"Thank you, Healer McMurray-sensei," Sascha replied, laying his finger tips, feather light, on the back of the Healer's hand, Feeling as the other man made the motion, then cast the spell. His movements were very clear, and Sascha had no problem reading them. Sascha was very appreciative of that fact. Sometimes even professors had muddled or unsure wand movements, and that made them hard to copy.
"Yes, thank you, that makes perfect sense," Sascha answered. "I have no questions," his tone remained very formal and respectful. Nothing about Healer McMurray-sensei invited informality. No, professionalism and maturity were the best options. He paused a moment, then said. "No, I'm sorry, I do have one. Were I to adjust the spell, say do have different vibrations instead of different colors of light, would you still consider that doing the spell correctly in relation to grading my work?" Because if no adaptations were allowed, then he'd have to figure out how to make the spell work for him as it stood, or make the spell work as it stood plus do something else that would cue him in as to what the light was telling him, cheat in a way, he supposed.
He didn't care if the professor told him it wasn't possible to adjust the spell. Sascha couldn't say how many times someone said it was impossible to do something differently only because they'd never tried. But what mattered was figuring out how to pass the class. Oh sure, learning about healing mattered too, that was the real reason why he was here. But all the knowledge in the world would only get him so far without actually passing his classes.
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
“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