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2111jen · 09-05-2018, 05:19 PM

SPOILER!!: Headmaster

Quote:

Originally Posted by Julian Scrimgeour

Was he surprised that an adult was the first to arrive at the pitch? No, not really. In fact, Scrimgeour didn't mind that one bit. He gave the man, whose name he did not know, a nod. In fact, it was a nod of genuine approval since the professor seemed rather eager to lend a hand. "We'll need staff members stationed around the pitch when the students start making their laps. Make sure to give any necessary encouragement should they start slacking," the old man replied.

Speaking of students, the sight of the first few caught his eye. He watched them with observant eyes as they approached, taking note of the ones who were ready to start their character-building and then those who were, to put it quite bluntly, the runts of the pack. Those that greeted him received a nod in return. Those that did not, well, he would whip them into shape in no time at all.

And that included the professors who needed a reminder of who was in charge now, such as that Muggle Studies professor.

"Stewart, is it?" the headmaster asked gruffly in response to her 'greeting.' It was more of a rhetorical question than anything. There were more important things to him than getting someone's name right. "It has come to my attention that you and some of your colleagues did not stand during my speech last night." There was a lengthy pause before he spoke again, casting a glance at the Creatures professor too. He was hearing this, right? "You and those select colleagues, whenever they arrive, can join the students in running laps this morning and set a good example." His order was nonnegotiable. They, honestly, were lucky to still have their jobs.

The same went for the Head Girl, whose badge was on the verge of being revoked. Special treatment for her had come to an end. "There will be no opting out. You will make your laps just like everyone else, whether you run them like the others or have to succumb to walking and end up missing your breakfast. And I will be taking ten points from Ravenclaw for not arriving in proper attire for your exercises."

Without another word, he turned away from the girl and gazed upon the other students that had arrived.

The male Hufflepuff prefect received a look, one that wasn't intimidating. Scrimgeour was actually impressed with the boy's enthusiasm. "Just run. The staff and I will take care of the stragglers. Don't you worry about that."

When he was greeted by the female Hufflepuff prefect, who shook his metal hand and commenting on his eyes. Assertive? He used to be an Auror, so naturally he was. Regardless, all of this was entirely uncalled for. He had to give her credit though: she was showing respect. "Back in ranks."

He then caught sight of the Deputy Head. The old man didn't respond. He simply blinked at the man before addressing the crowd.

"Right then. Let's not waste any more precious time," he grunted at them all. "Every morning at this time you all will be running laps around the pitch. While obligatory, this is not a punishment. In fact, it is for your benefit. Research has shown that morning exercise improves both mental and physical energy. Doing the S.O.R.E. will get your blood flowing, kickstart your brain, ensure you are awake during your lessons, improve classroom performance overall, and build character."

Did they all hear that? There was logic behind all of this, whether they liked having to crawl out of bed at the break of dawn or not.

"You will be making five laps around the pitch. When you are done, you can go rinse off, put on your uniform, and report to the Great Hall for breakfast," Scrimgeour explained. "Those who refuse to complete their S.O.R.E. will lose House points, serve detention, have privileges revoked..." His voice trailed off. They would also find out about the jinx soon enough. He doubted everyone had made it to the pitch, which meant there would be a number of students walking around with boils sprouting and spelling out 'TROLL' across their forehead.

He, directing a nod toward Fletcher, then motioned at the entrance of the pitch with his metal prosthesis. "Begin."

Back in the ranks? In the ranks? So these students were considered cattle now? And what was his reason with including the professors in this? They had other adult priorities to contend with. Skyler frowned and stood at her place refusing to move. She wasn't going to be treated like this.
"No." She said to him. "I'm not going to run the laps," she said.
"I can understand you ordering us around, maybe, but the professors have adult things to take care of. Professor Wayland. has creatures to take care of. And the head girl that mentioned asthma, do you want her to faint half way theough her laps? What has this school come to be? Is it going to be like it was when professor Umbridge took over?"

