Professor Wright

August 15, 2018 4:30 PM
Before he had come to work at Sonora, Gray had thought of his degree as useless to his real interests in life. It had simply been a thing he had acquired to please his parents, one fragment of the set of complex, unspoken bargains which formed the outlines of their relationship of mutual affection and just as mutual lack of understanding. When he had lost his network contract (something which still baffled and annoyed him – he had been head writer of two programs in his day, had won awards, even – what more could they have wanted, him to hand in scripts where he used his own blood as ink, and never mind that he did not think blood would really make a terribly good ink with all the clotting and attracting flies and whatnot?), he had more or less come to see his degree in a different light – as a symbol of failure. He had tried to prove that life needn’t be endless drudgery at make-work, had failed, and had ended up just like his father after all – nobody in particular, plodding along, first trying to play the private tutor and now the schoolmaster. Then last year had happened, when they had been under quarantine for what had seemed like forever –

Well, something had had to give, and he just counted himself lucky that it had not done so – badly. Instead, the quarantine – at least for those of them who had already been ill – had lifted before that, and then over the summer, being forced to write instead of being forced not to, he had been able to really think about what he did now. For one thing, school life had its own rhythms, its own symbology, and its own morals – both from the point of view of the teacher and the student. For another thing, there was his actual subject, which he of necessity knew better now than he probably had when he’d sat his exams in it. There were a wealth of ways in which theory could be mined for metaphor, and he had started working on one before the school year had begun – which had allowed it to flow freely into lesson planning, with lesson planning flowing back into the work, until, for the moment, he felt fairly balanced.

“Good afternoon,” he said to the Advanced class, just after two-fifteen on a Monday. He felt some sympathy for them – thought he would of necessity be at work for several hours more, holding office hours and marking papers, after the Advanced class left, this was his last structured class of the day, and it would be over at three. After that – well, it would be quite late before he could give himself up to whatever pursuit happened to catch his mind, but he could scratch a line here and there between actual work if he was careful, along with doing some staring off into space, unless it was truly a difficult day and fifteen people required help at once. “Welcome to your second week of Advanced Charms for this year.”

They had spent the first few days in hard but fairly mentally undemanding labor, mostly focused around getting a grip on basic non-verbal spellcasting. Now that he felt sure they were back on form, the real work was going to start.

“Generally, before now,” continued Gray, “Charms is a subject where you’ve dealt with material objects. You’ve mostly directly altered the features or function of things you could see and touch – we’re talking here about colors, sizes, position in space, density and weight. In Advanced Charms, thought, more and more of our focus is going to move to abstract objects. Anyone care to offer some hypotheses – or prior knowledge – about what that means?”

Gray took a few comments before taking the floor back. “Good, everyone, thank you,” he said. “The charms I’m talking about here are those which operate in increasingly invisible ways – at the highest level, or at least the highest level we’ll cover in this class – and will cover only in theory in this class – this involves spells like the Fidelius Charm and the binding spell for an Unbreakable Vow. Spells which are entirely based around an absence. A little more practical – something you may all encounter in your adult lives – are magically binding contracts. These interact in curious ways across time and space – any guesses what the common factor between them is?” He nodded when he got an answer. “Right, relationships,” he said. “The spell, for lack of a simpler term, knows the status of the relationship between persons in these advanced examples – one of the great debates in theoretical charms is if this magic comes from within persons or is an external tie around them. One thing almost everyone – “ there always had to be a dissenter in every field; Gray suspected some of them of doing it deliberately, Socrates-like, to keep everyone else honest – “agrees on, though, is that all charms are based on relationships of some kind.”

He waved his wand toward the blackboard and diagrams began to draw themselves. “The most ancient charms worked on the understanding that it was necessary to balance classical elements – balances of earth, water, fire, air. Alchemy – the Great Science – attempts to synthesize the core magical disciplines of Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration. The simplest levitation charm involves a balance of forces between the wizard, the earth, the object, and the air – if any of you pursue Charms further than your RATS, that will be one of the first things you study, actually, if things haven’t changed too much,” he said offhandedly. He had rather liked that, as he recalled – going back to the bottom, going higher by going deeper into what one already thought one knew. “Today, however, we’re going to begin our study with physical objects, with the undetectable extension charm.

