Ward Rosse had never been much of a studier in school. It had always been far too much effort. Yet here he was, an actual grown-up married man supervising a bunch of kids who were studying. Or “studying.” Ward was sure that most kids weren’t actually studying. There were some eager beavers in the bunch, but there were a lot of lazy, standoffish, or just bored little firsties who didn’t get anything done. Not that Ward blamed them. Seriously, learning was so much effort. Ward had been reminded of that when he had to get certified for Magical Sciences over the summer. Kids these days! They worked so hard, bless their little hearts, or they were lazy bums.
The tall man waited until all adorable little hardworking children and the obnoxious rambunctious troublemakers had entered the room, and he then shut the door with a flick of his wand so the obnoxious rambunctious troublemakers wouldn’t disturb anyone else studying in the library. After all, some people out there had actual serious business to attend to. The seventh-years were getting progressively more and more freaked about college and the life beyond.
But how many schools offered Magical Sciences? Ward was totally helping each and every seventh-year get into college just by existing. What now!
And since he was a good person, he was helping the first and second years to study by running this study hall. “Hey guys,” he said, although he greeted most of them by name as they came in. He flicked his wand, and a mini-bagel, plastic butter knife, napkin, and a small container of cream cheese, butter, or strawberry jam appeared on each student’s desk. Ward was a considerate study hall master. “So there’s mini-bagels and cream cheese, butter, or jam, so just… trade quietly amongst yourselves if you didn’t get what you wanted. And don’t stab each other with the knives. I don’t like to have to break up fights. You all know what to do by now. Either study or read quietly, and if you get super bored and don’t have anything to do, I have these fun and exciting extra credit worksheets!”
Ward gleefully motioned towards his desk. Godzilla, who was standing guard on the desk, looked up at his Ward-man before returning to his favorite activity, i.e., napping. “And if you have any questions or need help with something of course you can ask me.” Ward wanted to be asked for help because Professor Rosse did not want to read his book about magical energy transitions in electronics technomancy. Studying: far too much effort.
|OOC| For real actually don’t kill each other with the knives, please and thanksye. Also, please don’t write for Godzilla, as he is Ward’s pet iguana (so the only thing you can mention him doing is sleeping). Again thanks! And tag me if you need me of course.
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