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Post by Jean V. L. L. de Lafayette IV on Mar 11, 2018 0:38:45 GMT
It would really help if, when marking essays, you could remember the topic you'd decided to set, Jean realised as he read yet another introduction that told him nothing.
It would also help if, when assigning essays, you didn't leave them all for several weeks to mark before realising that, merde, oui, you really should probably mark all these and hand them back, and then end up piling all classes and years together and just picking at random as you finished each one.
To be honest, he couldn't really blame the kids right now for his confusion. This one was on him.
It was a Friday evening and he was here for the long-haul. He really wanted to get as much of these done this evening as possible so he could have his weekend to do... something. Not marking. Not lesson planning. Some 'me time'.
His prosthetic leg (Larry, he liked to call it) had been removed for comfort long much earlier. It stood upright next to the sofa Jean reclined on, pretty much propping up the tower of scrolls he'd built. Jean himself was sat upside down, back against the seat of the sofa and thighs against the back cushion. His left calf rested along the point where his right leg ended, his foot tapping occasionally against the nothingness in time with whichever tune ran through his head at that particular moment.
He let out a long sigh as he realised this essay wasn't just the length of the open scroll - the student had also written along the back of the parchment, and they had tiny writing. Thoughts idly went to the drinking game pinned to the notice board of the staff room, mais non, he was alone, and there was nothing sadder than doing a solo drinking game - even if it was 5 o'clock somewhere (hell, it was past 5 o'clock here anyway).
Jean wrote a comment at the edge of a particularly oddly phrased paragraph. He knew what the child meant but that was not what they'd said. Another professor would have been less forgiving, but he wasn't going to drop any serious marks for the slip-up.
He briefly heard the sounds of a bustling corridor as someone entered the room, "Bonsoir," he called out in the general direction of the door, "Are we on actual stress-relief tonight or just general 'Thank Fuck Its Friday'-ness?"
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Post by Ezra A. Morris on Apr 25, 2018 16:15:23 GMT
It was Friday night. There would have been a time in Ezra Morris' life that this meant something significant - specifically, as a time to go out. To party. To see friends and to drink inappropriate amounts of alcohol. To flirt with cute men and dance until the sun was coming up on the following Saturday morning, after which he'd find himself in a complete stranger's apartment after having learned their entire life story over a few wine soaked hours and ended up with a new best friend. But Ezra was in his forties now - he was a Professor and had responsibilities. He was mature. Quiet nights in with cups of tea was his usual, and he was quite content with that.
Except that all of the above was in fact, bullshit. What did you take him for? He wouldn't usually be caught dead in the castle on a Friday night when he could be out having fun. Like - are you kidding? Puh! If you had to know, he was actually weeping on the inside over the fact that he was spending the in the castle, when Hogsmeade was calling for him longingly and there were alcoholic beverages out there with his name on them. Alas, the drinks with his name on them had tempted him too many times recently and now he was behind with his work like an absolute amateur. It was fine - Ezra was basically a professional bullshitter at this point and this sort of situation just came with the territory - having to cover up past mistakes at the very last minute, that is. So he'd mostly resigned himself to his fate by the time he'd reached the Hogwarts Staff Room.
Ezra felt relief flood through his body when he heard another voice calling out to him when he entered the room - and then felt another wave of relief flush through him when he recognised the french accent. Clutching his pile of scrolls against his chest, what had been a gentle stroll morphed into a dramatic strut as he walked over to his colleague. Putting an over-exaggerated french accent of his own, Ezra began, "Oh Jean - my darling. I am, how you say - fucked?" He grinned and dropped down into a seat unceremoniously, and went back to his normal voice. "Try not to pass out from the shock of seeing me here on a Friday - your eyes do not deceive you." He dumped the scrolls out in front of him. "I'm just very, very behind."
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Friday night in the teacher's lounge: the time and place that all students wanted to know about the most. At least, it was when he was at Hogwarts. Actually being in it as a professor meant you now knew all the secrets, and they... were not interesting. People were either talking about annoying students ("If I have to spell out Aurora Borealis to Felix one more time") or marking said annoying students work ("AURORA HAS TWO R'S NOT FOUR"). Very rarely did they have a few drinks. Well, depending on the week it might not have been that rare. Or less than a few. Depended on who was around.