“You all know how to enlarge or shrink an object to size,” he observed, “either through Charms or with some biological cases, potions. But in this spell, you make an object – essentially – larger on the inside. Sometimes impressively so.” Gray flicked his wand and levitated a small fabric box onto his desk. It was small enough to fit into one of his pockets. He opened it and began removing odds and ends: his teacher’s edition of the textbook, a cauldron, his lapdesk, and a lamp. All were visibly larger than the box; no one should have fit inside it, never mind all. “If I really wanted, I could fit that bookcase in here,” he informed them, pointing to a bookcase to indicate. “You won’t start out doing that. Instead, you’re just going to take little boxes like these and work your way up, by the end of the week at least, to putting your textbooks inside them.”

Having issued this challenge, he supposed he really ought to offer some pointers on how to get there. “The key understanding to start out with is that space and time are not, at this level, things you treat as separate things,” he instructed them. “Nor are they things that run in straight lines. The usual model…here we are.” He flicked his wand to light the candle which provided the light source for his projector and put up the first slide.



"This represents the movement of the Earth around the Sun throughout the year," he explained. "You see from the curving line connecting the Earth-dots how the Earth is moving through space-time. Now there, they're represented as points on an axis - a second model, maybe more helpful for what you're going to be doing, is this." He put up the next picture.



"Here, space-time is the grid, and it's distorted by massive bodies - here, that's being represented by those spheres," explained Gray. "Essentially, you're doing something similar, on a very small scale, inside your box." The theory could get much more complicated, but for the purposes of RATS and a first lesson, that would do. "The tricky part is simultaneously sustaining the shape of the box - managing the way gravity works on its exterior so that its interior can hold your textbook while the box maintains all its own properties - including how easy it is for you to move it right now - while the space within it is distorted to much larger dimensions.

"To cast it, you'll have a two-step process - two broad circles around the box, first clockwise and then counterclockwise, with your wand while you begin the incantation, forasiempra, and then a sharp flick and tap to the inside with your second half, intraugeundo. If it doesn't explode right away, you're doing well," he added cheerfully. "I'll be very surprised if everyone doesn't have at least one explosion - at least in terms of the exterior blowing apart, if not actual fire - or implosion or other disaster before you get the hang of it, which is why I don't recommend trying to put your book into it without flame-retardant charms and after you've already observed the box remain changed and stable for at least five minutes.

"For homework, you're going to read the next chapter of your textbook, which goes into more detail, and do the problems at the end of it - I warn you, there is math involved. And graphing. You can take some time to begin reading now if you prefer, or come get a box and start working on the practical lesson." One of the perks of the Advanced class was that they were supposed to take less direction from him by definition - though it was hardly restful today, when he was blithely asking them to almost certainly blow stuff up.

OOC: My thanks to the European Space Agency and the University of Pittsburgh for the images. My apologies to all of you (unless you like this sort of thing) for the images. If you, too, feel like diving into science and trying to incorporate it into your post, this is an excellent way to increase the number of points you receive, but the only rule is that all posts adhere to the site rules, as always. Have fun!
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Arianna Tate, Crotalus

September 20, 2018 7:51 PM
It was her sixth year and Arianna was hopeful regarding Advanced classes. Even though they were more difficult and likely to be composed of a lot of boring theory-which she expected to be able to be understand if she could manage to pay attention to it and not let her mind wander to more interesting things such as clothing, make-up, parties and suitable men to marry-they would also be learning more advanced spells that were more interesting and impressive to know.

So,Arianna took a seat in Charms, sitting in the middle of the room. As much as she liked to be seen, the front was for suck-up Aladrens-the kind her mother wasn't- and the back was for idiot Pecaris-the kind her brother was.

The lecture started okay, but quickly devolved and Arianna couldn't help but sneer a little. Physics? Ugh no. Absolutely not. Learning about boring things-which was par for the course in any class she was going to take and would put up with for the sake of saying she'd finished school-or Muggle things-such as listening to Jasmine talk about Disney-was one thing, listening to a professor discuss boring Muggle things was quite another.

