Pardon for the delayed response - my 7ths had me up on the tower well past 3 and I rather fell into bed when we were all done. But that is why we schedule them for last thing Fridays, so that our mutual enthusiasms do not run smack into the unyielding wall of a 9am class. (Or, as in this case, lunch.)
On the 3rds, remember, I’ve not only had two years with them, but they are fundamentally convinced that the worst that may happen in my class is a great deal of chilly wind. (And that’s entirely the fault of the geography.) I do think they’ll settle, once you get a few key students aligned with you.
For the 3rds, Astoria Greengrass, Lakshmi Desai, Brendan Mackrell and Pip Macmillan are all places I’d start. (The first and last have siblings in 5th year - Daphne Greengrass and Ernie Macmillan. And while I’d have expected the 5th years to be especially skittish, due to poor Hannah, you’ve the advantage of Draco and Harry and other close connections there to smooth things over.) Mind, the Hufflepuffs of all years have been nervous of you, when I’ve stopped by the common room, but I’ll see if I can ease that some this weekend.
As to Septima, I hinted, but might as well say outright. Beyond the schedule, she’s far pricklier than her usual this fall. This past exam cycle, her best and brightest arithmancer in decades - a halfblood in fostering - failed all but two of his OWLs, and they snapped his wand last month. She’s still feeling the lost potential bitterly, and she’s bound and determined it will not happen again. (And he was her house, too, so there are plans for extra study sessions for the Ravenclaws and all.) Tea will go a long way, but compassion and time will help too.
(She is - how does one say this. She is not a particular friend of mine, exactly: our conversations are too entirely focused on our fields and the pragmatic necessities for that. But I admire her devotion and dedication, her sharp wit, and her ability to actually manage the myriad details that keep this place running. Someone has to, and she does it without much recognition or reward.)
Right. Now to see what to do with myself for the afternoon. A.
Re: Private message to Antosha
Pardon for the delayed response - my 7ths had me up on the tower well past 3 and I rather fell into bed when we were all done. But that is why we schedule them for last thing Fridays, so that our mutual enthusiasms do not run smack into the unyielding wall of a 9am class. (Or, as in this case, lunch.)
On the 3rds, remember, I’ve not only had two years with them, but they are fundamentally convinced that the worst that may happen in my class is a great deal of chilly wind. (And that’s entirely the fault of the geography.) I do think they’ll settle, once you get a few key students aligned with you.
For the 3rds, Astoria Greengrass, Lakshmi Desai, Brendan Mackrell and Pip Macmillan are all places I’d start. (The first and last have siblings in 5th year - Daphne Greengrass and Ernie Macmillan. And while I’d have expected the 5th years to be especially skittish, due to poor Hannah, you’ve the advantage of Draco and Harry and other close connections there to smooth things over.) Mind, the Hufflepuffs of all years have been nervous of you, when I’ve stopped by the common room, but I’ll see if I can ease that some this weekend.
As to Septima, I hinted, but might as well say outright. Beyond the schedule, she’s far pricklier than her usual this fall. This past exam cycle, her best and brightest arithmancer in decades - a halfblood in fostering - failed all but two of his OWLs, and they snapped his wand last month. She’s still feeling the lost potential bitterly, and she’s bound and determined it will not happen again. (And he was her house, too, so there are plans for extra study sessions for the Ravenclaws and all.) Tea will go a long way, but compassion and time will help too.
(She is - how does one say this. She is not a particular friend of mine, exactly: our conversations are too entirely focused on our fields and the pragmatic necessities for that. But I admire her devotion and dedication, her sharp wit, and her ability to actually manage the myriad details that keep this place running. Someone has to, and she does it without much recognition or reward.)
Right. Now to see what to do with myself for the afternoon.
A.