With Astronomy currently being scheduled for night classes, Finn had been getting to bed later and subsequently waking up later, so whilst other professors were winding down for the day, he was ramping himself up. He'd nearly marked everyone's work for the class he was going to give, still behind on the others but he'd get to that when he had the chance, and was rewarding himself with a large mug of coffee. He was still marking one last scroll with one hand whilst the other moved his wand to make the coffee for him, so by the time he was finished with one he could finish with the other. Then it'd still be a reward and not a bribe.
Finishing off both tasks and letting his large hands envelope the small mug, since he knew he'd be providing more for the students later on, the professor heard some fellow staff members complaining about still being on campus at this time on a Friday night. Normally he'd be complaining alongside them if he was around at this time with no other reason than catching up on work, but since he hadn't technically started for the day yet he couldn't quite join on their trail of complaining but at least toss his own opinion into the hat.
"At least you two are finished for the day," he joined in, leaning against a door frame as to not make himself too comforable. "Couple more hours and I've got my last class of the week. Planetariums exist for this sole reason."
Post by Jean V. L. L. de Lafayette IV on Jun 19, 2018 14:56:27 GMT
Lafayette couldn't help but grin when Ezra walked in. There was something about the man's swagger that always lightened a room, and when he heard the fake French accent he was sporting? MDR, the guy really got him, "Excellent, I'm glad we're in the same boat together, mon ami."
He pretended to move to make room for his companion to sit down, but in reality all he did was shift his ass slightly and tilt his head to the side to look up at him. He stretched his full leg up to give his stump a slight rest from the pressure as he took a slight pause from the essay he was currently marking - the handwriting on this one was huge, clearly to make up the inches, but he really didn't give a toss. It meant less words to wade through, so if anything he actually appreciated it on this occasion.
He let out a big sigh as he picked up the next paper. Chicken scratch handwriting - barely legible. Merde, why did he ever decide to teach?
"I think," he started, out into the ether, "It might be time for wine..." He reached over to pull his wand out from inside his fake leg, summoning the paper pinned to the noticedboard that held their list of rules for their marking drinking game, "I must be up to five drinks already, easily."
Lafayette leant his head back further as another voice entered the conversation, his hair now practically touching the floor as he still sat upside down - and winced as the astronomy professor pointed out his day hadn't even started yet, "This is true monsieur - how you function constantly as practically nocturnal I cannot even comprehend." He shook his head is dismay, he could barely keep up with his workload with normal sleeping hours - he'd never manage it without some sort of structure in place, "Still, can we not persuade you into even one tipple with us?
He considered his own question for a second, it was technically morning for Finn at this point, after all, so wine may not be his ideal, "Bucks fizz? A bloody mary!? Brunch drinks seem more apt for the start of your day..."
"... I'll let you drink out of my leg?"
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Post by Ezra A. Morris on Jun 26, 2018 14:14:09 GMT
There had been part of Ezra that had been a little nervous when he'd first accepted the job offer for Hogwarts all those years ago. Well - Ezra didn't really get nervous - he supposed what he meant was that he'd been a little apprehensive. He was very aware that he was not exactly 'Professor material' and frankly he wasn't really sure how well he was going to do fitting back in to an academic environment. Part of what he'd loved about his last jobs was the people he was spending his time with, and the kind of relaxed atmosphere that they'd created for themselves, and there was something about throwing himself back into the rigid structures of not only academia but with kids constantly around to monitor and take care of...he honestly wasn't sure whether he would take to it as much as he had with his previous jobs. Like, it's not like he'd applied be cause he'd genuinely always wanted to be a teacher - he'd applied because he wanted to prove a point, and also spite someone who he didn't like and had died years ago so would never actually see the result of it.
So yeah, Ezra didn't often think things through before doing them.