Why Professor Wright even bothered knowing about those things himself puzzled Arianna, as he wasn't Muggleborn anyway. Then again he was the nerdy sort of Aladren. Which was admittedly most of them. She felt a surge of sympthy for her mother having been around the sort on a regular basis-she'd alway rather thought Mother and Uncle Adam should have switched houses-and moreover, that Professor Wright had beaten Mother out for prefect.

The latter was something Arianna still had difficulty fathoming. Having had him for professor and knowing her mother, she was certain Mother had been badly slighted. She had assumed this before having met Professor Wright of course, but now knowing him, she had no idea what the staff in those days had been thinking. Mother was a billion times more impressive. She could only figure that back when they been in school, that the staff had been biased against important purebloods. Thank Merlin that had changed. Arianna was prefect, Angelique was prefect and-unsurprisingly-Emerald was prefect.

Eventually, Professor Wright got to the bloody point of it all, which was making something bigger on the inside and the incantation and movements to go with it. Why did they have to suffer through that long lecture on something so mind numbingly dull and unimportant? The homework didn't thrill her either and she wrinkled her nose in distaste.

Arianna received her box and got out her wand. The she did as instructed, feeling slightly miffed at Professor Wright's comment that disaster would strike them when they did this spell, even though the comment was likely intended to make them feel better if they weren't successful. She was not going to blow things up, she was not Jozua Sparks or some stupid Pecari. How insulting!

Not that she got the spell perfect by a long shot, but there was no implosion yet and most certainly no explosion . Her box wiggled slightly and when she placed her hand inside, one side seemed small bit bigger. Unfortunately it didn't last long before retracting again so she pulled her hand out quickly but still, no explosions.

OOC-Knowledge of Jasmine's interest in Disney double checked with her author
11 Arianna Tate, Crotalus Ew, physics 353 Arianna Tate, Crotalus 0 5


Georgia Kirkly, Teppenpaw

October 01, 2018 7:34 AM
Charms would be fun, she had told herself. Charms would be easy. Well, okay, she hadn’t honestly expected any advanced classes to be easy, but compared to some of the others, it was meant to be easier, wasn’t it? She supposed she couldn’t compare to Transfiguration because she wasn’t taking it, but she couldn’t imagine how mind bendingly awful it was if it was harder than this. It was off to a pretty bad start when Professor Wright used the phrase ‘abstract objects.’ Because unless he meant those swirly paintings that it looked like a two year old could have done, but which were apparently really deep, meaningful and valuable Art (and she had a feeling he didn’t), then she had no idea what he might mean. She wasn’t much the wiser after he talked about Fidelius Charms and Unbreakable Vows. Was she meant to know what those were? She had done the reading. Kinda. She’d sort of read through the chapters over breakfast. But it wasn’t like she memorised every detail because who could? Was that the level expected now - to come to class just knowing the entire textbook? Was nothing going to be actually explained? There had been something about making people unable to tell your secrets, which had seemed kinda cool, but she hadn’t really understood it and also there had been pancakes, and those were distracting. The main point of the lesson seemed to be… relationships? Or something. Charms was now about relationships. She had thought it was about movement and making things shiny. She had liked it when it had been about those things. Sparkly, tap dancing pineapples had, admittedly, seemed a bit pointless, but at least she’d been able to do them.

Then he started talking about elements, and it sounded like he said that after RATS, you started studying how things fly again. She wondered whether that was because RATS broke most people’s brains and turned them into quivering heaps who had to start again from scratch. Probably not. He was probably saying something else entirely and she was missing the point but it didn’t actually feel like her theory was that implausible right now.

