Greek Mythology and Modern Magic


Credit: Thank you lovely Jen!

The room located off the Great Hall was set up almost like a normal classroom. There were desks scattered about in that symmetrical way into which classrooms were usually organized, only Apollo had set up three big tables in the front of the room. The first table had a multitude of two items: mugs and rubber balls. He was hoping the mugs weren’t a bad idea; he didn’t much fancy cleaning up the mess of shattered ceramic.

The second table held lots and lots of APPLES. Apollo thought about munching on one as he waited for the bright and smiling faces of the youth to appear, but he also thought that was vaaaastly rude. The chewing—the way that juice would sometimes spit out from your mouth while chewing an apple—just, no. The middle-aged man was keen on appearing as polite as possible. Polite, happy to be here(because he was) and most importantly…EXCITED about passing on his knowledge. Young people were the future, after all.

The third table was probably the most interesting, at least to Apollo. He had set up three bins; the first one had many tiny rectangles of clay, the other had many different colored wires all round together, and the last one held very wet wax. Apollo had to soak the wax…..all night? in order for it to be in correct order for today’s use, but ah, well. No matter. He really didn’t mind!

There was a blackboard in the front of the room where Apollo had written his name in curly, large letters: APOLLO. Underneath it, he had written, again in his curly writing, “Mythology: A Look Back For Modern Magic”

He was leaning back against the middle table(the one with the apples) with his arms crossed, waiting patiently for students to arrive. It had been awhile since he had interacted with students this age; his granddaughter was the only young person in his life at the moment. No, Apollo was not nervous. He was much more curious as to how they would all take his line of work, the obscure and quite unprofitable kind of magical theory.

His hat hung on the chair next to the tables, and his bag of trinkets, too, sat atop the seat.

Hogwarts was quite beautiful, wasn’t it? Apollo waited for the students to arrive, a far-off look in his eyes. He took off his glasses and wiped the lens using his overcoat.

On each of the desks, Apollo had placed little name-tag stickers, the typical kind, for their names. He wanted to know to whom he was speaking at all times. Names were important…especially to Apollo.