Post by THEODORE ISAAC FISCHER on Jul 28, 2014 16:12:27 GMT -5
It had been a morning most regretted by Theodore, his Charms professor had alerted him of the decline in his marks. It had been quite a surprise to him, well, if he hadn’t such high regard for his mind, it actually wouldn't be a surprise. Theodore excelled in his studies for most of his subjects, however Charms was not on the top of his high achievements. Something about it always confused him, he would always seek a more detailed instruction for any spell and that was what always made the class hard for him; he thought too much. But he was not one to simply give up, school was his main priority - the only important thing in his life so far. He had made a science of school and was not about to let his marks drown over one little class. Though his patience was not elastic when it came to the matter of Charms, Theodore took his professor’s advice and allowed himself to be assigned a tutor.
His tutor had a surname that wasn’t easily forgotten, especially since she was in his house. Theodore Fischer never quite enjoyed the company of mixed breeds, or half breeds as he referred to them. As such even reading about them made his teeth clench and palms perspire. Theodore had grown up in a stern pureblood home where blood was it’s top priority. He of course made some changes in his opinion as his years in the school carried on. The views on those who mixed however had not. He still stayed clear of the forbidden forest because of the centaurs and made excuses during care of magical creatures so whenever the class might strode in there, he’d conveniently be recovering by a self induced injury in the hospital wing. Now it seemed both his fears were combining: charms and a werewolf.
The very thought mingled harshly with him with each step he took. Within every four steps he walked he’d hesitate and look back miserably back to the castle; looking as dolorous as though his parents were forcing him to introduce himself to a crowd. A tired voice nagged him right into the black lake, reminding him how much his abortive efforts in Charms class would reflect poorly on him, and how he’d remind himself every day of such a failure.
Approaching the waters, the small ripples fell upon his ears like soothing words; passive and delicate, for a moment he had forgotten anyone else was near. Kneeling down, his hand tickled the water and a smile sprawled across his face. He had wished this was the only task of his day, enjoying the quiet sleepy lake. Tales and tricks that had always followed the black lake had not bothered Theodore at the moment. Fears of prickly creatures reaching from under the water and snatching him were far away. All but pleasant thoughts had dissolved lightly, the lustrous hand of the lake was the only thing caressing his mind. Only a starry night would gladly accompany the already perfect moment; but alas, nightfall was hours away. Theodore's luck decided to stay for a while, allowing him a snail to keep him company; Theodore picked it up and thought about what experiment he could use the creature for.
“Maybe she’ll forget…” Hoped, Theodore. Giving the place a worrying look he took a deep breath and clouded his mind with awful scenarios. Thinking of things that only buckled his knees. Theodore wondered if meeting by the lake was an erroneous idea, he wasn’t the best swimmer and assumed it was all a ploy to be eaten “But if I drown, my body would be weighted down and she wouldn’t be able to eat me. Be too chewy” He oddly enough found comfort in such thoughts and sighed in relief. “Well, forty five seconds more and if she’s not here then I can tell the Professor and they’ll assign me a new tutor hopefully. Right, lets count” Theodore mumbled and moved his feet in a light march, marking the ground nervously. Flipping over the rabbit shape cover of his watch, Theodore absorbed each second as the needle jumped over to the next second. Time seemed to progress at the speed of the snail that was now in the pocket of his robes.