Still, he'd been incredibly lucky. The fact was he had taken to the job and everything it entailed like a duck to water, and he genuinely enjoyed being around the kids all the time and helping them realise his potential. And who knew that teachers could actually be just as tragic and messy as the teenagers they were teaching? Something about being a kid in school made it seem like all his professors had their lives together and were truly adult, but being a part of the staff felt like anything but; that staff room door hid so much. Like, for example, that they also got behind on all their work and had to pull ridiculous stunts to get it done to a suitable standard in a certain amount of time. At least they had alcohol to get them through though - well, legally, they had alcohol, because the kids almost likely did have drinks. But he supposed that things being legal took some of the fun out of it? You win some, you lose some.
"We're always in the same boat, honey," Ezra said, spreading out loads of the scrolls in an attempt to organise them into some sort of order. "I'd be more worried if one of us were on track, because it would mean something was dreadfully wrong with the other." And as Lafayette brought out his beloved wine, Ezra summoned his goblet from the cupboard it was residing in and floated it near Lafayette suggestively. "Pour one out for me dear - I'm sure I'll be needing a drink sooner rather than later. I love my third years, I do, but my God do they test me."
And Ezra could only nod when Lafayette was trying to tempt Finn into joining them. "I can neither confirm nor deny whether being drunk while teaching is a good thing or not, but I do think it would be a lot funnier if you were," he said, nodding his head vigorously. "Just please promise not to fall off the side of the Tower, because I don't want to be implicated in that. However - I do want to be implicated with Bloody Mary's." He gasped, and gripped Lafayette. "We could make it a late brunch! Marking during a brunch is perfectly acceptable. As they say, it's always 11am somewhere." But he turned to Finn with a look. "Don't let him trick you into drinking out of the leg though - I swear it somehow gets stronger just for being in there. It's dangerous."
Camaraderie between staff members was something Finn thought he was going to struggle with at first, since he didn't remember seeing any of the teachers back when he was a student at Hogwarts talk about anything other than work, or maybe passing on behavioural information, but it was almost like just hanging out with friends when he stepped into the staff room. Mainly with Ezra and Jean, but there were a few others he got on with as well. It was difficult for the three of them to get together at this time of year, as his entire sleep schedule was getting fucked about with because of certain phases of the moon or positioning of the stars that he wanted his pupils to see first hand. Yes, he complained about planatariums being a thing just a moment ago, but in reality he did prefer the real thing. "It's a sacrifice," he chuckled, idly rubbing at a part of his head that seemed to disagree and want to sleep. He drowned it out with coffee.
"I think the last time I saw someone drink out of your leg I didn't see them for a week," the man chuckled, taking another sip of the bitter, almost black coffee in his hands and raising his eyebrow at Ezra. That man was on the same wavelength as him, that was for sure. Still, with both of them going on about bloody marys, he thought it was about bloody time that he got to enjoy some Friday Festivities for once. It wasn't like he was going to down an entire bottle of fire whiskey before being held responsible for a group of teenagers for three hours. One drink couldn't help.
Post by Jean V. L. L. de Lafayette IV on Aug 2, 2019 0:24:07 GMT
Jean could always trust Ezra to be immediately on board with a drinking plan. It was one of the things he loved about the man - and one of the main reasons they'd been able to easily cross the bridge from 'colleagues' to 'friends' so early on in his Hogwarts career. He grinned easily as he wordlessly handed a bottle of wine over to the potions professor - an action which allowed two things. One: him to awkwardly maneuver himself into some-sort of upright position (drinking upside down was not easy even with magic) and two: Ezra to pour his own fucking glass.
Once he was leaning against the arm of the sofa facing his drinking buddy, his leg on the floor and his stump resting on a cushion, Jean made a grabby hand motion back towards the bottle. If they were doing The Game he already owed himself a few gulps.
"That's because my leg is lined with cocaine," he grinned, grading the scroll he'd just finished reading with a flourish and starting to roll it up before he added it to la pile finie and grabbed the next one, "But, oui, brunch. I missed dinner, and you need to line your stomach before facing les enfants - lets have the house elves bring some food up." Jean was actually quite excited by the concept. Brunch wasn't really a Thing in France growing up and despite his time in America and now in Britain it was still a bit of a novelty. And one he enjoyed profusely.
He did turn to Ezra then, though, "You, however...," he started as he help up his bottle to toast, "Tchin tchin!"
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