#professor verse

[tmvoldemort]

The walk to Defense Against the Dark Arts seemed especially daunting today. She had heard about the new Professor, everyone in Slytherin had. Snape had practically sat them all down and demanded their utmost respect for this new face of their Defense course, paying careful attention to hammer his point home to her and her fellow firsties.

According to some of the Ravenclaw’s First Years they shared Charms with the day before, Professor Riddle was nothing short of terrifying. They had described him as some unique blend of both awe-inspiring yet awful.

Her stomach did another twist.

It wasn’t that she was a poor performer in her classes (in fact, that exact opposite could be said about her) but for some reason she always felt less inclined towards the actual defense portion of the class. Always on the edge of her seat, waiting to learn more about the darker curses and creatures that she should be contending. Certainly, that was a disposition the Defense instructor would be less than enthusiastic about?

There were worse whispers in the Great Hall this morning as well. Something about his apparent preference for purebloods. She didn’t know if that was in her favor or not, never had the privilege of meeting her parents. The orphanage knew little of her ancestry, they hadn’t even known she had magic in her blood for Salazar’s sake!

She pulled on her emerald tie as she entered the classroom, doing her best to avoid eye contact with the tall man standing at the front of the room, but was far too intrigued to not take a peek at his face as they sat down.

He cleared his throat, a bonewhite wand clutched securely in his left hand. Delphini froze.

"Do not bother with that." A hand came down upon Delphi shoulder.

Professor Riddle had crossed the distance from the front. Meeting Delphi before she took a sit. His cool eyes stopping those who just enter the threshold.

"Leave your belonging there."

His hand having yet to remove it self from Delphi's shoulder.

"We will not be consulting the text today."

With a swipe of his wand the desks and chairs came to life. They filed themselves up and away from the center of the room. The blackboard wheel itself front and center. Invisible hands wrote in bold letters: Magic is Might.

"Magic is might. With magic there is possibility. Without it there is only stagnation. We only have to look at our non magical neighbors to see how challenging life is without it."

The strange man caught each student face. Holding their gaze for a moment before breaking it. Then it was onto the next, then the next. Never wavering from his speech. As if the class it self was a rues and it was them he was looking for.

"Yet magic in itself brings troubles of its own. When magic is performed wrong or when it is used for harm. Thus we have this class."

Professor Riddle finally dropped his gaze to Delphi. Holding her eyes as he had with the others.

"There can be no forces for progress without chaos. Chaos is neither good nor evil." He breaks his gaze from Delphi.

"What is considered evil to the Wizard is merely a meal to the Dragon."

"With draw your wands." Riddle said holding up his own, "We shall rid your fears now. I want you all comfortable with your wands as soon as possible."

[mischiefmoonaged]

@withoutchoice --- “Having some trouble with your boggart, are we Draco?”

This class is ridiculous. Was what he’d muttered to his sidekicks a little earlier on while Professor Lupin had been explaining how to deal with a boggart. It was safe to say that he wasn’t interested in this particular lesson or even really being here right now —- yes, he was still rather sour about his incident with that ridiculous bird that Hagrid was overly sentimental about.

         But when it had been his turn to step to the front of the line, the snickering and teasing comments that had been coming from him as his classmates took on their boggarts had soon dissolved when it was his turn to stand in front of his biggest fear. You could say that it was what he deserved for not really paying much attention or spending more of his time mocking others —- but when the boggart shifted to take the form of his father, who stepped uncomfortably right into his space and began to tell him how much of a disappointment, how much of a failure he was, Draco Malfoy had found himself frozen.

         Letting his father down was his biggest fear. Being a disappointment to him was… And that being displayed to his classmates —- his obnoxious and over-confident attitude had disappeared, and he’d been left rather wide eyed and fear-stricken, appearing vulnerable yet again.

         So afterwards, when Professor Lupin questioned him, defenses came up, and fast, as brows set themselves into a scowl at the man. He hadn’t wanted anyone to see any sort of weakness, nevermind question him on it.  “I’ll handle it next time. ”  Tone of voice was rather standoff-ish, making it clear that he did not want to be having this conversation.  “ Maybe if you taught better then no one would have any trouble. ”  Of course, it was far easier to push some sort of blame onto Lupin, rather than admit that he had really been struggling.

