Connor Farnon
My life skill is having money
Mon Aug 6, 2018 15:02
129.2.180.4

It wasn’t that Connor had been present for the last mandatory life skills class, where the upper years had to take care of a baby, but he’d seen the results of that class and it terrified him. Consequently, when he saw the notice about the mandatory life skills class for the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years, he felt a little bit sick. What was he going to do, being stuck with a fake baby for an entire half-term? How was he going to get anything done? And what if he got partnered with Marley or worse - with another boy? Just every aspect of the impending class was terrifying, and Connor felt his stomach sink slowly sinking into an icy pit as he walked to class that day. His trainers felt as though they were made of lead, dragging him down, preventing him from moving any faster to the dreaded class. But the hallway was not of an infinite length, and before too very long he had arrived in the practical lab, ready to meet his fate.

Given the trepidation with which he had approached the classroom, Connor would have expected to feel a great deal better when there were no enchanted baby dolls sitting on the tables or at the desk in the front of the classroom. And there were no baby dolls. However, what was present was a row of cubicles that you couldn’t see into, presumably because they had been charmed or warded. Uh oh. That was not a good sign.

The relationship Connor had with Professor Blair was always a touch complicated. On the one hand, he was taking her class even though he didn’t have to anymore. On the other hand, she was a flaming liberal who had no respect for the traditional hierarchy of pureblood society, and no problem demonstrating that clearly in class. While he could appreciate that homosexuals and those of African descent had drawn a bit of a rough hand, Connor didn’t think it was necessary to go to the efforts Professor Blair went to in order to make sure her students were sympathetic to the minority groups in society. After all, Connor didn’t need to know about the sordid details of the homosexual life in order to pity them. The only actual homosexuals his age were Marley and Teal, but he had heard through the grapevine that at least one of them was seeing the error of her ways.

For Claudia’s sake, he hoped that it was Marley. Perhaps once the other girl had gotten over this momentary lapse in judgment, she could return to being Claudia’s friend and cease being quite so...militant. If Marley were less heinous and followed Claudia’s example, she might even be attractive enough to catch the interest of someone it was actually worth the time to date. And if Marley were less heinous, maybe she would stop appearing in his dreams as she had since the Cheez Whiz incident. And the dreams had gotten even stranger since the incident with the potato. No, it would truly be for the best if Marley were willing to revert her ways back to what was more socially acceptable.

Connor had arrived just on time, so he didn’t have time to go over and great Claudia before Professor Blair started the lesson with a very unprofessional and apparently peeved miniature rant about their new Deputy Headmaster, who Connor had no reason to dislike. He seemed like a perfectly practical man and quite frankly if he were ruffling Professor Blair’s feathers, all for the better.

To Connor’s dismay, the Blair woman proceeded to assign both him and Claudia to a cubicle, preventing them from working together. The brown-haired boy now wore a scowl on his face; he was positive that had been intentional. She was so prejudiced against Claudia after the horrible detentions from last year that it practically wasn’t fair to let her teach his friend. There were so many things that Connor felt that the administration was doing wrong here. Perhaps that was what he would go tell Deputy Headmaster Fell about, since Professor Blair had oh-so-politely asked them to give him their feedback.

Once she was done talking, Connor sighed and turned to walk into the cubicle, which he couldn’t see inside. He might as well start this off and get it over with - his partner could jump on when they showed up. The English pureblood was confident in his ability to solve basic household problems. After all, house-elves did it. He was better than house-elves, of course he could do it.

The cubicle did not like the idea of Connor entering it and flung him backwards with an audible crack and the appearance of a few flames on the hems of his shirt. Connor yelped rather ungracefully, smacking his shirt hems to stop the fire before it spread. Now a little sore and a little singed, the fifth-year went back to the cubicle and for the first time noticed the sign indicating that he needed to leave his wand outside. Looking around to make sure nobody had noticed what had happened, Connor casually put his wand in the indicated container and slipped inside the cubicle.

On the one hand, the cubicle didn’t throw him backwards this time. On the other hand, the stench that filled the cubicle, presumably from the toilet in its center, almost did. In fact, Connor stumbled back, accidentally treading on the toes of the person who had just entered the cubicle and was still blocking the exit.

“Sorry,” Connor choked out, doing his best to cover his mouth and nose simultaneously. Oh, this was horrid! “I just. There’s clearly something wrong, we have to get Professor Blair. I think an animal died in here!”

