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“I kept the student late helping me clean up a mess in the greenhouse and he didn’t have time to finish his assignment. Don’t punish him for something I asked him to do. Could you please just give him a day or two extension on the paper?”
“—Why? I would expect him to know that assignments shouldn’t be left so last minute. Life can... surprise you.”
“That’s exactly why I have a problem. I mean, memorization is no issue for me. I memorize potion recipes all the time, but for some reason, I find facts like this more difficult. It’s easier when it involves practical application and comprehension.” Oliver listened closely as she spoke, fully intending on taking in every word. The Ravenclaw was a bit arrogant, but not above asking for help when he needed it. “I’ll correct it.” His arms folded over his chest as he studied the paper. “Do you have any advice on how to improve in this class?”
“Well, when I was sitting my O.W.L., I really wanted to make sure I knew the system inside out. So I found a room in the castle, got supplies and built my own from scratch. You can use charmwork to put it in motion and add notes; then it’s a case of repeatedly testing your memory after observation until it’s stuck. You would also be welcome to study my globes after class if you liked. Are you really so worried about your attainment, Mr. MacMillan?”
“But this paper is practically perfect. That’s why it took me so long.”
“Are you sure?”
“Thank you, I appreciate it. I won’t tell.” Oliver sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “All of this just doesn’t make much sense to me. It’s frustrating.”
She took the paper in hand and offered some words of encouragement while she went through his answers mentally. “I know. The thing about Astronomy is that it’s unlike any other subject here. It’s less about what you can do with your wand or magical ingredients or who you are, and more about your memory and observational skills. You’re certainly not the first student to struggle with it, Oliver.” Her finger went to one particular sentence on the parchment. “I’m afraid the tallest known mountain in our solar system is on Mars. I’d also need its name and estimated height for full marks.”
“I know, Professor, and I’m sorry, but you know that Astronomy is one of my worst subjects and I just needed a little extra time to make sure I got this right. Is there any way you’ll accept it?”
“Well— all right then, Oliver. For the effort you've put in I’ll look it over. But don’t go telling your classmates.”
“You know I'm not supposed to accept papers for marking after the deadline...”
Just beautiful…
Harry Potter House Aesthetic: Dark/Down Hufflepuff
“I’ve seen hell and it looks just like earth.”
I mean, it went about as well as you could possibly imagine. And yet- I didn’t want any of it, I just didn’t feel comfortable. I mean, Andrew is smart, he’s kind, he doesn’t dress like a high school student who just got expelled. What is wrong with me? I’m not feeling anything I’m supposed to be feeling.
Signs in the night
Aries: The pitter patter of rain hitting roads and colliding with your windows, invisible in the blackness of night but soothing to the sleepy soul whose head rests on a pillow that has been fluffed one too many times.
Taurus: Smiling at the vast expanse of an ocean of constellations spattered on a charcoal sky. Pondering the frighteningly infinite size of the universe but thanking your lucky stars that you're able to witness and contemplate such a feat.
Gemini: The constant thrumming of something in the distance, perhaps its a siren wailing or cars passing or the wind howling. The perpetuity of this is familiar and endearing.
Cancer: Streetlights illuminating faces, transforming smiles into diamonds but forming and lengthening shadows. Snowflakes or motes of dust in the evening sky seem to stop to bask in the dim flickers of lamp posts, floating for eons. You crave that pause in time, not just to smell the roses, but to be in awe at life.
Leo: A candle's wavering flame casting warm rays into an otherwise dark room. A tired soul easing oneself onto a bed, feeling their spines meld to the mattress, staring at the blank ceiling above; wishing it were spattered with stars.
Virgo: Windows standing in the way of you and the sky. You trace the glass, pretending you're really tracing the craters of the moon. Swirling galaxies swim in your eyes as you enter a haze, your finger still and your mouth parted. You think of THEM. They and the moon are the last thing you think of before falling asleep.
Libra: A child's vision blurring in the back seat of a car and watching as all the harsh tail lights, traffic lights, obnoxious neon signs and headlights all turn into harmless spheres of wonder that linger when they blink.
Scorpio: The feeling before a firework goes off, the liminality of the wait for the thundering presence of the sparks. As fireworks colour the sky, you marvel at the vibrations that your heart hurdles through.
Sagittarius: A fire crackles, sputtering out cinders and pushing the aroma of smoke into flared nostrils. Glowing embers pulsating beneath stacked logs are hidden gems. A watchful eye regards the dancing flames with admiration and wonder.
Capricorn: Weak hands tug at a blanket and pull it just above their ears, a cocoon of cloth is formed as feet fumble for something cold to touch in contrast to the warmth the blanket provides.
Aquarius: Being woken in the dead of night, your heart pounds away in your throat and a hand settles on the chest as if to sooth it. The remnants of a dream are quickly fading and make your heart race faster. You try to latch to the slivers of fantasy, but your caught in a landslide that's headed straight for reality. So instead, you just go back to sleep.
Pisces: Words mean more at night. You notice this as a song plays, lyrics and verses imbedded with the fractals of a broken heart. The shards have seeped into the melody and rhythm, into the floor and up your legs, and it stays in the left side of your chest. The song is your secret, and you keep it in your heart.
