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Post by Callum Montana Roderick on Apr 3, 2013 16:40:18 GMT
See, the thing about transfigurations, is I'm really freaking good at them. The other thing is that I know jack shit about them. I didn't exactly have textbooks growing up, what with the death and destruction and wartime things. But a job was a job, and how hard could it be? Right?
My first lesson went alright, I thought. I introduced myself (And, ugh, why was it so creepy to be called 'Mr. Roderick'?), gave a little background (I'm from Canada and I designed weapons during the war.), and shared some personal interests (Has anyone tried the rhubarb pie at the bakery down the street? Because it's freaking fantabulous.).
After that, I opened up the textbook to the place the previous instructor had marked and dear Lord why would anyone choose a book this thick. It's like she wanted the kids to give up before they even started! "She actually made you read this? And you actually did it?" I demanded incredulously. I made a face and shoved it to the edge of the desk. "Ew. Well, you can just go ahead and use that for fire tinder or something, 'cause no way am I reading that whole thing."
And then I gave a few practical demonstrations of the difference between inanimate-to-inanimate and inanimate-to-animate transfigurations. We may have ended up with a bit of a cricket infestation by the end of class.
So, by the time the kids were shuffling out, I was darting about the classroom, trying to snipe the crickets out of the nooks and crannies they'd holed up in.
This teaching stuff was gonna be super easy.
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Post by tobiasredferne on Apr 5, 2013 5:01:37 GMT
Being unimaginably late (as in, the lesson is going to end in 5 minutes-late) for Transfigurations was probably going to end with Tobias getting yelled at by Liam for 'not taking his education seriously', but it wasn't like they had a Transfigurations teacher anyway. The spot had been empty for an eon and a half, so what usually happened during Transfiguration class was that someone (usually one of his brothers) came in, told them to read their textbook, and then left. So it wasn't really thaaaat bad that he'd managed to oversleep till noon and missed most of Transfiguration. And anyway, it didn't matter, because he was better at Transfiguration than even Liam.
In his haste in getting to class, Tobias somehow managed to trip on air and rammed into some random dude. Holding a cricket in his hand. Odd. Oh well, he was probably a janitor or something... why were there crickets around, anyway? Tobias looked around the classroom. Crap, that was a lot of crickets. Ew. Bugs were... gross. Or something. Not that he was scared of them, but they were just disgusting and crappy and having a bedroom which was more often than not infested with all sorts of bugs and crap did things to a kid, okay?
So, like any normal easily-annoyed sorcerer who had a hatred of bugs would, Tobias took out his wand. "adolebit cicadae omnes," he started, burning all of the crickets (alive, but who cared about crickets, anyway?). "transfigurant: panno in peram. congregabo." He transfigured a nearby piece of cloth into a small bag and made all the cricket bodies levitate inside, Tobias himself being careful not to touch any of the carcasses. And then he threw the bag away. Done. The janitor-guy would be grateful.
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Post by Callum Montana Roderick on Apr 5, 2013 15:56:52 GMT
I'd found a huddled mass of crickets quivering behind a stack of textbooks, and was about to zap them out of existence when all of the crickets went up in flames - singeing quite a bit of furniture. My head jerked up to see a young man levitating the crickets into a transfigured bag. Dang. Now I'd have to charm away the burnt spots. Still, I supposed the guy was trying to be helpful.
So I gave him a nice, friendly grin. "Hey, thanks, man. They were a transfiguration lesson gone a bit overboard." There was a large burn on the ground. If I turned my head to the side, it kinda looked like a coyote howling at the moon. God, but I hate charms. Still, cleaning some char was no big deal. I murmured an incantation under my breath and got rid of the first. Maybe I'd leave the textbooks. They were useless anyway. It would discourage future use of those evil, massive things.
Looking back up at my unsolicited cutie - er, helper, that is - I leaned back against my desk and smirked at him. It was weird, looking all teacher-professional-like. Even if I had puppies on my tie. "Anyway, can I help you with something, buddy?"