09-05-2018, 05:19 PM	#72 (permalink)
2111jen DMC Puffskein Join Date: Nov 2011 Location: Hogwarts :) Posts: 1,351 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ally Rory Slytherin First Year	Stay Free SPOILER!!: Headmaster Quote: Originally Posted by Julian Scrimgeour Was he surprised that an adult was the first to arrive at the pitch? No, not really. In fact, Scrimgeour didn't mind that one bit. He gave the man, whose name he did not know, a nod. In fact, it was a nod of genuine approval since the professor seemed rather eager to lend a hand. *"We'll need staff members stationed around the pitch when the students start making their laps. Make sure to give any necessary encouragement* should they start slacking," the old man replied. Speaking of students, the sight of the first few caught his eye. He watched them with observant eyes as they approached, taking note of the ones who were ready to start their character-building and then those who were, to put it quite bluntly, the runts of the pack. Those that greeted him received a nod in return. Those that did not, well, he would whip them into shape in no time at all. And that included the professors who needed a reminder of who was in charge now, such as that Muggle Studies professor. "Stewart, is it?" the headmaster asked gruffly in response to her 'greeting.' It was more of a rhetorical question than anything. There were more important things to him than getting someone's name right. "It has come to my attention that you and some of your colleagues did not stand during my speech last night." There was a lengthy pause before he spoke again, casting a glance at the Creatures professor too. He was hearing this, right? "You and those select colleagues, whenever they arrive, can join the students in running laps this morning and set a good example." His order was nonnegotiable. They, honestly, were lucky to still have their jobs. The same went for the Head Girl, whose badge was on the verge of being revoked. Special treatment for her had come to an end. "There will be no opting out. You will make your laps just like everyone else, whether you run them like the others or have to succumb to walking and end up missing your breakfast. And I will be taking ten points from Ravenclaw for not arriving in proper attire for your exercises." Without another word, he turned away from the girl and gazed upon the other students that had arrived. The male Hufflepuff prefect received a look, one that wasn't intimidating. Scrimgeour was actually impressed with the boy's enthusiasm. "Just run. The staff and I will take care of the stragglers. Don't you worry about that." When he was greeted by the female Hufflepuff prefect, who shook his metal hand and commenting on his eyes. Assertive? He used to be an Auror, so naturally he was. Regardless, all of this was entirely uncalled for. He had to give her credit though: she was showing respect. "Back in ranks." He then caught sight of the Deputy Head. The old man didn't respond. He simply blinked at the man before addressing the crowd. "Right then. Let's not waste any more precious time," he grunted at them all. "Every morning at this time you all will be running laps around the pitch. While obligatory, this is not a punishment. In fact, it is for your benefit. Research has shown that morning exercise improves both mental and physical energy. Doing the S.O.R.E. will get your blood flowing, kickstart your brain, ensure you are awake during your lessons, improve classroom performance overall, and build character." Did they all hear that? There was logic behind all of this, whether they liked having to crawl out of bed at the break of dawn or not. "You will be making five laps around the pitch. When you are done, you can go rinse off, put on your uniform, and report to the Great Hall for breakfast," Scrimgeour explained. "Those who refuse to complete their S.O.R.E. will lose House points, serve detention, have privileges revoked..." His voice trailed off. They would also find out about the jinx soon enough. He doubted everyone had made it to the pitch, which meant there would be a number of students walking around with boils sprouting and spelling out 'TROLL' across their forehead. He, directing a nod toward Fletcher, then motioned at the entrance of the pitch with his metal prosthesis. "Begin."** Back in the ranks? In the ranks? So these students were considered cattle now? And what was his reason with including the professors in this? They had other adult priorities to contend with. Skyler frowned and stood at her place refusing to move. She wasn't going to be treated like this. "No." She said to him. "I'm not going to run the laps," she said. "I can understand you ordering us around, maybe, but the professors have adult things to take care of. Professor Wayland. has creatures to take care of. And the head girl that mentioned asthma, do you want her to faint half way theough her laps? What has this school come to be? Is it going to be like it was when professor Umbridge took over?" Last edited by 2111jen; 09-05-2018 at 10:06 PM.