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Post by Rowan Trace on Feb 21, 2010 13:42:02 GMT -5
Last class's homework was graded, but Rowan was going over it all one last time. He'd lost a couple more students and was trying to figure out why, if there was any clue besides what had happened in that first class. Maybe that was just it, though. He'd done his best, but maybe that wasn't enough.
He reminded him of the things the counselor had said, that he wasn't omniscient, that he couldn't have known what that girl was hiding and that she could easily have chosen a charm that wasn't beyond her skill level.
He pulled another sheet of parchment from the neat stack at one side of his blotter and picked up his wand. A murmured incantation and when nothing happened, he set it aside. When he was finished, there was a box of quills waiting for Anti-Cheating spells.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 21, 2010 14:06:20 GMT -5
Even though Willow had taken a few classes off to work on catching up, she had yet to attend one of her charms classes. It wasn't that she didn't want to, just that the headmistress was trying to ease her into her classes, and Charms was one of the last ones that they were easing her into, possibly because she had top notch scores in Charms. Not that she didn't in most other classes, but for her Transfiguration was more challenging in the higher levels than charms were.
However, she had loved Charms, even at Beauxbatons, where some of the classes had fallen away from Hogwarts teaching there, Charms was, well Charms, everyone loved Charms because they were useful, right? Willow mentally shook her head to redirect her train of thought as she pushed the door open to the Charms professor's office. She had heard that he was phenomenal at Charms, so gifted that they had offered him a position, even though he had only just graduated.
She gave a soft knock as she opened the door, her silvery hair unbound against her shoulders, which were covered in her favorite blue cardigan, unbuttoned and loose, revealing her white tee underneath the cardigan. "Professor Trace?" she said softly, not wanting to interrupt him if he was doing something important.
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Post by Rowan Trace on Feb 21, 2010 15:09:03 GMT -5
Rowan still wasn't used to hearing Professor Trace, and it took a moment for it to sink in before he looked up. Most of his students were uncomfortable calling him either Professor Trace or Rowan, so he tended to be hailed as Hey most of the time.
When he did look up, he tucked his wand away to give the girl his full attention. She was a student, obviously, but was she the newest enrollee? He moved the paper he'd been checking back to the start pile and slid one corner of his roll book around to tilt it toward his gaze. "Willow?" he asked, looking back up at her. He pushed his glasses slightly up his nose and smiled.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 21, 2010 15:16:43 GMT -5
Knowing that he was supposed to be young, didn't stop the shock at actually seeing the professor when he had turned to look at her. She let a full smiled grace her face, "yeah. Willow Wenlock." She tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear, unable to help asking the question that was on the tips of her lips.
"Are you really Professor Trace? They told me that you were young, but," she shrugged as she tucked a hand in her back pocket. "I guess, I'm used to professors looking a lot older than I do." It might have been socially rude to ask that, but she was curious, and hadn't said it in a way that was rude, rather just quizzical. She might also be used to professors that looked old enough, not to look attractive to her either.
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Post by Rowan Trace on Feb 22, 2010 12:39:20 GMT -5
"I could check my Apparator's license if you want," Rowan offered, his face straight though his eyes gave away that he wasn't entirely serious. He glanced down from Willow and shifted the edge of his roll book again, pushing it back into its place before smiling up at her again. He drew out his wand and gave it a swish, summoning a squashy armchair to face his desk. "Have a seat," he said. "I'll get you caught up on what we've been doing and we'll see where to place you."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 22, 2010 12:50:15 GMT -5
A small chuckle escaped Willow's lips, she supposed she deserved that one, but he seriously looked like he was only a bit older than her. Willow shrugged out of her satchel, and bent over to place it on the floor next to the chair that the professor had summoned. She wasn't worried about this evaluation, after all, Charms was one of her stronger subjects. She shuffled a few loose strands of hair that had strayed into her face behind her ear, as she sat down on the larger poofy armchair.
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