The demonstration was about the only bit that made sense to her, as Professor Wright started pulling all manner of things out of a tiny box on his desk. Sure, that should not have been able to happen logically, but she had long ago given up assuming that logic and magic had any kind of relationship. Of course you could fit a bookcase in a box that looked like it was designed more for a piece of jewellery. Why wouldn’t you be able to? she thought, almost irritably. But the fact that he had stopped talking and was just showing what he meant made it much easier to understand. However, once Professor Wright had finished going all Mary Poppins on them, the lesson devolved back to rambling again. Only this time there were slides. Slides with graphs, and diagrams, and all Georgia was getting from it was that everything went wibbly wobbly woo. She bet Zevalyn got it. She was simultaneously really glad to have her as a best friend, because Georgia was pretty sure she would not survive this otherwise, and also really not looking forward to the point where Zev tried to explain all this to her and she had to feel stupid and refrain from saying that she thought science was stupid because she knew that would hurt Zev’s feelings, and only make Georgia feel even stupider, and the whole thing just had ‘headache’ written all over it. There was even the dire warning that the homework would contain math. The only glimmer of decency in the whole thing was that Professor Wright understood that required warning them, but that did little to redeem him or the general situation. Part of the best bit about finding out she was a witch was that it had seemed to promise no more math, only people kept finding ways to slip it in.

As the little boxes were passed around, the question at the front of her mind was Do I really have to do this? RATS were overall just seeming like a lot more trouble than they were worth at this point. Sure, magic was handy sometimes, and she really didn’t think she’d want to go back to living without it - accio was the greatest thing ever, and she couldn’t wait to be of age and be able to use it all the time, because actually getting up to get things was for chumps. But this… If it was a choice between math and just having to have all her objects a sensible size on the inside forever, Georgia knew which one she’d choose. She wasn’t even that sold on it as a good idea. There had been a bit about making extendo purses in the textbook. That bit had stuck because it had sounded kinda useful but also kinda problematic. She already had enough trouble with her schoolbag ending up full of broken quill pieces and gum wrappers and notes that she was totally going to put into a proper filing system at some point, and other assorted detritus that made finding what she actually needed kinda hard. If she had the capacity to make her schoolbag bigger on the inside, she wasn’t sure she’d ever find anything. At least with its current, finite capacity, she was at some point forced to deal with all the kibble and reclaim enough space for her textbooks to fit in. How many gum wrappers would you end up with in an infinite bag? It sounded like one of those bullcrap maths questions… Georgia chews on average two bits of gum a day, but more when Professors make her head hurt. At RATS level, they do this on average three times a week more often than they did at CATS level, where the number of headaches was the same as the amount of pustules on the average Bubotuber. At the same time, another train leaves a station on the opposite side of the country. Assuming that the capacity of her bag can be represented by the letter X before the spell is cast and by the letter Y after it, then how badly does she want to stab Professor Wright with a quill?

Actually, she thought she knew the answer to that one…

She turned to the little box in front of her, which she had basically been told she was almost guaranteed to blow up. That wasn’t a comforting thought. She was perfectly willing to accept that ‘just cos magic’ was a valid reason for this, but apparently that didn’t fly any more and there was this whole branch of magic-math-physics crap that she was going to have to understand, and that she was definitely not going to understand any time soon, probably ever, and yet here she was being expected to try doing the spell. Without much hope, and with the almost certainty of causing an explosion at the forefront of her mind, she traced her wand around the box, muttering the incantation. No sooner had her wand completed the final motion of tapping the thing in the middle, than the box gave an angry bang, each side shooting across the desk in a different direction as it fell apart, the pieces smoking slightly.

“Uh… sorry,” she apologised, reaching out to retrieve the part that had invaded her neighbour’s desk area, and realising uneasily that it was Arianna Tate. Arianna was one of Those Girls, the kind who was skinny and from an old Pureblood family and who somehow managed to even have expensive looking hair. Georgia was not sure how that was possible but she was convinced there was such a thing as Rich Girl Hair. She thought it might be something to do with how glossy it always looked. And now she, chubby halfblood with mid-brown, regular locks, had send bits of exploding box towards her. Georgia felt this was not going to end well, but felt the added sting that Arianna might assume she was incompetent because of her blood status. “He… he did say it’d probably explode,” she added defensively.
13 Georgia Kirkly, Teppenpaw Wow, we actually have something in common 346 Georgia Kirkly, Teppenpaw 0 5