The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - will you be a quidditch pro or maybe a prefect? The year is now 2021, and now it's time for the next generation to make their mark. The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - and that is where the fun begins.
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Magicians were supposed to be kids who had an unhealthy obsession with hiding cards in various orafices just to fling them at people who were clearly blind. There was no conceivable method that would consistently result in materialising three-dimentional objects, and even if it was possible it would need much more than a flick of the wrist to make happen. Finn's parents told the facts of life to him straight: Santa and the Tooth Fairy weren't real, blowing out all the candles on your birthday cake won't grant wishes, and magic wasn't real. For eleven years, he believed it all. They always showed him why they weren't real, or what the truth was behind a very popular myth, but just as his father was cutting into the birthday cake Finn's mother had made for him,the doorbell rang and changed everything.
"I would like to say that there has only been one thing that was false in your parent's teaching of all of these years," Finn remembered the old man smiling behind a thick moustache. "Magic is real, and you have access to that gift."
It had taken 4 hours of both parents going through the five stages of grief in turn: denial came in the form of laughter and a door to the face of the man; anger was opening it back up as he rang the doorbell again and shouting about his false claims; bargaining came as he pushed the both of them back with an invisible force at the flick of a wand; depression as they slowly watched their son become more and more entranced with the letter in his hands and the words the man spoke; and finally acceptance, as they allowed him to go to Hogwarts.
The only one who would remember that old man's words would be Finn.
sometimes your partner’s job is just... something
Even with magic completely taking over his life from that moment on, the one thing that Finn could still fall back on were the stars. None of the trash that he had to be forced to sit through in Divination about looking too hard at the leftover bits of your poorly brewed tea, but actual Astronomy. As a Ravenclaw, it was easy for him to get the best views of the clear skies above the whole campus, and those tiny pins of light that were physical, tangible objects kept him grounded; ironic, if nothing else. Even though he knew magic was real, and he was even able to use it, they didn't teach how the magic was created within in the body, if that's even where it came from. Where was the physics behind Wingardium Leviosa? How could biology explain how Brackium Emendo sped up the natural healing process? At least with Astronomy, he still had something tying him to his parents.
Since he couldn't take his magic to muggle scientists, he tried multiple experiments of his own: how fractured could a bone be before it could no longer be fixed (gave up after breaking his arm twice in 12 weeks and couldn't take the pain anymore); what's the highest a broom could fly (banned from broomsticks for a term after repeatedly trying to break the magical ceiling the school had for their lessons); how long could he hold his breath whilst using Protego Totalum (stopped when he had to move to another place during the midst of the Battle of Hogwarts); was writing using a ballpoint pen or a quill faster (had to resit one of his NEWTs for timewasting).
that row of pupils is a battleship
Teaching was always something Finn wanted to do, but he had never imagined working in Hogwarts. With his Outstanding in Astronomy and Acceptables in pretty much everything else, it wasn't like he was going to become an Auror any time soon. He took a year out from magical society, trying to earn some muggle qualifications to land himself a job in observational astronomy, but kept on getting small reminders of the world he'd left behind. The one that made him return to the world that had captivated and devestated him for his adolecent years was a simple invitation from a then 6th year Ravenclaw, asking for his help with some homework. When one of the professors found Finn in the Ravenclaw common room explaining the difference between black holes and worm holes to a group of no less than thirty students, he couldn't exactly let him go.
Finn shadowed the Astronomy professor for four years, taking him to a more appropriate age for teaching the younger students. At 23, he taught first through third years, and added a year on to his repitoir with each year he stayed. At 27, the old professor retired and he took over the classes for good. The first years that had grown with him always stayed with him, and keeps a rather sentimental picture of them under a meteor shower in his office. Some of them may have not taken his class at NEWT level, but they had all agreed to get back together for his sake.
The proffessor's lessons always have a range of warm drinks: hot chocolate, coffee, tea, de-caffinated versions of both... the list went on, and the students were always appreciative. His style of teaching always seemed to be mainly anecdotal, with bits of learning squirted on top like a swirl of whipped cream atop their relaxing drinks. His favourite compliments after passing out their grades was "I didn't even realise he was teaching me things, I just kind of knew it!"
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