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[attr="class","title1"]Strawberry Fields

[attr="class","subtitle1"] Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real 

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Gemma had always liked chatting with the portraits as a girl in Hogwarts. Smaller conversations dropped tidbits of information, and many of Gemma's first papers had included citations from the portraits, or thanked the paintings for ideas shared. Of course, the citations were one of many, as paintings grew unreliable with age, but they were still a steady source of information. They were an underused resource at Hogwarts, and Gemma would be lying if she hadn't taken that into consideration for working at Hogwarts again. New school year, new people, new leaves as the trees turned golden and crimson and brown. Good colors, warm colors, Gryffindor colors. This truly was their season.

She thought she could help students, really. Everyone was supposed to set their career paths by fifteen? That was frankly ridiculous, really. It had taken Gemma nearly six years after her graduation to decide on a steady post, and that was after she'd already graduated from one university, and a major change in Lufkin. She'd graduated her second college in 1993, a decade after her Hogwarts graduation. She was, she knew, uncommon in that regard. She believed, at least.

Her best experience with children on career paths were really Delilah and Owen, and they'd been decided for ages, and seem comfortable. She did worry about Delilah's potionology career-- surely, St Mungo's would see her strength and fight to keep her, doing whatever it took. Sure there'd be some way around Potionology, for the amount fo time to took for magic to return, if it ever did. Delilah was accomplished, they were mad if they didn't see that. And there were ways that Aurors could get by without using their own magic. Maybe she would be able to train Owen some in weapons? Or reach out to Lindström, see what weapons she was incorporating and offer some suggestions. 

She gave a laugh in response to something a portrait said, knowing she hadn't caught it but that it was a joke of some type. Offering up a particularly filthy joke in return, Gemma cut herself off at the punchline when she heard someone enter the corridor. She gave a distracted laugh, lifting her (magicless, empty) hands up. "You heard none of that, right?"

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[attr="class","lyric2raven"]Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone

[attr="class","textbodraven"]Exams, they were really throwing Maya for a loop. This was getting a little insane. She had a lot going on, between her three electives on top of her obligatory classes and ballet lessons and band and--Merlin, just thinking about it all made her breathless. But she couldn't really bring herself to drop any of it. Maya had always been the sort to go above and beyond. She wanted to be involved in things, she wanted to stand out. Being good at things--being the best--was something that was constantly on her mind. Maya wanted to lead the Astronomy Club at some point. She wanted to get a prefect badge. She wanted to do well in her OWLs and eventually, one day, graduate and go to some great school to study... well, Maya hadn't quite pinned it down yet. She wanted to do a lot of things and, unfortunately, she only had one lifetime to do it all.

But Maya wasn't trying to think on that too much. She still had some time to figure it all out, and didn't even have her OWLs to worry about yet. So she was trying to take it one at a time and worry about... simpler things. The Sleuthing Society, and their cases. Because that was important and Maya was the grounded one between her and Angus--which was really saying something. The other day he had run into Maggie Bowman in the library and called her Marzipan. So she was definitely needed here and now, in Hogwarts, being the Watson to Angus' Sherlock. Because the analogy was just too perfect, and she was trying to force it unto him. They even had an Irene Adler now. Or, at least, Maya thought they did.

Well, in any case, her usual musings and and mindless studying had led to Maya getting lost in the castle halls, once again. Last time it had led to a run-in with The Grey Lady. That had actually been a pleasant and enlightening conversation, Maya rather liked her house ghost. Anyways, this time... Maya frowned lightly, her pace slowing down as she heard a voice. And a joke that would have had Dad jumping to cover her ears--as if that actually did anything. Maya usually appreciated the effort, though. She turned a corner and stopped in her tracks as soon as she recognized her Theory of Magic professor. A small smile appeared on her face as she met the other woman's eyes. "Let's say I didn't," she replied with a light shrug. "How are you doing, Professor Wenlock?" Maya asked politely.

@ prof wenlock | 430 words | outfit - ravenclaw robes

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[attr="class","title1"]Strawberry Fields

[attr="class","subtitle1"] Nothing to write home about

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Oh, thank Merlin, the child who'd heard her wasn't-- Gemma squinted for a second. Young-looking, yes, but old enough to know a filthy joke, and from what Gemma remembered of classes, quick enough to hold some sort of true conversation with. The Fourth year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were a delight, really. They made the Tuesday/Thursday's first class easy enough to get through, and the favoritism was well-spread without.

A bright bunch, really, and young Maya Poole was a delight. And to make sure she continued to be a delight and didn't turn Gemma into some sort of scandal that Odelia wouldn't approve of, there was to be some sort of invited conversation, where she got to know the young girl's sense of humor. Establish a rapport. It was still Gemma's first year here, after all, and she liked to think she'd be here for a while.

"Oh, lovely so far. Ten points to Ravenclaw, Miss Poole, for caring so much to ask a professor about the day. So kind, really. Few truly bother down to do so, and it's quite refreshing." She gave another smile in response, similar to one she'd give Delilah or Owen. Certainly not Morgause's brats. "And your own?"

She was genuinely curious, really. She wasn't yet two months into the school year, and she wanted to know more about how much things had changed. with the dreadful epidemic, how were the kids handling it? Of course, there were usually a lot of questions in Gemma's classrooms as they struggled to find a theory for this, as she'd more or less given up on sticking by the syllabus. As well as the kids learned and their papers were good, Gemma really didn't mind getting off track. 

[attr="class","tags1"]☆ love youuu, still short as fuck, @maya ☆

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