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Post by tobiasredferne on Apr 6, 2013 14:28:26 GMT
  So it wasn't Tobias' fault for raising an eyebrow when he was told by the janitor-guy that the crickets had been the result of a Transfigurations class gone wrong. Just how wrong did a class have to go for an infestation of crickets to pop up? Gosh, it sounded like Gilderoy Lockheart and the Cornish Pixies or something. Stupid. And then he realised: if it had been a Transfigurations lesson gone wrong, did that mean that they had a proper teacher now? And that he'd missed the first proper-teacher Transfigurations class that they had? Because that was really stupid of him. Tobias personally wanted to get on the Transfigurations teacher's good side, so that maybe he/she'd teach him some advanced Transfiguration moves or something. While curses and hexes were what he used most of the time during fights, Transfiguration was by far his favourite aspect of magic.
Then the guy asked Tobias if there was anything that he could help him with, all weirdly informal and leaning against the teacher's table. Well, that was rather odd. "Why would I need help from you?" Tobias asked, eyeing the relatively absurd tie that the man was wearing. Why was this guy wearing a tie, anyway? Janitors didn't wear ties. "I was just coming to class, but I guess it's ended already so whatever. I'll just go now, or something." And then Tobias turned to leave, wondering where the hell that guy had even sprung out from, anyway. He'd never seen a janitor in Northvale before.
 Outfit: Clicky! Tagged: CAL! Notes: puppy tie :3Lyrics: This Is War by 30 Seconds To MarsCredit: Chloe!
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Post by Callum Montana Roderick on Apr 7, 2013 15:56:14 GMT
Wow, rude little fucker! Someone needed a hug, I thought. I took a couple steps after him before he could head out. It wasn't like I was going to call him out for skipping class - well, not just now anyway. It wouldn't be much good to give out detentions on my first day.
"Hey, hey, little buddy," I called after him. "You're one of my new students?" There had only been a couple absent, so I summoned my attendance sheet with a quick wave of my wand. "So, are you...Robert...or Tobias?" They were the only guys missing that day.
The puppies on my tie had been charmed to jump around and play, and I accidentally brushed one with the attendance sheet. It latched onto the edge with its little teeth and started tugging. "Hey! Bad dog!" I scolded, yanking the paper away. A tiny corner ripped off, and the puppy proceeded to shred it. Maybe a charmed tie wasn't the greatest idea for the first day.
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Post by tobiasredferne on Apr 9, 2013 15:01:22 GMT
Tobias almost snorted when the guy asked him whether he was "Robert or Tobias". Like he'd be caught dead with a name like Robert. But then he quickly realised what the guy had said.
... new student? So this guy... this guy... was supposed to be his new Transfigurations professor? This piss-poor excuse of a guy who was wearing a charmed puppy tie and looked more like a janitor than a freaking professor? Great. Tobias couldn't even believe his luck; even Cain or Connor teaching this class would be better than... him. Who was this, anyway? And what kind of loser wore a charmed tie to the work?
"Tobias Redferne," Tobias told the professor, looking disdainfully at his tie. "Who are you?" And what the fuck was wrong with Northvale, anyway? Why would they even hire such a guy? "And for God's sake, why would you charm a fucking tie?" Tobias rolled his eyes. Obviously, his Transifigurations professor was a complete idiot and the year ahead was going to be very disappointing indeed.
Outfit: Clicky! Tagged: Cal! Notes: blahblahblahLyrics: This Is War by 30 Seconds To MarsCredit: Chloe!
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Post by Callum Montana Roderick on Apr 9, 2013 15:14:18 GMT
I grinned and made a note on my roster. "Tobias! Toby. Toberoo. Tobykins. I like it." Toby was a bit of a grumpy-groo, it seemed. Well, I'd just have to turn that frown upside-down! I dropped the attendance sheet back onto the desk. "And I'm the new transfigurations professor." I jutted a hand toward him to shake.
"Callum Roderick. Nice to meet you." I glanced down at the puppies that were now sniffing at the shredded remains of paper scrap. I poked one of them and it jumped out of the way. "They're fun," I insisted. "Beats wearing some boring old plain tie. Besides, it was a gift."
There had been a sweet little sorceress during the war, four years old. I pulled her and her family out of a burning house after it had been attacked by fae. She gave me the tie as a thank-you. Her name was Ruby, she was almost seven now, and her mother still called me from time to time.
