Wednesday began her class set up. She pointed her wand at the heavy wooden, flip top desks, shooting off two spells in rapid succession.
“Pluma pondus; Locomotor desks,” she said, moving them effortlessly to the sides of the long, rectangular room. Once they were out of the way, she conjured three large wooden doors, placing them side-by-side right in the center. She covered the stark white walls with various charts, diagramming the spells they would be learning tomorrow.
The first week of classes were always an exciting time at the Institute, and she took that first meeting with her first years seriously. She already heard a lot about her students from the professors, but there was nothing like actually meeting someone to get a feel for what they could—or could not, do.
Still, first year charm spells were downright boring. “You gotta start somewhere,” she said to the empty room. She took out her wand and pointed it at the lock of the first door. “Colloportus,” she said and the click of the latch engaging echoed off the walls. She continued with each of the other two doors, checking to make sure everything was in working order.
Only when she was satisfied that the doors were in perfect working order for her students did she made her way to the entrance of the classroom. She gently flicked off the lights and left.
“Pluma pondus; Locomotor desks,” she said, moving them effortlessly to the sides of the long, rectangular room. Once they were out of the way, she conjured three large wooden doors, placing them side-by-side right in the center. She covered the stark white walls with various charts, diagramming the spells they would be learning tomorrow.
The first week of classes were always an exciting time at the Institute, and she took that first meeting with her first years seriously. She already heard a lot about her students from the professors, but there was nothing like actually meeting someone to get a feel for what they could—or could not, do.
Still, first year charm spells were downright boring. “You gotta start somewhere,” she said to the empty room. She took out her wand and pointed it at the lock of the first door. “Colloportus,” she said and the click of the latch engaging echoed off the walls. She continued with each of the other two doors, checking to make sure everything was in working order.
Only when she was satisfied that the doors were in perfect working order for her students did she made her way to the entrance of the classroom. She gently flicked off the lights and left.