March 9, 1892 - Transfiguration Class

Staring down at the letter in her hands, June was unsure what to make of it; as an upper class woman there were little expectations for her to amount to anything in life outside of being a wife and mother, although that wasn’t to say she didn’t have aspirations of her own. For one, she was going to mull over every curse that existed until she found the perfect one to exact her revenge, and two, Juniper wanted to be much more than a housewife. A career was out of her reach but it didn’t mean she couldn’t do something else - a hobby, a charity, something to occupy her time outside of social events and tea parties. (Granted she enjoyed both, although there was only so much she could take of either.)

It was why when she, along with the other seventh years had received letters to Flint Institution she had stared at the letter for far longer than she should have. While she knew she couldn’t waltz in and demand to be taught dark arts (seeing as they were taught defense against the subject), she did consider how wandless and non-verbal magic might be helpful for her future goals. Plus learning how to duel even more properly would give her an upper hand when it came to Ophelia. June briefly wondered if her twin would want to continue her own education but waved the thought off, finding she didn’t care. They would be under the same roof and in each other’s pockets soon enough.

The letter crinkled in June’s hand as she tightened her grip on it, green hues mulling over the words for the hundredth time - she could probably recite every word from memory. It would certainly give her something to do with her time and something she would enjoy (and put to good use!), plus it would give Grace a heart attack. She huffed quietly as she picked up a small blue book, tucking the letter into the inside of it for safekeeping; then she placed it on top of the dreadful essay for Professor Foxwood she was finally ready to turn in - she could only hope it would help her NEWT grade at this point.

Walking to Professor’s Foxwood office felt like a walk of shame - last time he’d rejected June’s request for access to the restricted section and instead given her an essay to write to help his research. (She still wanted to walk in and toss the stupid book that hadn’t helped her at all at his head but he would probably frown at her and give her detention.) She paused at the door before exhaling lightly and tilting her chin higher. Then Juniper knocked lightly on the door. “Professor? Do you have a moment?”

He should know by now that Juniper wasn’t enjoying his class, and if it hadn't been for the essay she wouldn’t be bothering him at all with questions about Flint Institution. Still, she’d rather kill two birds with one stone than go visit another professor after this.

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@Basil Foxwood

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Basil was surprised, to say the least, when Ms. Juniper Edevane showed up at his office door that day. He knew by now, after teaching her for almost four years, that Transfiguration was neither her best nor favorite subject. Honestly, he wondered why she’d elected to take it to NEWT level at all, but he was never one to discourage higher education in arguably the most important interesting subject at Hogwarts. Still, she owed him an essay and a book he’d leant out, so perhaps that was what brought her around all these weeks later.

Turning in his seat towards Ms. Edevane, Basil put down the quill he’d been using to grade. “Of course,” he replied. “Come in and, er— don’t mind the mess.” Basil stood to move a heap of papers and texts off a small stool in case she wanted to sit. It was that time of the year when things were starting to pile up: research inquiries to reply to, papers to grade, practical exams to plan and the whole rest of it all. Basil knew his organized chaos must appear like an absolute mess to an outsider and he felt warm under the collar at the thought.

Setting aside that heap on the floor just behind his own chair, Basil stood and dusted off his hands. “What can I do for you today Ms. Edevane?” He asked lightly.

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@Juniper Edevane

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June, offering Professor Foxwood a strained smile before thanking him as she stepped into his office, took a moment to glance around the room. It was quite messy with books and papers strewn about, and she wrapped her fingers tightly around the blue book in her hands as he cleared a spot. The Slytherin common room looked much the same, with books and papers strew about as people found any space to practice and study. June had taken over a spot in the library so she could study with Ida and Poppy, finally taking the time to finish the essay he’d assigned her a few months ago. It wasn’t her best work, but it was the most amount of time she’d taken to do anything for his class in quite some time.

So, she sat on the stool and slid the parchments with the book on top over it, the letter from Flint Institution tucked inside. “I, well…” June paused as she looked down at her hands neatly folded in her lap. She didn’t know why she suddenly felt nervous - would he think little of her if she chose to continue her education and not focus solely on finding a husband? Professor Foxwood was upper class, and she knew what his brother would think of her.

But, if he thought that, why would he consider a position there? June unfolded her hands and slid the pile over to him. “I’ve heard some rumbling that you may be helping the Flint Institution this summer, and before I wrote to Mr. Flint, I wanted your opinion of it.” She folded her hands back into her lap. “Is it worth it, even just for pleasure? Would this make me look strange…” A pause, then, “er?”

At that moment Juniper couldn’t decide why she’d decided to unload the question on Professor Foxwood, but she certainly couldn’t take it back now.

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@Basil Foxwood

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