Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 19:22:16 GMT
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 AND WHEN THE NIGHT IS CLOUDY there is still a light that shines on me Sam whistled to himself as he tidied his classroom. It was a jaunty tune, and one that put a spring in his step as he waved his wand to wipe away the words from the chalkboard and moved around his desk. It was the end of the day, and he had just sent his last class out the door to wreak havoc on the rest of the castle. They were only first years, but boy could they cause chaos when they weren't kept on a tight leash. His lesson had incorporated a bit of levitation, along with some weather charms, and it had gone well, considering none of the kids had the foggiest idea what they were doing. They were all completely winging it, and some of the results were hilarious. He'd taken them out into the corridor to try a rain spell, not wanting to soak his classroom, and currently there were twelve umbrellas floating up on the ceiling out there. One of them had a rain cloud still rumbling rain and thunder into the upturned brolly, and Sam paused in the classroom doorway to glance up at it, his whistling slowing to something more melodramatic. He needed to fix that. Peering behind him to make sure his room was as neat as it needed to be - he was no neat freak, it passed the inspection easily - he stepped out into the hallway. "Excuse me. Excuse me," he said loudly and pleasantly as he ushered students to one side of the hall as they passed through, giving them a nice little niche to walk in that left the majority of the corridor clear for him to do a bit of magic without taking anyone's eye out. Picking up his cheery tune again, his wand arm went to work, swishing and flicking this way and that, umbrellas gliding down to the ground, shutting themselves with whooshes and pops and lining themselves up against the wall of the charms classroom. He left the thunderous one for last, hopping over a puddle on the floor to pause directly underneath it and look up with a curled lip. How to get the thing down without causing a small flood. "You know it's bad luck to open umbrellas indoors," one third year boy piped up as he passed. "You know it's bad luck to give cheek to a Charms master in motion," he clapped back, giving the boy a dark look. "Move along the bus Codpiece." He made a shooing motion with his hands, ignoring the boy's mumbled protest. "It's Codmore." Sam rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Shoo." His focus returned skyward, and he scratched at his head, deciding to just go for it and clean the spillage up later. His arms moved effortlessly as he cast the spell he needed to free the umbrella and make the rain cloud vanish, and he closed his eyes as the water that had pooled in the brolly tipped right onto his head, soaking him with icy artificial rain. He blew water from his lips, clothes stuck to him, and cleared his throat. "So glad it's the end of the day," he muttered to himself. ________________________________________________________ tag: open | words: 554 | notes: beep |
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