Professor Aaron McKindy
A Moment to Remember [Spellwork, Yrs IV - VII]
Fri Jul 13, 2018 18:55
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“No, Circe,” Aaron said absent-mindedly, petting the cat with one hand. The other hand was stuck in the pocket of his blue jeans. His wand was in the back pocket of his jeans, and there was cat hair stuck to the dark blue shirt with an aurora borealis charmed to shimmer on it. Aaron was pretty sure that his first cat, Godric, had been much less of a shedder than Circe was. Of course, that might have been because Godric’s fur was darker and thus less noticable than Circe’s. Or because Aaron (and Garen, and everyone else who interacted with the cat) was busy being distracted by the constant attempts at attacking their feet made by Godric. Thinking about his first cat still made Aaron a little sad; he scratched Circe behind the ears, thankful that he was likely to have quite awhile left with her. Godric had been the most stable part of his life for a long time.

The thing fascinating Circe at the moment was a stone bowl on a pedestal. There were runes carved around the sides of the bowl, and there was a gray liquid inside the bowl that looked like it was constantly moving. It was a Pensieve.

It was not Aaron’s personal Pensieve, because the last thing that he ever wanted was to have one of those. He had no interest in spending more time in his memories; he was happy where he was now, but that was a relatively recent development and he didn’t need to overthink it. As it was, Aaron was dreading the moment that Madeleine, his daughter, found out that he had played a part in capturing and imprisoning the school poltergeist. Shifty Eyes had presumably been behind the pranks that has caused such a fuss the previous year, but Aaron somehow doubted that Madeleine was going to agree with the conclusion that Shifty should subsequently be removed from interacting with the school. Madeleine liked the poltergeist, who she referred to as “Mr. Shifty”.

His impending trouble with Madeleine pushed aside in his mind, Aaron stopped petting Circe and turned around to face the chalkboard. He pulled his wand out of his back pocket and flicked it at the chalkboard, where one word appeared in spiky handwriting: Recordatio.

The upper years started to file into the practical lab, and Aaron turned to greet them. He was still taller than all of the students, but a couple of them were getting up there in height. Although he usually wore a hat made of pink bubbles for his first class with the younger students, the older ones were much more used to his eccentricities and made for a less interesting addition to the room. Plus, individually charming amphibians into large, opaque bubbles was time-consuming.

“Go ahead and pair up,” Aaron directed the students as they entered the room. There were some who waited for a friend to come in before pairing up and others who just turned to the person nearest them. Thankful that this group of students had much less contention than the seventh-years that had just graduated, the Spellwork professor waited for everyone to settle down and find a partner. As always, his upper years classes were open to the seventh years taking Spellwork, but they would each have an additional one-on-one class with him each week where they would work towards the goals that each student set for themselves. Aaron encouraged students to attend classes closer to IMPs for purposes of reviewing the material, but he wouldn’t be surprised if a number of the older students decided against attending the first class of the school year.

“Today we’re going to be working with this Pensieve,” Aaron leaned back against the desk at the front of the room and gestured to the stone bowl in the center. “Can anyone tell me what a Pensieve i - yes, Heather?” Heather Bartel’s hand had shot up before Aaron had finished the question and she smugly explained the purpose of the magical artifact sitting in front of the class. “Very good,” Aaron said approvingly, wincing as he watched her face turn from smug to insufferable. He felt bad for her partner. “Now can anyone think of uses for the Pensieve?”

A couple of students shouted out answers, and Aaron nodded at them. It was clear that many of his students had come across Pensieves in their readings, at least, if not in real life. They were expensive artifacts that were not the sort of thing you really wanted to share with someone, so Aaron would have been surprised if many of the students had experience using a Pensieve, even if they knew what one was. And that, of course, was the lesson of the day.

“The spell we’re learning today is fairly simple, but it’s very messy to execute without a wand so even those of you who feel comfortable with wandless magic should be using a wand today.” Aaron pulled out his wand, which had been tucked back into his jeans pocket, and tapped it against his graying temple. “Recordatio,” he said, and then pulled his wand slowly away from his head. A shimmering gray thread emerged, floating briefly in the air before Aaron directed it down into the bowl. The image of a pan of cookies flashed to the surface; he had put in a more recent memory of him and Madeleine baking cookies to surprise Garen and Drew, who had been up on Pearl Street doing some school shopping.

“In pairs, you’ll decide what memories you want to extract. You can choose your own or set a challenge for your partner - however you’d like to go about it, but before the exercise begins, both parties should know what to expect from the other’s memory. It should be a memory that you’re willing to share, because once you place it in the bowl,” Aaron gestured, “your partner will enter that memory for its duration.

“If you execute the spell incorrectly, the memory could become warped into a daydream or nightmare, or it might be longer or cut off more quickly than you expect. It is your job to make sure your partner can execute the spell by the end of the class period.

“Please take turns coming up to the Pensieve, and if you run into any trouble please let me know. Once you’re done with the memory, please remove it from the Pensieve the same way you drew it out of yourself, and put it in one of the these flasks that I’ve put on the desk; I will dispose of them safely after class.”

With that, Aaron let the students get to work. Circe had jumped off the desk and was making her rounds, hoping the students had brought her treats or food. She was a picky cat and turned up her nose at anything that wasn’t fish or rare meat so Aaron suspected that Circe would be out of luck, but she was clearly going to give it a try anyway.

He sat behind the desk with the new fifth year textbook he was marking up, hoping that his assistance would be unnecessary this class.

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