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VIRGILIUS HILDEGARD
Location: Hogwarts Castle - Great Hall
Time of day: Evening welcoming feast
Interactions:
@Sailor Arti - Rei Scurlock
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"Erm...y-yes," the boy mustered when he was no longer too occupied by choking on his meal. "If anything, I'm looking forward to your class the most. I'm looking forward to challenging my abilities further."
Hardly anyone could call Virgilius Hildegard a vain man. Still, praise like that affected him in more ways than just a smirk he allowed to slip away. It was no secret he took great pride in his work and asked for a significant amount of effort in return, but being acknowledged felt good every once in a while. At the mention of it, professor Hildegard cleared his throat. Maintaining his expression neutral, he adjusted his stance, clasping hands together behind his back.
“I am delighted to hear so. Without revealing too much, I will say that you will undoubtedly require more than a book this year.” The last part was spoken out in a higher volume for other students to catch. As always, it was merely a volume and none of the approachable tone that was changed. He allowed groans and quiet complaints to spread around the table and, possibly, make their way across the other three. He had learned that there were quite a few students throughout the years that ended up in his class underprepared. Brewing potions tended to be romanticized. Everyone wanted to sit down in the first hour and magically know how to brew Amortentia just in time for Valentine’s or Felix Felicis. Only in time of the exams, coincidentally.
“There’s still a chance for sixth-year students to change their mind.” It toned down some complaints, but many remained whispered and shared under a breath. “But I am more than confident that I can count on you, mister Scurlock.” The boy was a brewing prodigy he enjoyed working with, and it showed. Alchemy and Potions were subjects one knew not to take if anything was learned from the previous five years regarding professor Hildegard’s work ethic.
“Give a thorough rub to your cauldron, and remember to re-apply for the Advanced Class,” Virgil advised. “We shall redo it on Monday evening.” Truth be told, he was looking forward to it. With plenty of disarrays waiting outside, brewing and sharing the knowledge felt like a refuge.
Suddenly, madam Watkins shouted out towards professor Anderson, and he turned his attention to her curiously. He hardly even winced as the sound of fireworks echoed through the Great Hall. “I suppose there are some… other children requiring some attention before they set the place on fire,” he mused calmly. The table full of Ravenclaws chuckled and clapped along with the rest.
“I’ll leave you to it, mister Scurlock. Enjoy your evening, and welcome back.” With it, professor Hildegard nodded in greeting and made his way back to the festive table of teachers.
“Yet another exciting year to welcome,” he reckoned.
Location: Hogwarts Castle - Great Hall
Time of day: Evening welcoming feast
Interactions:
@Sailor Arti - Rei Scurlock
*********************************************************************
"Erm...y-yes," the boy mustered when he was no longer too occupied by choking on his meal. "If anything, I'm looking forward to your class the most. I'm looking forward to challenging my abilities further."
Hardly anyone could call Virgilius Hildegard a vain man. Still, praise like that affected him in more ways than just a smirk he allowed to slip away. It was no secret he took great pride in his work and asked for a significant amount of effort in return, but being acknowledged felt good every once in a while. At the mention of it, professor Hildegard cleared his throat. Maintaining his expression neutral, he adjusted his stance, clasping hands together behind his back.
“I am delighted to hear so. Without revealing too much, I will say that you will undoubtedly require more than a book this year.” The last part was spoken out in a higher volume for other students to catch. As always, it was merely a volume and none of the approachable tone that was changed. He allowed groans and quiet complaints to spread around the table and, possibly, make their way across the other three. He had learned that there were quite a few students throughout the years that ended up in his class underprepared. Brewing potions tended to be romanticized. Everyone wanted to sit down in the first hour and magically know how to brew Amortentia just in time for Valentine’s or Felix Felicis. Only in time of the exams, coincidentally.
“There’s still a chance for sixth-year students to change their mind.” It toned down some complaints, but many remained whispered and shared under a breath. “But I am more than confident that I can count on you, mister Scurlock.” The boy was a brewing prodigy he enjoyed working with, and it showed. Alchemy and Potions were subjects one knew not to take if anything was learned from the previous five years regarding professor Hildegard’s work ethic.
“Give a thorough rub to your cauldron, and remember to re-apply for the Advanced Class,” Virgil advised. “We shall redo it on Monday evening.” Truth be told, he was looking forward to it. With plenty of disarrays waiting outside, brewing and sharing the knowledge felt like a refuge.
Suddenly, madam Watkins shouted out towards professor Anderson, and he turned his attention to her curiously. He hardly even winced as the sound of fireworks echoed through the Great Hall. “I suppose there are some… other children requiring some attention before they set the place on fire,” he mused calmly. The table full of Ravenclaws chuckled and clapped along with the rest.
“I’ll leave you to it, mister Scurlock. Enjoy your evening, and welcome back.” With it, professor Hildegard nodded in greeting and made his way back to the festive table of teachers.
“Yet another exciting year to welcome,” he reckoned.