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    • I'll just do my own thing - Remington Burnham, Sun Aug 19 20:01
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    • I've got this... - Leopold Harris, Sun Aug 19 16:02
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      • Do you, though? - Kaye Packman, Sun Aug 19 17:39
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        • I'm hurt by your lack of faith in me - Leo, Sun Aug 19 19:41
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          • Does my lack of faith... disturb you? - Kaye, Sun Aug 19 20:56
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    • There's no I in Teamwork - Myfanwy Owen, Sat Aug 18 15:40
      Myfanwy didn’t especially appreciate being summoned to a class by a screeching notice pinned up on the Lyra noticeboard, but she supposed the method had been effective. She didn’t think it was a... more
      • If you squint, it's hidden in the A - Brynjolf Nilssen, Tue Aug 21 21:10
        Bryn didn’t mind the mandatory classes that cropped up every now and then, but the last time there had been one for Cultural Studies it had involved a thing that behaved like a baby. That was not... more
        • It's an optical illusion - Myfanwy, Wed Aug 22 15:55
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          • Brynjolf quirked a grin at the girl as she discarded her robe and stepped further into the room. He was glad to see the normal bright colors that accompanied Myffi’s personality and it put him at... more
    • My life skill is having money - Connor Farnon, Mon Aug 6 15:02
    • These are not My Life Skills - Claudia Dubois , Mon Aug 6 13:29
      Today’s schedule entailed yet another mandatory session to spend in the company of Professor Blair. Claudia had just about had her fill of those. She didn’t mind the Cultural Studies classes, because ... more
      • Surprisingly, this isn't mine, either - Marley Chapman, Mon Aug 6 15:24
        It was a whole month since she and Teal had broken up, and she still wasn’t over it. That was kind of weird, right? Like, sure they’d been dating for ages (and that wasn’t even an exaggeration, since ... more
        • Some of this is familiar - Claudia, Mon Aug 6 23:08
          “Um, hi.” Claudia paused as if frozen (she would not be surprised if Holland had taught Marley how to execute that spell, but on this occasion her motionless was a result of surprise, not literal... more
          • And some is unknown territory - Marley, Tue Aug 7 22:46
            As soon as the word ‘okay’ had finished, she exhaled in a short sigh, forgetting for a moment not to be too obvious about her relief. She couldn’t help it. Although logically it wouldn’t make sense... more
            • Ready to explore? - Claudia, Wed Aug 8 16:23
              Marley seemed relieved; Claudia wondered why. Did it have more to do with absence of rejection, and with it the need to find another partner, in addition to any negative emotions experienced, or to... more
              • Sure! I think. Maybe. Too late. - Marley, Thu Aug 16 15:31
                “I didn’t say that.” She had spotted the quirk of Claudia’s eyebrows, but her automatic assumption was that it was just a reaction to being called out. She definitely hadn’t expected the other girl... more
                • It started well - Claudia, Fri Aug 17 16:57
                  Marley was infuriating. Claudia hadn’t been expecting anything much when she acknowledged she could have set aside her own reservations to blindly rejoice in Marley’s happiness, so receiving an... more
                  • And keeps dragging on - Marley, Thu Aug 23 20:39
                    It’d probably be super presumptive to say that she had been expecting a “you’re welcome” or even a “thanks for noticing”, because Claudia had never been the type of person to acknowledge the more... more
                    • We could abandon it - Claudia, Fri Aug 24 09:28
                      It felt as though the two of them were incapable of speaking to each other without arguing. Even when they had been friends, they had argued substantially more often than Claudia would consider... more
                      • I'm not good at giving up - Marley, Mon Sep 3 22:53
                        Ears still ringing (or maybe scratching was a better way to describe it) from the sandpapery alarm, she accepted her robes back from Claudia, noticing as she did so that her hand was shaking a bit.... more
                        • Then I have a new challenge for you - Claudia, Thu Sep 6 15:49
                          Marley was measurably more enthusiastic about this next task than Claudia. The paler girl stood towards a back corner of the cubicle, out of the way of its practical assignment, and wordlessly... more
                          • If at first you don't succeed... - Marley, Tue Sep 11 21:54
                            Quickly recovering from the surprise of Claudia requesting to help with the tire repair, Marley bobbed her head, long-ish curls bouncing along with her. “Oh my gosh, yeah, of course.” Laying the... more
                            • Give up and go home? - Claudia, Wed Sep 12 15:48
                              Manual labor was not something to which Claudia was accustomed. Potions and Magizoobotany had both required her to engage in some unpleasant physical tasks on occasion, but Claudia had not continued... more
    • What if this isn't a skill I want? - Russell Drew, Mon Aug 6 12:19
      According to the flyer tacked up in Cetus, not only was Cultural Studies being held at a different time than their usual schedule and in the lab instead of its normal room, but it was also a... more
      • All skills are worth having - Nolan Ramsey, Mon Aug 6 14:27
        Apparently the other students who weren’t taking Cultural Studies—and some of the ones who were—didn’t like mandatory yes-you-have-to-go-even-though-you-dropped-it lessons. Nolan agreed he’d rather... more
        • Not this one - Russell, Tue Aug 7 23:31
          The person to finally approach him was Nolan, whom he knew casually - they shared a few classes and he was pretty sure they’d wound up partners for at least two impossibly vague History assignments... more
          • How can you tell? - Nolan, Tue Aug 14 22:02
            Russell’s response was to go stand in a corner, so Nolan might have chosen wrong in the partner department. Great. He should’ve just picked Buckley. The guy was always going on about how having a... more
            • He took vague stock of Nolan’s question - just enough to deduct that the only way they were going to make it through this was if either they waited for the timer to go off and moved to the next... more
              • You’re so evasive - Nolan, Mon Sep 3 09:25
                Russell said he couldn’t imagine why this was one of their tasks. Nolan agreed, but for different reasons. Why bother learning how to do things the Muggle way? Everyone at RMI had magic—hell, even... more
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