Remus never had the expectation that he’d be a particularly popular teacher but he did want to do a nice job for the third years’ first lesson. Even if he’d been late to said lesson he thought it had gone over extremely well. A nice start to the year battling fears and instilling some confidence in the students. It had gone over really well in that area for Mr. Longbottom who clearly could use a bit of a confidence boost but for someone like Draco, already so proud and confident ( albeit perhaps as a front ) he’d gotten simply frustrated. Embarrassed even.

The attack on his teaching caused the professor to raise a brow. That sort of disrespect he’d have to stamp out at some point but -- just this once he’d let it slide. Knowing the sort of family this boy came from, he was bound to have some issues and Remus was very patient and very forgiving. 

“Is that so? I wasn’t aware it was solely the professor’s job to ensure success. I had hoped you’d rely on some internal talent to pair up with my --- subpar teaching ability.” Snark returned snark and Lupin looked down in amusement but kept a polite smile and tone. “Lucky for both of us I suppose, it’s only my first day.” He was just goading Draco to insult him again, looking at him sternly before relaxing a bit.

“However, should you decide that there --- hypothetically --- was something you were personally struggling with, I am offering my help. Should that ever prove to be the case,” he added with a look. “Family can be the cause of many student’s fears or stresses. It is nothing to be ashamed of.”

[tmvoldemort]

The Dark Art’s Master~

@daughterofyourdarklord 

Her heart plummeted somewhere deep in her stomach the minute his hand caught her shoulder. She had hardly made it even ten steps into the classroom at that point.

This is it. He’s already decided I’m not a worthy enough student.

Yet, no? She could hardly hear his words over the thundering in her ears, but she caught onto a few choice things - enough to realize there was nothing specifically aimed at her. His eyes met her own and she had to force herself not to gulp.

Delphi put in extra effort not to scurry to her place, trying to make her strides seem strong. She found herself smushed next to Pansy, and quickly drawled out her own white wand, taking a moment to consider her peers before directing her attention back to the professor.

He seemed to consider them all for a moment before continuing.

“Familiarity with your wand is absolutely paramount for proper defense.” There was a rhythm to the way he spoke, a pointed pause amongst his words. “An individual whose wand does not respond to their will, does not answer their call, can cost them their life.”

Delphini concentrated carefully. The rest of the class continued to fidget nervously throughout the lecture, but something about the way he spoke was calming to her the more she actually listened.

“I want you all to think of your wands as an extension of yourself-”

They spent the rest lesson on wandlore, reviewing different woods and cores and how to best use them, hold them.

Delphini was enraptured.

He’d gone over the basics, of course. The three main cores found at Ollivander's and how each was best suited for a specific format of defense. She found herself at a loss at that, staring down at a yew wand with an augurey feather core as the rest of her peers began shuffling out of the classroom.

Dare she ask him about it?

After the lecture he had them using their wands. Forcing them into a semi open circle around him. 

Performing the motion himself, “Reducto!”

His own spell, less intense then normal, shot out. The red spell shot over the tops of their pointed hats. Aimed and hit a small target with a hallow ding.

“Point your wands to me alone.” He advised, “Just recall the wrist movements, forget about casting. Yes, good.”

“Get use to the feel. Reach out to them. Treat your wand like a living extension of yourself. Mind where you point your tip, Miss Bulstrobe.”

His eyes scanned the room. They fell briefly onto Delphi watching her wrists and how she handled her wand. Making a mental note of her preference saying, “Yes.” Before his gaze fell onto the student next to her.

Riddle wasn’t looking for anything impressive in terms of a full casting. He was most interest in how they acted. How they took to their wands. If they grew frustrated easily or made it a game.

Without looking, Riddle blocked a stray shot destine for his forehead. 

“No that is normal, keep going Mr. Nott.”

“Keep going.” He had then going until their movements were less stiff. Until they grew comfortable enough to jest around. Until a few stressed one started to sweat.

“That will do.” He said, “For homework you will read chapter two of your test book. Yes skip chapter one.”

The bell rang out, cutting into so Riddle had to call out loudly, “And you!”

His eyes locked on to Delphi, “Please stay behind.”

[tmvoldemort]

A tall, black cloaked figure swept in front of the room. He spread his arms wide in a welcoming fashion. 

“The Dark Arts is a many and varying beast. It comes in forms both creature and curses, both necessary evils and out right banned. It is my job to ferry you through the maze. In the safety of this school and with all my worldly experiences to help you.”

