His fourth years were most energetic bunch of the day and he found getting them up and working ensured that they burnt off some of their excess energy; they liked to line up and throw the current spells they were learning at each other while he supervised. It was a win for everyone. If it was too cold out (hey, he didn’t like to feel like he was freezing to death, even on the balmiest of days) they took a lap around the castle while he blabbered on about something relating to the lesson or demonstrated something that caught their attention long enough before venturing back to the classroom.
Today Gus had pushed them out the door toward the Black Lake to look for Grindylows now that they could expel them, although they hadn’t managed to see a single one. Struck with a small pang of disappointment, he’d dismissed them from the lake to walk back to his own classroom, although he did stop by to watch Basil teach; he was transfiguring something, probably a quill or something, and Gus couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose as he turned away. He still hated Transfiguration class, and was thankful he didn’t have to sit there and pretend like he understood what in the world was happening. Thankfully he had Basil in his life now to help him with all his transfiguration needs.
Raking his fingers through his hair as his stomach rumbled, Gus turned on his heel to return to his classroom. He had a hankering for something sweet, and something in his drawer would have to hold him over before he could eat his weight in desserts at dinner. Yes. Maybe they’d have one of those pumpkin tarts with the whipped cream that just the right amount of cinnamon sprinkled on top —
Gus blinked down as he felt someone run into him, and couldn’t help but frown as he saw Mr. Beck on the ground. He looked… horrified? Confused? Like he wanted to bolt? Gus wasn’t sure but it certainly wasn’t a smile. Instantly he was squatting toward him. “Mr. Beck, are you alright?” Behind him he could hear someone laughing and his eyebrows knitted together in concern; he stood up and offered the first year his hand, although he had a feeling it’d be ignored or swatted away. “Is… everyone alright?” His mind went to the Peeves. Oh. He didn’t want to deal with them right now.
Today Gus had pushed them out the door toward the Black Lake to look for Grindylows now that they could expel them, although they hadn’t managed to see a single one. Struck with a small pang of disappointment, he’d dismissed them from the lake to walk back to his own classroom, although he did stop by to watch Basil teach; he was transfiguring something, probably a quill or something, and Gus couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose as he turned away. He still hated Transfiguration class, and was thankful he didn’t have to sit there and pretend like he understood what in the world was happening. Thankfully he had Basil in his life now to help him with all his transfiguration needs.
Raking his fingers through his hair as his stomach rumbled, Gus turned on his heel to return to his classroom. He had a hankering for something sweet, and something in his drawer would have to hold him over before he could eat his weight in desserts at dinner. Yes. Maybe they’d have one of those pumpkin tarts with the whipped cream that just the right amount of cinnamon sprinkled on top —
Gus blinked down as he felt someone run into him, and couldn’t help but frown as he saw Mr. Beck on the ground. He looked… horrified? Confused? Like he wanted to bolt? Gus wasn’t sure but it certainly wasn’t a smile. Instantly he was squatting toward him. “Mr. Beck, are you alright?” Behind him he could hear someone laughing and his eyebrows knitted together in concern; he stood up and offered the first year his hand, although he had a feeling it’d be ignored or swatted away. “Is… everyone alright?” His mind went to the Peeves. Oh. He didn’t want to deal with them right now.
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