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Tegz 
...... with her classmates... her housemates losing points and doing pushups left right and centre, Bel was more than a little distracted even given her own internal thought process with the activity.
But uh. A good question. And uh.... another fire? Another reading? "Yeah I guess I would need another reading, professor." Could you see point loss in a reading because that was all that was going through her mind now.
And maybe a little selfishly because she was worried that potential team members might get barred from Quidditch entirely... and honestly, where would SHE be without a team to captain?
"Professor," She put her hand up at the instructions, "Should I still try and complete the assignment, draw a picture and interpret what I saw even though I have to redo the reading or should I do that part tomorrow as well?" Just... um. Checking.
Calvin nodded.
“I’ll have another fire prepared for you and all those who weren’t able to get a proper reading from the flames.” As it so happened, he didn’t have any plans for the following evening and while he typically liked for it to stay that way, he supposed there was nothing to be done when there were students actually willing to get the work done correctly.
“It’s perfectly alright. You can go ahead and draw the symbol you see, if you’d like but as there is no readily available interpretation, there is no real need for you to continue the exercise. You may wait to be dismissed with the rest of your classmates.” Quote:
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laurange Faith had barely noticed when the initial twenty-five pushups were assigned, because surely he hadn't been talking to her. She had barely sighed! But when Zoryn's temper flared, she could almost taste blood in her mouth as her heart jumped (metaphorically) into her throat. The blonde put a hand on Zoryn's shoulder, extracting herself from the position she was in before looking levelly at the professor the way Echo taught her.
"She was just defending a friend, sir, but if you insist on pushups, I will do hers for you," she said, in her best Tashina Youngbird impression.
That was friendship. That's what happened, in life, when you cared about someone. You'd do their pushups for them. You'd do a whole tonne of things for them. You'd probably even die for them.
So, what, fifty-five pushups? She could do pushups. Faith Teaghan Chosen was an athlete. She capped at seventy in one go, but she was a keeper. Keepers had some pretty decent upper-body strength and flexibility and basically, she could do this.
She slipped off her shoes so they wouldn't get destroyed by the small stones, toed off her socks so they wouldn't get dirty, and lowered herself onto the ground. "Fifty-five, fifty-four, fifty-three -" she began, counting every pushup more for his benefit than hers, doing the full pushup rather than the modified-knee-version. This was civil disobedience, it was a perfectly legal way to protest unjust laws. She'd know. Her brother was a lawyer.
"Thirty-two, thirty-one, thirty."
She'd go on if it killed her. Which it wouldn't, but it was the principle.
“I didn’t ask you to do her push ups, Ms. Chosen, nor did I ask for an explanation. It’s this inability to follow instructions that earned you the push ups in the first place. You’re free to do all 55 if you’d like but Ms. Spinnet willget her push ups done before she walks away from this fire tonight.” Why she felt the reason for breaking the rules suddenly made rule breaking
okay was beyond him but like the former Hufflepuff Prefect who’d tried the same bit of martyrdom, she was also wrong.
Honestly, a few minutes left in the lesson, they couldn’t conform for even that?
From the corner of his eyes, he watched the Hufflepuff he’d sent running. She would be running until the end of the lesson, which wasn’t all that far away according to his watch. He continued accepting and reading the parchments as they were handed in.
Just a few more minutes.