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SilverTiger · 09-11-2018, 02:03 AM

There were some very complicated feelings about Muggle Studies, as far as Stasya was concerned, and none of them had anything to do with how exhausted she was finding herself this term. She’d had advance warnings about OWL year, but nobody could have warned her about dealing with it along with all the new rules placed on them by the headmaster. OWLs, Team Animagus work, helping out in the barns during free periods…She’d expected that, and she’d expected the prefect duties. That is, if those had stayed the same as they’d had last term, but instead, it seemed like the headmaster wanted even more of them. She was halfway convinced that the little black notebooks he’d left in the prefect bathroom for them had some sort of spell that told him exactly where they were at any moment and subsequently knew if they were anywhere near trouble happening. It wasn’t that she particularly was worried about having the power to dock points, it was the idea that they were expected to find people breaking the rules. Which brought her back to thinking about the complicated feelings about Muggle Studies.

As a subject, she didn’t mind it. She wasn’t horrible at it, and it wasn’t like she had never experienced Muggle culture outside of class. No, it was more that she had complicated feelings toward the professor. Last term, she’d distrusted her, given the lingering trauma over having been possessed and the professor’s involvement in that. However, this term she nearly liked her, and above all she didn’t want Professor Stewart’s vocal protesting of the circumstances of the term to end up with her being dismissed. The concept of consequences had become infinitely more terrifying.

At least she didn’t have to worry about breathing wrong, as she’d walked into the Entertainment room for the next lesson. Plus, she was very familiar with that room, courtesy of having fallen asleep inside several times last term with Koen. The change to the room had been very evident, therefore, but she’d still sent the professor a bright smile as she made her way to an open seat near Lucas. “Good morning Professor Stewart!”, she said just as brightly, before giving the little firstie next to her a smile too.

09-11-2018, 02:03 AM	#11 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict There were some very complicated feelings about Muggle Studies, as far as Stasya was concerned, and none of them had anything to do with how exhausted she was finding herself this term. She’d had advance warnings about OWL year, but nobody could have warned her about dealing with it along with all the new rules placed on them by the headmaster. OWLs, Team Animagus work, helping out in the barns during free periods…She’d expected that, and she’d expected the prefect duties. That is, if those had stayed the same as they’d had last term, but instead, it seemed like the headmaster wanted even more of them. She was halfway convinced that the little black notebooks he’d left in the prefect bathroom for them had some sort of spell that told him exactly where they were at any moment and subsequently knew if they were anywhere near trouble happening. It wasn’t that she particularly was worried about having the power to dock points, it was the idea that they were expected to find people breaking the rules. Which brought her back to thinking about the complicated feelings about Muggle Studies. As a subject, she didn’t mind it. She wasn’t horrible at it, and it wasn’t like she had never experienced Muggle culture outside of class. No, it was more that she had complicated feelings toward the professor. Last term, she’d distrusted her, given the lingering trauma over having been possessed and the professor’s involvement in that. However, this term she nearly liked her, and above all she didn’t want Professor Stewart’s vocal protesting of the circumstances of the term to end up with her being dismissed. The concept of consequences had become infinitely more terrifying. At least she didn’t have to worry about breathing wrong, as she’d walked into the Entertainment room for the next lesson. Plus, she was very familiar with that room, courtesy of having fallen asleep inside several times last term with Koen. The change to the room had been very evident, therefore, but she’d still sent the professor a bright smile as she made her way to an open seat near Lucas. “Good morning Professor Stewart!”, she said just as brightly, before giving the little firstie next to her a smile too. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