Post by TESLA FORD FARADAY on Dec 6, 2016 16:21:22 GMT -6
Without worrying too much, Tesla had filled out a bunch of boring paperwork. Without too much trouble, he was pretty sure that this would be okay. Maybe he could go ahead and win over his head of house? She had to like him, right? He was a prefect. He was captain of the Ravenclaw team. He did as much as he could in order to make sure that he worked well with his jobs. He wanted to spend more time at the school, but he was going to graduate soon. Then he'd have to figure something else out.
Slapping his grades down on Professor James's desk, he grinned at her. And he happily looked at her. "Hey Professor James! Are you ready to look into the future?" It was the best question he'd ever asked anyone ever.
tag: @caitlinjames notes: past grades : Ancient Runes - D Astronomy - EE Care of Magical Creatures - O Charms - A Dark Arts Theory - A Divination - P Healing - EE History of Magic - D Muggle Studies - O Potions - T Transfiguration - EE
Post by caitlinjames on Dec 7, 2016 3:00:51 GMT -6
With a magnificent smile, Caitlin James watched one of her students enter her office and remained quiet because he was walking with such determination and purpose that he simply had to have the floor all to himself before she could even open her mouth. When he slammed his paperwork down, she followed it but looked back up at Tesla almost immediately.
"The future, Mr. Faraday?" she said lightly, quite noticeably resisting the urge to chuckle. Tesla was always so full of life and passion that it was hard not to be delighted around him; it was partly why Caitlin had pushed for his becoming a prefect, despite his academic reputation. She looked down and lifted the paperwork into her hands, immediately looking for his marks.
The professor worked very hard to keep the smile on her face, despite her disappointment.
"I'm delighted you've passed my class, Mr. Faraday." Caitlin lowered the papers and looked up at the student. "In fact, you've done remarkably well in many of your classes--an Acceptable in Dark Arts Theory? Outstandings in Care of Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies? Talk to me about your classes, Mr. Faraday." Professor James set the paperwork down and clasped her hands together to show that he had her undivided attention.
Post by TESLA FORD FARADAY on Dec 10, 2016 5:07:53 GMT -6
On an average day, Tesla lost his prefect badge about six times. Some of the time, it was on his roommate's cat. Other times he had no idea where it went. It just sorta vanished. Despite this, his badge had never been taken away from him. And Professor James seemed to still like him as a person. "Yes. Life outside of Hogwarts." His head bobbled up and down, as if he was one of those toys. Really, Tesla couldn't think of what they were called, other then the fact that their heads bobbled.
"I failed a lot." He blew up his potion when it came time for his O.W.L. Now Professor Redgrave wouldn't even let him into the class. As far as he knew, he was one of the few Ravenclaws who ever seemed to fail anything. All of his friends were always acing everything and highfiving. It was like a movie.
But the truth was, he didn't have it in him to sit still. "I have trouble in classes where I have to stay still. I've been doing okay in the classes where you guys let me move." Sometimes professors just sort of ignored it when he got up to move around. He had to or else he lost it.
Post by caitlinjames on Dec 13, 2016 15:35:23 GMT -6
Caitlin nodded slowly to acknowledge Tesla's words. He wasn't a dumb boy; he knew what he wanted, but he tried so hard to please other people that sometimes he focused on too much at once. The professor believed very much in his potential, so she tried to guide him, albeit usually in vain.
"You're entering the last years of your education at Hogwarts," she said, assuming he passed his N.E.W.T. exams. "Why do you have trouble in classes where you have to stay still? Quidditch always on the brain?" More probably he was great at Quidditch because of his behavior, always on the move, always active, always ready to tackle something. There was also a certain bit of strategy involved in Quidditch that Caitlin wasn't sure Tesla applied (or could apply) to some of his classes.
Post by TESLA FORD FARADAY on Dec 18, 2016 21:37:17 GMT -6
"I love Quidditch. It make me feel better." There were no wrong answers in Quidditch. He felt better in the air then almost anywhere else. He was a better athlete then he was for being an actual student. "But I know I don't wanna quit going to class and stuff. So can't you just figure it all out?" There was also the fact that he might need to do other things at all.
"What if I get really hurt as a Quidditch player. Then I will have to become a hobo and I don't want that." Why would he become a hobo? He didn't like that idea at all.
Post by caitlinjames on Dec 31, 2016 23:18:21 GMT -6
"What exactly am I figuring out, Mr. Faraday?" Caitlin asked a bit sternly, but her raised eyebrow and soft smile did not suggest that she was at all upset. "I'm here to help you figure it out, not for me to do all the work. I'm not the one who's going to live your future."
After a moment, Caitlin reached into a drawer of her desk and pulled out a small tin of small chocolates. "Please, help yourself, Mr. Faraday." She set it on the desk closer to the student. "Why does Quidditch make you feel better?"
Post by TESLA FORD FARADAY on Feb 20, 2017 18:42:58 GMT -6
"You're like the smartest person I know. And sometimes when we talk, my brain feels smarter. And then I know stuff." As if that explained things. It was true that Professor James was about the smartest and nicest person he knew. He fully loved having her as his head of house. Sure, when they talked it was her helping him figure out what to do with his life. But the way it happened, sometimes he felt like she knew more about the future then she was letting on.
He didn't have to be asked twice about the chocolate, though. And with zero hesitation, he popped one in his mouth. "Because I'm good at it. But I feel free in the air. It's one of the few times people don't look at me like I'm a hindrance." He was only 50% sure he used that word right. There were reasons Gabe was by far his best friend and it would mostly have to do with the fact that Gabe never treated him like he was the reason their grades were pulled down when they worked together. Even if Tesla somehow set their essays on fire, Gabe didn't resent him out loud.
Post by caitlinjames on Feb 20, 2017 21:51:17 GMT -6
Caitlin smiled bashfully. Unsure of how to reply, she decided not to say anything yet. She had questions for Tesla, but there were still other topics being discussed first, such as Tesla's love for Quidditch, so that would take the first priority. She was pleased (but also not surprised) when he accepted the chocolates. Hopefully they would keep him relaxed during their meeting.
"Why do you usually feel that you're a hindrance?" the professor asked. She could understand having a passion that really gave life an ultimate meaning, but she didn't constantly feel like a hindrance to anyone--only sometimes, and in rare circumstances.
Post by TESLA FORD FARADAY on May 13, 2017 0:34:04 GMT -6
"I'm not a good wizard." Despite being a Ravenclaw, Tesla wasn't good at magic. He tried to do good things, but it just never worked out for him. Instead he got confused with all of the different spells. "I failed almost everything. I'll probably always fail everything." He was a good person but he just couldn't do magic well. Earning a living was going to be impossible without Quidditch.
Post by caitlinjames on May 14, 2017 15:27:28 GMT -6
Caitlin frowned, thoughtful. This was difficult. She wondered, albeit a bit regretfully, why the Hat had chosen Ravenclaw for Tesla. He had seemed so bright and full of promise when he first arrived at Hogwarts, but he had succumb to pressure and neglected to find a routine that would benefit his education. She, too, had neglected to help him accomplish as much.
"Tesla, can I share a secret with you?" Caitlin asked gently, back to smiling brightly. What she planned to tell him was hardly a secret, but it also wasn't something she talked about.