♅ Can Do Attitude
“I’m sending you off with a bit of revision homework tonight.” On each desk was a broken mirror, varying in shapes and sizes from a makeup compact to something that might have belonged in a decorative wall frame. His own digits curl carefully around a shattered rear view mirror, detached from whatever vehicle it must have snapped off of. “You are to take the mirror before you and use the repairing charm on it before tomorrow’s class, where you will then turn it in to me on the desk. If it is not seamlessly back to its original state by then, I will unfortunately have to ask you to stay after so we can go over that particular lesson again and refresh your memory.” Changmin sets the object down upon a pile of his papers, sunlight through the windowpane reflecting off of its webbed fractures as though it were filling them with gold. On the far wall, a clock ticks idly in time with the seconds of silence that proceed him before his mouth opens just slightly, lips moving around hollow articulation enough to where his voice still remains dormant and warm under the cage of his ribs. “reparo,” he exhales with a soft but calculative movement of his wand, dark wood swaying in the air for only a second and then falling back at his hip while the other, unoccupied hand slips into his pocket. He takes up a clear corner of his desk thereafter, leans onto it like he had assumed the same, lackadaisical angle many time before this. It takes the time between the word leaving his mouth and his diminutive movement from one area to another for the panel of broken edges and missing pieces to meld together again. The action is liquid, a silvery pool fusing in and out again until it eventually forms back into a solid state. His expression doesn’t change much when he witnesses it, another example when he’s preformed countless repetitions of the same incantation and wrist flick. A simple cant of his head and the class bell chimes in punctuation. He doesn’t have to look at the rest of the class to envision the way they grab their things and scurry out. “I wish you all the best of luck tonight on this assignment, and I promise if any of you cheat I will know. I’m sure none of you want to pick off drooble’s gum from underneath these desks if I find out.” The last of the students begin to pick up their belongings when he remembers something he was meaning to mention far earlier in the hour but somehow forgot about in the midst of the lesson. “Oh, Jimin ––” he stands and it feels like authority straightens his spine enough to look like he’s not about to say something trivial, because it isn’t and he wouldn’t want it to come off any other way. “I need to speak with you for a moment.” @jiminhuff