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Post by Hugh Vanauken on Nov 14, 2009 18:03:45 GMT -5
Title: Charity Case
Characters Involved: Hugh, Charity
Plot: Hugh might be dying and Charity has a favor to ask.
As skeptical as he was about this whole "teaching" thing, Hugh actually took his responsibilities to his students very seriously and when he promised graded papers, graded papers they would have. So what if he was feeling a little under the weather? He'd survived worse certainly. Acromantula, vampires, ghouls... A touch of the flu wasn't enough to put Hugh Vanauken out of commission.
He had tried to finish the grading in his chambers but the combination of warm crackling fire and his lovely bed only feet away had proved to be a very distracting combination. Hugh had managed to get through one essay (which he'd done a horrible job with), and part of a second before he decided a change of scenery was necessary. After grabbing a few handkerchiefs, some quills, and his favorite red ink, Hugh packed up the papers in a duffel bag and made his way down to the staff lounge bundled up in several afghans.
So here he sat, nose running, body aching and wishing that the acromantula last spring had finished him off. At least the papers would be graded.
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Post by Charity Burbage on Nov 14, 2009 22:23:41 GMT -5
Very few people ever came to extra credit Muggle Studies, but Charity enjoyed the classes profusely. Usually they would watch a movie, or listen to records, and it was a very loose and friendly hour. Most of the students were Hufflepuffs, often looking to brown nose, but Charity didn't mind. She enjoyed whatever they were doing, so it was never an inconvenience. This evening, they had watched highlights from the 1966 World Cup, and it had inspired many interesting questions, and from that, Charity deduced they wanted to know more. Of course, when it came to football, Charity only knew what she watched on the television, or what she learned from Muggle newspapers. If she wanted to teach the Hufflepuffs all about Muggles, they would have to delve into the important issue of Muggle relationships with sporting events.
If she was going to actually go through with this, she needed help. She needed someone who understood the Craft. The only person she could think of was Professor Vanauken, who often wore various football scarves. Surely he had some knowledge of the sport itself. Luckily, he was in the very first place she looked, grading papers in the staff lounge.
"Oh good, Hugh!" she said, always being on first name basis with professors, and usually annoying them in the process, "Hugh, just the person I wanted to talk to. How are you, Hugh? Ha, 'Hugh, you'..."
Needless to say, asking favors made her nervous.
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Post by Hugh Vanauken on Nov 14, 2009 23:46:58 GMT -5
"Hinkypunks, also known as Will-o'-the-wisps, are often found in the marshes and bogs of northern Europe. Contrery to popular beli-"
Wait. That wasn't how you spelled contrary, was it? Hugh read the word again... and then again. He sat with his quill hovering over the word in question and pondered the dilemma. As he sat in thought his mouth fell open slightly and a glassy look came over his features. This combined with his afghans and many handkerchiefs made no effort to hide the fact that he was quite sick. As he sniffled somewhat pathetically, Hugh couldn't help but wonder if his mind was going too. He was a rather intelligent fellow, and he certainly had known how to spell contrary last week. Hadn't he?
Suddenly Charity Burbage, the Muggle Studies professor, bustled into the lounge and began speaking to him. Her exclamation of "Oh good, Hugh," nearly made him upset his pot of ink with his violent start. He hadn't expected to see anyone else that evening, never mind speak with them.
"Oh, hullo Charity. How am I? Well, ah. A bit under the weather it seems. Nothing too serious I should think. Just a..."
Without warning Hugh stopped in mid sentence and his nose began to twitch slightly. The sneeze was building with alarming speed, and if he didn't find one of those handkerchiefs soon he would have to use his hand and that would be a horrible thing to do in front of a lady. Especially one as pleasant and pretty as Charity. At the last second he managed to find one and let out a sneeze so loud and forceful that it echoed off the high rafters and nearly threw him out of his chair.
After wiping his eyes a bit Hugh gave a weak smile and said, "Ah, it might be a bit worse than I'd thought. No matter though. What can I do for you?"
He managed to get the last syllable out before he began coughing again. Really, how embarrassing.
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Post by Charity Burbage on Nov 15, 2009 1:16:02 GMT -5
Charity's friendly expression immediately melted away into concern: he was clearly unwell. Not only did this mean he might not be able to help her, but he was also pretty pathetic looking, which was never something Charity could bear.
"You look awful," she said sadly, and then backtracking: "Well, that is to say, you look like you feel awful. Have you gone to Poppy yet? You ought to go to Poppy... Though..."
She narrowed her eyes conspiratorially, as though something tricky had just occurred to her.
"I used to work at St. Mungos. I mean, I haven't in a while, but you never forget that sort of thing. I'm relatively certain I could fix you." Coming in a bit closer, she examined him as though he were behind the glass in a zoo. "Yes, I'm fairly confident. Shall I give it a go? Won't take a tick."
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Post by zhang on Feb 9, 2010 21:28:30 GMT -5
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Post by zhang on Feb 9, 2010 21:30:52 GMT -5
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Post by zhang on Feb 9, 2010 21:31:57 GMT -5
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Post by zhang on Feb 9, 2010 21:32:30 GMT -5
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