Prompt: Holiday.
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"Everyone pull out your quills and copy down these notes please." I said over my shoulder, waving my wand towards the blackboard, and the white chalked words appeared there, depicting the proper wand movement and pronunciation for the lesson. Transfiguring a candlestick into a goblet was no easy feat, and I had complete confidence in the majority of my pupils and their ability to make mistakes.
Once they had finished, I turned to commence my routine pre-lecture. It was always the same, and I knew the majority of my pupils didn't bother to listen to the words, but I knew if I said it enough, the general message would eventually sink into their subconscious.
"So, begin after rereading the directions one more time before beginning please, just to make sure the directions have really sunk in." I directed, turning my back to the class to take a seat at my desk. I observed them as they started to work, my attention unwavering until ten minutes into the lesson. The absence of disasters had convinced me that it would be safe to retrieve a pile of essays from the drawers to get a head start on grading.
Rule one in my own personal guidebook to teaching: no matter the age of the students, they need to be watched at all times, or something will go wrong.
I should never stray from the guidebook.
Only twelve minutes after I took to the red pen, a sudden crack sounded through the room. My eyes snapped to the source, off to the back right of the room, where everyone's attention was directed towards two students- Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnegan. The former had somehow managed to send his candlestick flying into the back of poor Finnegan's head, promptly knocking the boy out, who fell from his seat and lay sprawled out on the floor. Longbottom stood, sputtering unheard apologies as the class was sent into an uproar.
"Mr. Thomas, please levitate Mr. Finnegan to the Hospital Wing." I said briskly, walking up to examine the boy. "He will need immediate attention. Everyone else, please return to your work."
There was no more work completed that day.
Following the lesson, I rested my head into my hands and let out a loud sigh. There should be more holidays in a year.
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Character: Minevra McGonagall
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