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Post by Mael Gauthier on Apr 29, 2024 17:46:17 GMT -8
The bell rang and Mael suppressed a sigh. Classes always seemed to go by so fast when you were having fun. "Before you all leave, be sure to clean up your stations properly," he told the class. It was only common courtesy for the next group that would come in. Mael of course would go over everything and ensure it was done right. He didn't want any accidental cross-contamination. That could be extremely bad. "There will be no homework since everyone managed to successfully brew today's potion. Do take pride in your work." Mael was all about positive reinforcement. "Enjoy your lunch," he said, officially dismissing them. As the students filed out, Mael made his way over to his desk. He sat at his desk and found a stack of papers in a drawer. He'd get some grading done before he joined the masses for lunch. Hunger wasn't exactly gnawing at his belly, so he'd be fine. Quill in hand he got to work. Essays were such dreadful things, but they were also necessary. Head down, quill moving across the paper, he didn't notice anyone approaching until their shadow cast itself over him. Mael raised his head, a smile on his face. "Yes?"
Note: Open to all
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Post by Michael Moretti on Apr 29, 2024 20:12:43 GMT -8
Ever since Olivia sent him a letter, Michael has been struggling. It was not something that could be seen - Michael remained his quiet, stoic self - but it was certainly felt. Thinking about his sister brought a guilt so heavy and so intense that it took his breath away. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't forgive himself for not preventing the attack that permanently altered her life. He'd been able to shove it aside for a few years and go about his life relatively happily. All he had to do was stick to himself and focus on his studies. Mainly Potions as it required his full attention and was a lengthy process, plus it was calming to the young wizard and that was something he was in desperate need of. But with her letter, it all came rushing back.
It only got worse as she started getting media attention and the school was filled with whispers about her rumored romance with her teammate. Many still remember the Olivia Moretti who dominated Hogwarts for seven years, so this gossip was juicier for them, thus gaining more and more traction with each passing day. But then she reconnected with their father and he started hearing more and more about her through his parents. The boy was so conflicted he felt his soul might split in two. He wanted to reach out to her, to tell her he still cared, that he was sorry he failed her. But the guilt was so soul crushing he was paralyzed each time he tried. Michael didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to move past this, but there was something telling him that now was the time to do it.
His mother wrote to him recently, updating him on everything that had been going on. She told him of Olivia's boyfriend and the dinner she met him, about Lycamp and how his sister arranged for his potions professor to visit over the summer. That didn't surprise Michael; he knew that Olivia spent a whole year learning how to brew Wolfsbane with Professor Gauthier. It would make sense that they were still in touch. He was thinking about it as he brewed his Essence of Insanity, his hazel eyes occasionally glancing up at Professor Gauthier. How close was he with his sister? Michael didn't know why he cared. It shouldn't matter to him what his relationship with Olivia was like. But for some reason he kept wondering if she trusted him enough to confide in him. His potion was finished long before anyone else's and he sat back in his seat, brooding.
The bell rang and Professor Gauthier was instructing everyone to clean up their stations before leaving, but Michael's was already cleaned. He took his time packing the rest of his stuff up, something compelling him to linger and speak with the professor. His heart was hammering against his ribs as he stuffed his books into his bag, the anticipation thrumming under his skin. Michael's mind was warring with itself, one side urging him to go while the other told him to stay. He was frozen in place as the battle waged on in his head, his eyes fixed on Professor Gauthier as he graded some essays. Gauthier didn't need to get involved in his family bullshit - he should just go. But the need to know how Olivia felt was so strong that his feet started moving him before his mind could decide. "Professor Gauthier," Michael said quickly, but then paused. He hadn't been thinking when he stepped up to his desk. "Uh, my mother said something about you teaching at Lycamp this summer. Did, uh, did my sister ask you?" Michael clenched his fists and opened them, feeling the nerves crawling up his body.
notes: sorry so long!
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Post by Mael Gauthier on May 1, 2024 15:05:57 GMT -8
Standing at his desk was a student. Michael Moretti was a quiet boy, but he did excellent work. Mael thought his potion making skills were exceptional, and that was no light comment. Mael wasn't serious about a lot of things, but Potions was his passion. There were many who came through his class, and their work was subpar, but not the young Moretti. His sister, for the short amount of time that Mael had her in his class, was equally talented. He'd have liked to have refined her skills, and he'd told her as much recently. His expression remained welcoming as Michael spoke of Lycamp. Mael was indeed going to be teaching this summer. It was an exciting opportunity, and he'd already ordered plenty of supplies in order to ensure that each of his temporary students would be well equipped for their lessons. "Yes, Olivia contacted me a short while ago and asked if I would like to assist. Naturally, I said yes." Mael placed his quill down, flipping one piece of parchment to cover the stack. He didn't suspect Moretti would run off and make fun of someone for their grades, but it was a privacy thing. Mael respected his students, their work, their talents, and their shortcomings. There was no need to unnecessarily shame someone for poor performance when he could give them extra lessons to ensure their success. Speaking of success. "By the way, your Essence of Insanity was brewed to perfection. Olivia said you were a much better brewer, but I told her she wasn't half bad either." He looked up at the Ravenclaw with a whimsical smile.
Notes: It's perfect!
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Post by Michael Moretti on May 1, 2024 17:42:55 GMT -8
His heart was hammering away in his chest, everything in him screaming to go back to his tower and forget about Olivia, but he stayed rooted to the spot. He had come this far. It wasn't like Michael expected this conversation to be easy for him. He could man up a little and suffer through the guilt to find out if his sister was fucking okay or not. Michael nodded his head along to the professor's words, his mind too busy processing them to notice that he had covered whatever it was he was working on. So, Gauthier was a sympathizer. The likelihood that he was close to Olivia just increased. He knew his sister would gravitate more towards people who didn't see her as a werewolf, but as a person. Michael didn't even know if he could give her that.
His eyes had drifted down to the nameplate on Professor Gauthier's desk, but they lifted to meet the wizard's gaze when he complimented his potion. He had the decency to feel flattered, the faintest amount of color rising to his cheeks, though it deepened when he said Olivia said he was the better brewer. His sister was anything but humble; he was surprised that she admitted he was better than her at something. His heartrate sped up as his mind struggled to make sense of this bit of news. She had been the one to reach out to him after years of silence on his end, but did that mean she wasn't upset? He didn't know his sister well enough to know that answer. They were never all that close growing up. "Thank you," he said graciously, bowing his head. "I wouldn't know," he replied to him saying she wasn't half bad. "But she has always been gifted." Silence hung in the air for a few moments as Michael tried to figure out what to say next. He didn't have enough information. When it was starting to get awkward, he realized he just needed to get to the point. "Is she - do you know if she's doing okay?"
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