“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, very wrong. Jacob’s personality wasn’t one that made people seek him as a friend. When he was younger, he had been friendlier and opened, but after becoming a Healer he had changed drastically into a more reserved person. He took his job seriously, and he didn’t want to jeopardize it for anything. His social life had become almost nonexistent, getting attached with people that were work-driven just like he was. There was no point in wasting one’s time with anything. Because of that, Jacob had come to be the Administrator of the Virginia Magical Hospital. Perseverance and hard-work was what made people succeed in their endeavors.
“No problem,” he answered to his query. Jacob looked at the boy, “You may touch my hand to feel the movement.” There was no need to make this more difficult for the student, really. The Healer thought that Mr. Murakami’s intention of pursuing healing was noble and it was going to be harder for him than most, and he was willing to help him out if he committed to the task at hand.
Jacob flicked his wrist to the right and then repeated the movement for Sascha. “For the spell to be successful, your wrist has to do a sharp movement to the right. Otherwise, the spell won’t work. Now, we you do the wrist movement, you need to say the spell at the same time.” He did the movement once again, but this time he said the spell. The little ball of white light appeared. It disappeared quickly, because it wasn’t directed to an injured body.
“Do you have any questions?” his tone was a mixture of strictness and authority. Jacob’s goal was for his students to see him as a teacher, nothing else. He was willing to help those that wanted it, but they needed to be committed to it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t hesitate in failing them. He wanted to weed the major from weak-willed individuals. The course would only get harder with each class.
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
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... 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
“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