He nodded to the watchful student body. Catching a few eyes to hold for a second longer.

“For yes, somewhere down the road you too will face true darkness. If you pay attention you may see the signs before cornered. And if you cannot turn back- perhaps what you learn here today will save you.”

“I am your Professor of Defensive magic.” He nodded his head, “Professor Riddle.”

A tall shadow peeked in through the doorway. One whose face was blur but had a long white beard. 

“Feel free to ask your questions now.” He said, “While you can.”

Open call to drop asks for Professor Riddle

[tmvoldemort]

@littlebrotherblack  

Regulus, who had long since learned that is was best to not show how much comments hit his insecurities, simply stares at the professor.

He, with his tone even and cold, says, "Yes, that is true. Yet I still have an O in your class over all, even with this grade. So obviously I am worthy of being in this class"

He chooses to ignore the comment about him being a Black. He knows better than to take that bait. No matter how much he believes that comment to be true.

Professor Riddle remained unwavering. Unmoved by what his fellow staff members would consider good enough. Nothing was good enough for him unless it was close to perfect. And even then it was never enough.

“Despite your Devil-may-care attitude the underclassmen look up to you. This behavior may gather you praise from Professor McGonagall or Professor Flitwick but not me.”

He stepped aside to allow Regulus to pass, “Consider your free hour mine now. You will come to my office on the hour for extra lessons.”

Professor Riddle’s voice is loud enough for the rest of the hall to hear him.

“And until I see improvement I will keep you still. Understood?”

[mischiefmoonaged]

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The sudden exclamation caused Remus to choke a bit on his butterbeer. The form clung a bit to the facial hair on his upper lip but the professor quickly rectified that with a small bar napkin before turning in his stool to perk a brow in Xenophilius’s direction. Remus’s cheeks were slightly pink but he did his best not to think about that lest they flush harder. “Lovegood, so nice to see you again,” said Remus, addressing him as he would if they were still in school together. If Remus recalled right, the other had been a year ahead of him and naturally being in a different house led to no use of a first name. “What was that just now? I didn’t quite catch it. Why don’t you sit. Does Luna know you’re in Hogsmede today? Seems a shame she’s not yet in her third year, else she could have met up with you.” Better to turn the discussion to something more appropriate should Xenophilius wish to save face. Even if it had been nice to hear. 

[mischiefmoonaged]

@morscomedenti --- “try to behave now.”

A sneer came across his face when he turned abruptly to the other wizard, dark eyes looking at him intently as if to search for something hidden underneath his words. Severus never fully trusted in Dumbledore’s decision in bringing Lupin into the castle but then again the old fool did have a soft spot for the beloved Marauders. No matter the inconvenience they posed for the greater good. For what it was worth, he didn’t hold the same sort of contempt he held when they were just children. It had morphed into a silent loathing that meant they would never truly be friends, amicable colleagues perhaps, but not friends. ❝I shall, though not all of us are battling with our inner beasts now are we?❞

Yes, that was about the response Remus expected from his former classmate. Honestly his own comment had been a sarcastic dig, only fair he received one back. Still, Lupin remained polite and mild speaking, level headed even at the comment about his --- furry problem. What was it his mother used to tell him? Kill them with kindness. “Well, it is thanks to you that my inner beasts are much more well behaved. So once again, Severus, I thank you for your helpfulness,” Remus replied with a gentle smile, light eyes fixed on dark with light amusement shining there. He wasn’t looking to make an enemy out of Snape but that didn’t mean the light sarcasm couldn’t come into play. “I actually had a proposition for you if you’re still in a helpful mood.”

[mischiefmoonaged]

@fricndsdxntlie howled (sc)

“Jane, wait up a moment,” Remus huffed as he jogged over to the Slytherin first year walking down the hall. He’d noticed her struggling a lot in class, seemingly even with just the text book. She seemed very bright when it came to spells but the course work? Well, he had suspicions that her previous education had not done her many favors and there was no need for her to continue to struggle through her time at Hogwarts. “I’ve noticed you having --- a little difficulty in my class and I’ve spoken with a few of your other professors. It’s perfectly alright to ask for help if you need some assistance catching up with the rest of your classmates. There is no shame in it. I’d be glad to help myself if you’d like.”