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Dorian Montoir
You have incurred my wrath
Wed Apr 4, 2018 10:32

(OOC - posted directly under here for neatness but this library thread takes place between this post and the one above).

It mattered to Tatya that he was doing this. And it mattered to him too. Dorian clung on to the way he had felt about himself in the library, when Tatya had hugged and kissed him and called him her favourite. Because that feeling kept his feet moving, and pushed down the increasing sick-to-his-stomach feeling of nerves that kept trying to get bigger the closer he got to Professor Wright’s office. He couldn’t back out now anyway. And he didn’t want to… Until he did, the universe would feel broken. Tatya was upset. He was upset. And he was forced to place Professor Wright into a mental category where he did not wish him to be… Dorian knew that there were some horrible people in the world - he had the misfortune of having to live with one - and it naturally followed on that bad people did bad things. But Professor Wright was supposed to be a good person! Good people were not supposed to do bad things. It was so much more disappointing when they did, as they had so much further to fall… He didn’t like being upset with the Charms professor, and wanted a chance to mend things, a chance to forgive him.

But more than that, what he was doing was right. There might be some people who thought you should never talk back to a teacher. He wasn’t sure what some of the other Surnamed students would think of him… But to hell with the fact that Pureblood society said he shouldn’t. Pureblood society said a lot of things. And some of them contradicted each other, and you could break your back trying to jump through every hoop but even supposing you could do it all right - which you couldn’t, because it was impossible, but even if you could - if the wrong people disliked you, they would continue to dislike you, to make a reason why it was different in your case. Dorian had long since decided t it mattered much more to do what he thought was right than what anyone else told him was. They could tell him authority figures were never wrong until they were blue in the face, but it wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference when he could see with his own eyes that they could be. And it was important also to preserve a lady’s honour, if you wanted to apply society’s rules - a perfect example of where the rules contradicted themselves, because he could not both never speak back to a teacher and defend Tatya’s reputation - but he didn’t even particularly care about finding a rule that said it was the right thing to do. His rules said it was, and that was good enough. And people might not immediately think that she was the kind of person who needed protecting - she was loud, seemingly confident, a Pecari and a Quidditch player… But she could be badly hurt by people’s poor opinion of her, and she had been. He loved Tatya, and he felt fiercely protective of her, just as he loved and wished to protect Émilie against any ills the world might throw at her. He had to try to put it right, whatever the cost to himself. Because she was his friend. Because her feelings were hurt. Because the accusation was untrue. Because older brothers were meant to fix things.

He knocked on the office door, entering when called.

“G-good afternoon, Professor,” he managed, and he was the same Dorian as always as he shuffled in and took a seat. A small boy, polite but a little self-conscious. And one could almost see the thoughts flying around behind his dark, serious eyes, even though they weren’t looking up but were focussed on his hands, hands which he was nervously fidgeting with whilst those thoughts got pulled together, because Dorian often took time to gather his words. Although this time, it wasn’t really the words that were the problem, it was just that the difference between lacking the words and lacking the bravery to say them probably looked awfully similar to an outside observer...But he had to. And so, pulling together all of the courage that he didn’t really possess, he looked up, looking Professor Wright steadily in the eye. “Tatya does not cheat,” he informed him seriously. And for all that he was a nervous thirteen year old boy, and Professor Wright was a teacher, the word ‘rebuke’ would not have been entirely unfitting in describing this remark. And the intensity and earnestness with which he met his teacher’s eyes conveyed that he regarded the suggestion that she had done so as an incredibly serious matter.

  • On prose and the incidence of coincidence.Professor Wright and Tatiana Vorontsova, Tue Mar 27 15:52
    Gray looked at the paper one more time, just to ensure that what was before him had not changed. It had not changed, and so he sighed as he looked back up from the paper and to its alleged author.... more
    • You have incurred my wrath — Dorian Montoir, Wed Apr 4 10:32
      • Right, then. Okay....Professor Wright, Thu Apr 5 18:59
        Students actually taking advantage of the existence of office hours was not unheard of, but nor was it something which happened with astonishing frequency. As a result, Gray had just decided it was... more
        • No! It is wrong and not okay!Dorian, Fri Apr 6 07:47
          “But she tells me already,” Dorian assured the professor, his tone calm and factual. He could understand that teachers couldn’t just discuss students with other students in general, but he already... more
          • Let’s just take a step back, shall we?Professor Wright, Wed Apr 11 16:42
            Well. Dorian did seem to know the facts of the case, sure enough. Gray was not convinced this actually changed his position any, but at least he could honestly say that he had said no such things to... more
            • A look of anger passed across Dorian’s face at the suggestion Tatya had done more than correct her spelling, and he hastily lowered his gaze, knowing that looking angrily at a teacher was crossing a... more
              • ...CoolProfessor Wright, Sun Apr 15 17:41
                Depends which philosopher you ask. Well, that had to be one of the more interesting sentences a second year had ever produced, at least in Gray’s presence. He certainly would not have produced it as... more
                • And not about these bits of paperDorian, Mon Apr 16 06:49
                  Professor Wright said that he was ‘afraid’ twice without looking like he was actually at all scared, and which was a very odd reaction to some bits of paper, and a very odd thing for a teacher to... more
                  • I think we will have to touch on them.Professor Wright, Mon Apr 16 15:12
                    Dorian’s explanation – or explanation of inability to explain – of what had just happened scattered its tenses far and wide, its verb patterns even further, and yet Gray sort of wished it had been... more
                    • Can I give you the Cliffnotes version?Dorian, Tue Apr 17 09:09
                      “Right, thank you,” Dorian nodded, when Professor Wright told him that it was ‘written.’ “I mean,” he added, realising how it might have sounded like he hadn’t quite heard, “Right… correct, yes I... more
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