Post by Arthur Wyndham on Aug 26, 2009 18:35:02 GMT -5
It was midmorning again and Wyndham stifled a yawn as he entered his potion's classroom. Unlike the last time, he was the first one in the classroom. Somehow he had even managed to rouse himself before his usual noon wake up. He flicked his wand and the wards he had set up to deter a choice few people disappeared, and the torches along the wall lit up, brightening the room considerably.
Truth be told, Wyndham was a man who cared about appearances. And the first impression he had given to his class wasn't exactly good. After his first class, he had discovered that he wanted them to admire him. He wanted to be the cool teacher, the one they came to in order to get out of trouble or the one who would help them make things explode. He had never been a stickler for rules during his own student days. In fact, he had gone out of his way to break a few. It was only fair that he help some of them do the same.
So he went about setting up for class. At the large supplies table in front of the room he stacked up cages filled with loudly croaking toads, the bottles of potions turned in by the students during his last class, and bottles of stock potion which he had made earlier. Merlin help him, he had even prepared for class.
Finding that he had finished everything, he went to his desk and leaned back on it, crossing his arms casually. He had discarded the idea of dressing like a teacher after the last class as well. Wyndham found that he reminded himself of his own overgrown-bat Potions Master when he walked around the dungeons wearing a long black robe. Instead, he opted to wear clothing which he knew he looked good in. Today he wore dark jeans and his favorite gray polo with the collar popped up. He looked like a seventh year student waiting for the teacher to show up. So he waited, ready to shoot the first person who walked through that door with his famous smug smile.DERP!
Truth be told, Wyndham was a man who cared about appearances. And the first impression he had given to his class wasn't exactly good. After his first class, he had discovered that he wanted them to admire him. He wanted to be the cool teacher, the one they came to in order to get out of trouble or the one who would help them make things explode. He had never been a stickler for rules during his own student days. In fact, he had gone out of his way to break a few. It was only fair that he help some of them do the same.
So he went about setting up for class. At the large supplies table in front of the room he stacked up cages filled with loudly croaking toads, the bottles of potions turned in by the students during his last class, and bottles of stock potion which he had made earlier. Merlin help him, he had even prepared for class.
Finding that he had finished everything, he went to his desk and leaned back on it, crossing his arms casually. He had discarded the idea of dressing like a teacher after the last class as well. Wyndham found that he reminded himself of his own overgrown-bat Potions Master when he walked around the dungeons wearing a long black robe. Instead, he opted to wear clothing which he knew he looked good in. Today he wore dark jeans and his favorite gray polo with the collar popped up. He looked like a seventh year student waiting for the teacher to show up. So he waited, ready to shoot the first person who walked through that door with his famous smug smile.DERP!