Post by heather noelle michaels on Jun 22, 2012 19:29:53 GMT -5
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Heather had just finished an advanced quidditch lesson with some sixth years, many had been on top for but others seemed to have taken this subject as a means to spend a few hours relaxing on a broom or trying to show off on a broom. Or failing to do so, as evident by young Mr McFarlane falling off his broom and being sent to the hospital wing. The girls were hardly impressed by his barrel rolls before he fell but the fall itself was probably the most entertaining thing about her lesson that day. That’s not to say Heather was a boring teacher, she tried to make every lesson enjoyable, even giving her students a few minutes at the end of the lesson to fly around however they pleased – whilst still staying within her supervision, obviously.
She sighed as she sat down on the grass beyond the pitch, having dismissed her students around ten minutes ago, the box containing all the balls and the golden snitch sitting beside her, but the quaffle was on the ground infro9nt of her as well as all her grading papers for the lesson. Naturally, all those that lounged around the edge of the pitch got low marks for effort but surprisingly, some performed well at the passing maneuvers and dodging moves so she pondered if they just didn’t find her lessons challenging. She made a mental note to check some of the feedback from the previous years about lessons. As a relatively new teacher, Heather was mostly following the lesson plan of the previous teacher, but she knew she was in the perfect position to make things more interesting for her students.
She sighed heavily as she picked up the quaffle and threw it up in the air for a while, procrastinating so that she wouldn’t have to do any more grading. Although in truth, most of the students were done – only her star pupils remained. You might consider them to be the easiest to mark but she never liked giving everyone full marks. If only a few 100%’s were available, then people would strive to better themselves to earn them, rather than handing out full marks to everyone. It was coming up to lunch time and Heather hadn’t eaten, but she had a free afternoon so she was in no rush to get something.
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Outfit: Black quidditch robes
Notes: first post on site, open to all, staff and students!
