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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 30, 2011 16:48:24 GMT
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Post by phlob on Dec 30, 2011 17:16:24 GMT
Hugo stumbled down the second floor corridor towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom where he was sure a very unimpressed Professor McKinney would be waiting for him. After all the detentions with him in the past, it was a surprise that Hugo hadn't learnt his lesson of being late. He looked at his watch and the hands ticked to quarter past five, twenty minutes later than the time he was meant to arrive. Hugo really didn't know how this happened every time. He knew that his punctuality had never been good but it seemed that every detention he had he was at least five minutes later than before.
Eventually reaching the DADA classroom that Hugo had visited a lot more than he perhaps should do outside of lessons, he knocked slowly on the door and cautiously entered. He half expected to be killed on the spot because of his lateness but instead found the professor with his feet up on the desk and his hands behind his head, an unreadable expression on his face. Hugo then spotted the pieces of parchement scattered on the desk with his own messy handwriting scrawled across them. Here we go again Hugo thought, taking a seat in the chair opposite McKinney for what seemed like the hundredth time.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 30, 2011 17:52:58 GMT
[/i]! Did you just make up the whole page or were there some miraculous new forms of defensive spells invented recently that only you've discovered?" Brent said sternly, glaring a little and folding his arms over his chest. He collected up all of Hugo's work from the previous term and handed them to him. "I want it re-done." he snapped, "All of it, no excuses. That'll be your homework until the end of term, understand?" Brent was angry but also worried for Hugo who would never pass any exams if he carried on like this. "Are you handing in work like this to your other professors, Mr Weasley?" he asked, his tone slightly more gentle as he frowned at him.[/color][/font][/ul] |
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Post by phlob on Dec 30, 2011 18:19:53 GMT
Professor McKinney looked at Hugo across his desk, looking pretty annoyed. "What a surprise, late again, Mr Weasley."
Hugo didn't say anything but instead avoided the teacher's gaze. McKinney picked up Hugo's work and sighed, feet returning to the floor. He held out a piece of work Hugo had done a few days ago in front of him. Hugo saw how bad it really was and felt his face heat up. When the Professor told him to re-do all of his DADA work, he immediately regretted not taking more care over it. Now he'd probably be stuck in the Common room for hours on end when he could be outside with his friends.
When Hugo was dismissed, a pile of his own parchment in his arms, he left silently. He could't help but feel ashamed that he was doing so badly. It wasn't just DADA though, the work he handed in for other classes was of a similar standard.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 30, 2011 23:02:27 GMT
[/i] was talking instead of getting on with their work. When Brent took a closer look at Hugo he saw how ashamed and embarrassed he seemed to be feeling and let out a sigh. "Hey, I know I may not be your favourite teacher but if there's ever anything bothering you, my door is always open. That's if you don't go to Professor Blackwood seeing as he's your head of house." Brent's voice turned sour at the mention of his fellow professor, practically the whole school seemed to know of their disliking for eachother.[/color][/font][/ul] |
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Post by phlob on Dec 30, 2011 23:44:57 GMT
Hugo wandered back to the Hufflepuff common room, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's words still lingering in his mind. He knew it wasn't likely that he'd be going back other than for lessons or, hopefully not, detentions. Talking to his head of house wasn't a possibility either. Hugo could sort out his own problems, even if it meant working so hard it hurt. His future exams weren't going to pass themselves.
Once Hugo had found a seat in a quiet corner of the common rooom, away from other people, he took the top piece of parchement off the pile of failed homework. He also pulled out his DADA book which he set on the table in front of him. This was probably the first time he'd ever been able to concentrate on just his schoolwork and not the latest Weasley's Wizard Wheezes product or Quidditch or-I wonder what the others are doing right now? Well, already he was distracted and he'd not even picked up his quill. This was going to be a long term.
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