Perhaps without the addition of the eagle -- we've no shortage of rocky cliffside, but chaining the poor bugger up there every day would be tedious work.
[ And that's all that he cares to say of that; too much told already, it sets his mind spinning back to old patterns better left unexamined. To remove that separation inevitably means redefining the hierarchy. For all his dull, blunt aims, Gellert was correct in that assessment. No wall ever comes down quietly.
Education, as ever, makes for fine distraction. He's heard stranger names than Davesprite, but granted, they are few. Albus waggles his own eyebrows in brief response. He's no stones to throw on the count of odd monikers. ]
I should be gravely shocked, Miss Carnahan, that you ever took anything less than the full joy of long, stuffy afternoons spent over sentence diagrams. At the risk of morbidity, may I ask whether you have ever had the opportunity to see a modern embalmer at their work? For all the grief inherent the profession, you might find fascination in the contrast of old ways and new. I rather doubt there are any in Asgard, but perhaps when you return home. I know that medical and anatomical professions are less common among women of the non-magical world, but if it interests you, there's no harm in the observation.
Ah, no, I'm afraid that was only a bit of cover for a colleague; I am the most junior staff member, and our head hates paying for outside substitutions, so I do a deal of the work when it's called for.
Primarily, I teach magic itself. Transfiguration, which encompasses spells of change. Toads into teacups, vanishing an object, expanding an interior space, all that manner of thing. In truth, every spell is transfigurative at its most basic level, but the broad, practical manipulations of energy are generally what's covered in class. I do a bit of theory with those seventh-years who express interest, but it's a rare thing. By that point in the semester, they're usually all chomping at the bit to graduate, learning be damned.
I can sympathize, summer brings out the stir-craze in all of us.
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[ And that's all that he cares to say of that; too much told already, it sets his mind spinning back to old patterns better left unexamined. To remove that separation inevitably means redefining the hierarchy. For all his dull, blunt aims, Gellert was correct in that assessment. No wall ever comes down quietly.
Education, as ever, makes for fine distraction. He's heard stranger names than Davesprite, but granted, they are few. Albus waggles his own eyebrows in brief response. He's no stones to throw on the count of odd monikers. ]
I should be gravely shocked, Miss Carnahan, that you ever took anything less than the full joy of long, stuffy afternoons spent over sentence diagrams. At the risk of morbidity, may I ask whether you have ever had the opportunity to see a modern embalmer at their work? For all the grief inherent the profession, you might find fascination in the contrast of old ways and new. I rather doubt there are any in Asgard, but perhaps when you return home. I know that medical and anatomical professions are less common among women of the non-magical world, but if it interests you, there's no harm in the observation.
Ah, no, I'm afraid that was only a bit of cover for a colleague; I am the most junior staff member, and our head hates paying for outside substitutions, so I do a deal of the work when it's called for.
Primarily, I teach magic itself. Transfiguration, which encompasses spells of change. Toads into teacups, vanishing an object, expanding an interior space, all that manner of thing. In truth, every spell is transfigurative at its most basic level, but the broad, practical manipulations of energy are generally what's covered in class. I do a bit of theory with those seventh-years who express interest, but it's a rare thing. By that point in the semester, they're usually all chomping at the bit to graduate, learning be damned.
I can sympathize, summer brings out the stir-craze in all of us.