2nd December, 1889 — Professor Ruskin’s Office
Ellsworth Ruskin
Ellsworth Ruskin
The couple days of anticipation had just about killed him. He had a fairly good imagination, and so the crumb of a clue the Charms professor had left him in the request to meet with him had spiralled into much worse over the weekend, until it had gotten to the point Nelson had just refused to think about it point blank.
Until the last of Monday’s lessons drew to a close, and the sinkhole in the pit of his stomach gaped wide again. He wasn’t usually nervous about things, but he was sure his friends could feel it radiating from him now, as he gave a reluctant wave goodbye and began the trek up to Professor Ruskin’s office.
It felt almost like a walk to the gallows. (Not to be dramatic or anything.)
But what would his parents say if he got sent home from Hogwarts for failing half his subjects before he even got his OWLs? He was already trying as hard as he possibly could. And Charms was probably just the beginning.
Scrunching his face up to screw up some courage, Nelson knocked nervously on the door.
Until the last of Monday’s lessons drew to a close, and the sinkhole in the pit of his stomach gaped wide again. He wasn’t usually nervous about things, but he was sure his friends could feel it radiating from him now, as he gave a reluctant wave goodbye and began the trek up to Professor Ruskin’s office.
It felt almost like a walk to the gallows. (Not to be dramatic or anything.)
But what would his parents say if he got sent home from Hogwarts for failing half his subjects before he even got his OWLs? He was already trying as hard as he possibly could. And Charms was probably just the beginning.
Scrunching his face up to screw up some courage, Nelson knocked nervously on the door.