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Post by tobiasredferne on Apr 9, 2013 15:48:01 GMT
It seemed to Tobias that the new Transfigurations professor belonged in an asylum more than anything, what with all the stupid nicknames that he was giving him. Didn't he hear the Redferne part of his name? So either this... Callum guy had a few screws loose, or he had geniunely never heard of the Redfernes before. Which meant that he had been raised in the human world. Which meant that he was lame and probably not half as powerful as a teacher in Northvale should be. Which meant that he sucked, and that meant that Tobias was going to be stuck with a shitty Transfigurations teacher who wouldn't let him experiment or do whatever crap he watned just because. And that, was of course, absolutely perfect.
"Don't call me anything but Tobias," he snarled, glaring at the professor. What did he do in his past life to deserve such a weirdo for a teacher for his favourite subject? "Or Redferne, if you must. But no stupid shit nicknames." God. Tobias glanced disdainfully at the offered hand, and decided not to shake it-- he might catch some of the crazy, and Tobias definitely didn't want that.
Plus, Tobias didn't even want to think about the gift. Ew, if his girlfriend or wife was giving him such spectacularly horrible ties, he really questioned Mr. Roderick's sanity. And his taste. Especially his taste. God, couldn't he just leave Northvale and go find some other Transfigurations class to terrorize?
Outfit: Clicky! Tagged: Cal! Notes: nyeh whiny!Toby returnsLyrics: This Is War by 30 Seconds To MarsCredit: Chloe!
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Post by Callum Montana Roderick on Apr 9, 2013 18:22:42 GMT
Wow, he was a snippy little kitten, wasn't he? I tried and failed to not grin at his cute little scowl. He was everything you could want out of a spoiled son of a big wizarding family - in other words, adorable. I held my hands up in mock defense. "Alright, alright. I get it. You're Liam's kid brother, aren't you? I hear you guys are pretty tough shit in this neck of the woods." In fact, I knew they were tough shit over here. There had been Redfernes all over the upper ranks of the Britain battalion.
I leaned back against my desk, ignoring his snub of my super friendly handshake. He'd learn to love me. "I ran into your relatives a few times in the war. Of course, I wasn't fighting on this side of the pond 'til '05, so no one really had time for chit-chatting at that point."
Oooh, maybe some war talk would get him more friendly-like. People loved violence! Maybe I should start bringing guns to class. Yes, that was definitely on the lesson plan now.
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Post by tobiasredferne on Apr 10, 2013 2:53:05 GMT
Frankly, Tobias found it pretty hard to believe that someone like... that... had been in the war. Tobias certainly couldn't remember meeting such a nutjob, but it was entirely possible that Liam or someone else had. Cain in particular had been tasked with training the crappy recruits. He probably knew Cain. And ugh, just how oblivious could this guy even get if he just heard that they were pretty "tough shit"? Who even used "tough shit" anymore? Plus, obviously the guy had a death wish-- only a crazy person would describe Tobias as "Liam's kid brother". And well, actually, that explained a lot.
Still though, Tobias supposed that even though Mr. Roderick turned out to be a loser who was, like, a recruit during the war or something, it was good that at least his teacher had some fighting experience. Maybe then he'd allow Tobias to do his own shit in class! "Good for you," he said, although he still didn't really care. "But seriously, whatever, even if you knew Cain when he was doing his stupid little recruits-training thing, it doesn't matter. Just tell me that you won't force me to stick with the lesson plan if I don't want to, and I'm sure we'll get along fine." If he was going to get a shit teacher, Tobias better at least be able to use the lesson time to do his own crap. Otherwise, Mr. Roderick could be sure that Tobias was going to be the absolute worst student he'd ever encountered.
And then, for some reason, he felt the need to add "Yeah, Liam's my oldest brother. What about it?" coupled with a challenging stare. If the guy was going to make a crack about his family-- or worse, him-- he was going to break the guy's nose or something.
Outfit: Clicky! Tagged: Cal! Notes: blaaaaaahhhhLyrics: This Is War by 30 Seconds To MarsCredit: Chloe!
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