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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch Professor Wishart was helping a few first years who were a little wobbly on their feet to climb into one of the boats when he heard Derfael’s apprehensive voice behind him. Satisfied that the kids we’re safely on board Joshua turned to the newly badged head boy with a small smile pursing his lips as he wiped away some rain drops from his face. "Good evening Derfael and congratulations to your Head boy appointment!"
The question was inevitable Professor Wishart knew, so he responded kindly but shortly to the seventh year’s inqueries. "Mr Baldvinsson retired from his position as groundskeeper to go back to Svalbard at the end of the last school year and I was asked to take on his duties, along with my teaching responsibilities." So that was why he stood there on the rainy shoreline with the new younglings. "It’s admirable of you to offer assistance with the first year boats Derfael, but I’ve got it covered this time." Professor Wishart said quietly. "It’s better if you go help out with the carriages I’m sure there are more potential disasters and squabbles to avert among the returning students." The last was said with some finality. All though he appreciated the head boy’s offer, Derfael’s place was with the carriages, not here. Congratulations. Yeah. That.
It was one thing Derf wished he could fast forward to tomorrow...or the end of the week...whenever those would stop. He wasn't unappreciative, of course he was, it just flustered him a bit with the heightened expectations. It was a lot of pressure...but sorta good pressure? Pressure he was willing to take on and do his best to meet said expectations, you know?
"Thanks, professor," he nodded with slightly flushed ears and some more pointed ruffles of his straw hair.
Retired. That was...a shame. The seventh year had really enjoyed the man's presence, particularly on the quidditch pitch and his flying lessons. "Oh. Um...well...er...congratulations...on your promotion?" Was it a promotion? It sorta seemed like one. He probably shouldn't have had the questioning tone at the end. "I'm sure you'll do an ace job of it, professor." Yes, there. Much better.
He wouldn't protest, but Derf did feel a bit....crestfallen of the break in tradition. It was sorta one of his favorite things, seeing and feeling the energy of the first years like this. It was also their first glimpses of the castle and, well, with the particularly dark backdrop thanks to the rain...it was even more striking in appearance. Though he almost would beg to differ about the potential disasters - his worst trip to Hogwarts had been his first year with the tipped over boat and he and Zoryn needing to swim to catch up to it. But still, the blonde nodded his head in understanding. "...okay," he said a little defeated but not letting it show on his face. Had he already....not met expectations then? Being in the wrong place that had previously been the right place and...no, Derfael. You were not doing this this term. No over thinking. It just was what it was. "See you back at the castle, professor!"
Offering a small smile, he turned to make his way over to the carriages while offering chipper greetings here and there to the passing first year making their way down to the docks.
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