Substitute Professor Roy Snughardt
February 25, 2011 11:04 AM
Fire + leaves = future? [Third and fourth years] by Substitute Professor Roy Snughardt
I’m ba~ack.Roy Snughardt was once again substituting at Sonora. He had subbed at Rocky Mountain International this year, but he was pretty sure he liked Sonora better. It felt different than RMI, softer to him somehow. Maybe he had grown soft to its kiddiewinks. The middle-aged man didn’t really like kids all that much, but these kids weren’t all that awful.
Now he was substituting in a Divinations class. Roy never was keen on the subject, feeling that it was not good karma to know the future. Also, it was depressing to see something coming and be unable to change it. But whatever. He got paid to teach the stuff, whether he liked the subject or not. Money was money.
“Welcome, class!” Roy grinned, his left hand stroking his goatee puzzlingly. Was he just imaging it, or did the students seem like they had grown since he last saw them? Just like his fine goatee, they were growing nicely. (Of course, unlike the goatee, they weren’t plucking his daughter’s last nerve with their growth.)
“Today we will be handling tea leaves, which I’m sure you’ve done in the past,” Roy noted, “but this will be different. We’re using them in the centaur way. That is to say, we will be doing what centaurs do and burn particular leaves.”
“On your desks should be some mallowsweet and some sage,” he said. “We’re going to catch things on fire! Oh, goodie! Aren’t substitutes fun?” The question was of course rhetorical, but he scowled when he thought he heard someone answer no.
“Supposedly, you will see shapes in the leaves,” added Snughardt. “It is what the centaurs say. However, sometimes the shapes are blurry, and even the centaurs have trouble reading them. So do your best!” Really, as long as they tried, he’d give them the best grade in his authority; who was he to say their predictions were wrong? He was no Seer, either.
Roy drew his wand and pointed it into the air. A nonverbal spell from there lit each of the sage and mallowsweet leaves on fire, small and controlled but enough for the lesson to function. “Partner up if you’d like, but other than that, no further instructions. Also, please don’t touch the fire. It’s kind of hot. Call me if it gets out of control.” He doubted highly that they would, however.
OOC: Hooray, you lovely intermediates! Please do not get burned because it would make me sad. Make lots of
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