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MadMadamMalfoy · 03-04-2024, 03:35 AM

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Originally Posted by astrocat

"I never try to cause trouble, professor." He felt bad that he might have by accident.

Had anyone ever told Professor Carton that his gaze was really intense? Brandon felt like the man could see into his soul, and that made him shiver. After all, there were things in his soul that he preferred to hide. He listened to the professor's words, but couldn't quite bring himself to look Professor Carton in the eyes, except for when the professor mentioned needing to use the fire rope spell. He wondered whether that was something that happened during The War, or whether it was when Professor Carton was an auror, but he didn't want to pry and bring up bad memories. He knew how awful it could feel when someone was insensitive.

Brandon supposed it was okay if he learned the spell, as long as he saved it for massive emergencies only. It is better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war, he thought. But the idea of burning someone made him uncomfortable. Fire was so- so- ugly to him, even though it was very useful. It was ugly when it burned his sister, and it was ugly when he used it to burn things, and it could be so destructive from the littlest spark. "Well... I didn't like that the prizes were inside of the dummies. It felt sort of gruesome. Maybe... I could burn something that didn't have a heart inside of it? And it upset me that the dummies were shaped like people, although I guess that is the point since a theoretical attacker would be a person too." He chewed his lip, scrunching up his forehead in an expression of stress. "You don't have to change anything if it's inconvenient, professor. I can get over it." Or he could try to, at least. It was dumb that he was so stuck in his head sometimes... nobody else seemed to have these moral stresses that he had. He knew that Professor Carton wouldn't say all that to him, but he couldn't help but think it anyways. He sighed, fidgeting in his seat a bit and mentally chiding himself for being too sensitive.

Norman nodded, giving Fox a knowing look. He understood that the boy didn’t mean to cause trouble; that was why he was willing to work toward a compromise.

Had he known the boy’s thoughts about his intense gaze, he would’ve laughed. Not laughing at him, but laughing because his daughter had told him that exact thing a number of times. As it was, he remained blissfully unaware, patiently waiting for the boy to look him in the eye.

Norman was neither surprised nor offended by Fox’s thoughts about the activity. In fact, the constructive criticism was helpful in tweaking his lesson plans going forward. “Fair points,” he replied, a hint of concern betraying his otherwise stoic expression as he watched the boy chewing his lip. He shook his head. “It’s not inconvenient, Mr. Fox. My job is to teach, and different students respond to different teaching methods. When I was in school, I didn’t respond to long, droning lectures with no hands-on practice. You don’t respond to activities that remind you of hurting people.”

He paused to think a minute before continuing, “Let’s try this… You can practice on an inanimate object, something large like a trunk or a boulder to start out, and you can work your way to smaller items as you improve your aim. The object won’t look like a human or creature and won’t have anything inside. You don’t have to worry about burning anything. For now, I’d like you to focus on conjuring and aiming a fire rope. We can work up to real fire when you’re ready. How does that sound?” If Fox had other ideas, he was open to suggestions.

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MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Honeydukes Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,135 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fifth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Quote: Originally Posted by astrocat "I never try to cause trouble, professor." He felt bad that he might have by accident. Had anyone ever told Professor Carton that his gaze was really intense? Brandon felt like the man could see into his soul, and that made him shiver. After all, there were things in his soul that he preferred to hide. He listened to the professor's words, but couldn't quite bring himself to look Professor Carton in the eyes, except for when the professor mentioned needing to use the fire rope spell. He wondered whether that was something that happened during The War, or whether it was when Professor Carton was an auror, but he didn't want to pry and bring up bad memories. He knew how awful it could feel when someone was insensitive. Brandon supposed it was okay if he learned the spell, as long as he saved it for massive emergencies only. It is better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war, he thought. But the idea of burning someone made him uncomfortable. Fire was so- so- ugly to him, even though it was very useful. It was ugly when it burned his sister, and it was ugly when he used it to burn things, and it could be so destructive from the littlest spark. "Well... I didn't like that the prizes were inside of the dummies. It felt sort of gruesome. Maybe... I could burn something that didn't have a heart inside of it? And it upset me that the dummies were shaped like people, although I guess that is the point since a theoretical attacker would be a person too." He chewed his lip, scrunching up his forehead in an expression of stress. "You don't have to change anything if it's inconvenient, professor. I can get over it." Or he could try to, at least. It was dumb that he was so stuck in his head sometimes... nobody else seemed to have these moral stresses that he had. He knew that Professor Carton wouldn't say all that to him, but he couldn't help but think it anyways. He sighed, fidgeting in his seat a bit and mentally chiding himself for being too sensitive. Norman nodded, giving Fox a knowing look. He understood that the boy didn’t mean to cause trouble; that was why he was willing to work toward a compromise. Had he known the boy’s thoughts about his intense gaze, he would’ve laughed. Not laughing at him, but laughing because his daughter had told him that exact thing a number of times. As it was, he remained blissfully unaware, patiently waiting for the boy to look him in the eye. Norman was neither surprised nor offended by Fox’s thoughts about the activity. In fact, the constructive criticism was helpful in tweaking his lesson plans going forward. “Fair points,” he replied, a hint of concern betraying his otherwise stoic expression as he watched the boy chewing his lip. He shook his head. “It’s not inconvenient, Mr. Fox. My job is to teach, and different students respond to different teaching methods. When I was in school, I didn’t respond to long, droning lectures with no hands-on practice. You don’t respond to activities that remind you of hurting people.” He paused to think a minute before continuing, “Let’s try this… You can practice on an inanimate object, something large like a trunk or a boulder to start out, and you can work your way to smaller items as you improve your aim. The object won’t look like a human or creature and won’t have anything inside. You don’t have to worry about burning anything. For now, I’d like you to focus on conjuring and aiming a fire rope. We can work up to real fire when you’re ready. How does that sound?” If Fox had other ideas, he was open to suggestions. __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...