Healer McMurray continued pacing through the room, watching his students work. The pacing was calming him down. The Healer still needed some time to get used to this new teaching job. The only thing he wanted to hear in his classroom for the next few minutes was silence, just the turning of the pages of the textbooks. Healing was a serious career choice and he wanted to weed out the prospects that wouldn’t be able to make it, which was why he had made his curriculum hard. Jacob was strict and took really took his job seriously, and he wanted his students to be clear from the beginning what he was expecting of them. No slackers. Jacob was not the kind of person to give second chances, because in healing, you didn’t have one. People lives were something you didn’t play with. He hoped his students realized the commitment they were getting into.
Jacob realized that a student had raised his hand and dutifully made his way to the student. “What is your name?” he asked. The Healer then realized that the student was reading the textbook in Braille version. He narrowed his eyes. He didn’t have anything against blind people, but the reality was that they required more attention and could endanger patients. “What can I help you with?” He was not going to judge him before he knew more about the student. It wouldn’t be fair. For all he knew, he was one of the brightest one in the classroom and he deserved a chance to prove his worth. Plus, it was horrible to discriminate the disabled.
Healer McMurray entered the properly sterilized classroom that would be used by the Healing majors at CHESS. It had been time for him to retire and settle on something else, it was for the best. New... more
After giving the students the time to practice the spell, the healer made his way towards the front of the classroom. He gave them a few more minutes before clearing his throat and addressing them... more
While her chosen future didn’t seem compatible with healing, it was the major Briar had chosen to pursue when she’d heard about CHESS. After all the saying never mess with a healer, they know how... more
Sascha's school in Japan had been very strict. Tardiness was inexcusable in a very literal sense. If you were late for anything, you had better be dying, or you'd wish you were by the time the sensei ... more
"Murakami, Sascha," Sascha said, the man's gruff and authoritative tone reminding him rather sharply of one of his sensei's back home that he automatically gave his name in Japanese order. "I'm... more
“Mr. Murakami,” he acknowledged him by his name. A respectful relationship between student-Professor was imperative in learning atmosphere. Otherwise the whole learning experience could go wrong,... more
“You are welcome, Mr. Murakami.” Jacob was here to teach and it felt good when he did. All he wanted with this new position was to mold the future healers of the wizarding world. He had his time as a ... more
"Nothing, thank you again, Healer McMurray-sensei." Sascha answered with a smile. He was greatly relieved that the professor was willing to let him do what he needed to to make the spell functional... more