Unruly History Department

[Jacqueline Blake]

Date: Friday, March 7, 2008.
Time: 12:50PM
ISO: Mak attack.

The Quidditch team didn't normally meet until after normal classes were over, and the same was usual with most of the other sports and activities around her new school. Hogwarts had always had its Quidditch and Flying classes scheduled within the normal schedule, but obviously the States were quite a bit different. However, lucky for whoever was involved, Jak adapted easily to change, as long as it was to her benefit.

Since the majority of her teaching days were free, she had learned to take advantage of the time by keeping her Quidditch skills up, and even considered inviting a friend to work with her, or just going back to England for a morning or afternoon. However, it seemed like the Headmaster preferred knowing where his staff was, and having them on campus during certain hours. Therefore, Jak spent her time away on weekends and evenings.

The woman sat on her professional standard broom in the middle of a vacant pitch, staring at her office window. She wasn't flying any longer, because she had already spent two hours practicing, and the temperature was beginning to rise quite a bit. Over the days, she spent less and less time in her office, with less and less to do in her office, and fewer and fewer people to see in her office. Instead, she would only leave her bed as late as possible in the morning, and join the staff somewhere around noon, planning what she might teach her students today, practicing, or both.

Lessons tended to start around three, so Jak decided to take a break before her class came around. The teenagers could be a rowdy bunch, and they took much more energy out of her than her old Quidditch team, or an afternoon hangover. One more lap around the pitch at her top speed should have made her more than willing to get off her broom and polish it up a bit before the team was ready. However, in the middle of her lap, she stopped, abruptly, quietly, near the tree that blocked the sun in her office in the middle of the afternoon. Two teenagers, a girl and a boy, we walking out of the building before it was time that classes be dismissed. Normally, Jak wouldn't care, and almost applaud them about ditching classes if they had been, and applaud them doubly for their disheveled hair and obvious deeds done, but it was what they did after they walked out of the building. Jak's other broom, her backup, the one she had begun practicing on before she realized it was the wrong one, was sitting on the bench. The couple looked around for somebody, and when they saw no sign of an owner, the boy mounted it with a laugh.

Suddenly, Jak's expression was the complete opposite of impressed. The boy was not somebody who was on the team, and he was not somebody she had ever seen on a broom before. The teenager gave a laugh and as it hovered. It was obvious to the Quidditch coach that he had never been on a broom before, because in less than a second, the broom had taken off before him, crashed into the wall, and broken as he fell off behind it. The boy laughed at his act, and the girl, after realizing that the boy wasn't hurt, began to laugh too. Jak, however, was furious. She sped to the ground, the girl ran off, and the boy, still laughing and unaware of her presence, turned to expect his girlfriend standing behind him to help him up. When he caught sight of the teacher, he immediately gulped, and made no attempt to explain.

"What do you think you're doing? Ditching class to go fool around with your girlfriend? She's obviously the smart one, since she's long gone, and left you to take the blame." Jak glared at him, and as he opened his mouth to speak, she cut him off immediately. "I saw the whole thing, I saw you crash and ruin my broom, and I will be seeing you miserable in detention, since you're going to reimburse me for this." He gulped again and nodded. "What class are you supposed to be in?"

"H-h-history," the boy replied. Suddenly, the Quidditch coach was no longer the cool teacher on campus, but serious as she led him up a flight of stairs towards the History room, her fingers pinching his ear and dragging him along, since, at that moment, nobody could walk as fast as her. With a slight knock on the door beforehand, Jak opened the door to the History of Magic room, meeting eyes with Dr. Ritter for the first time (however, it obviously wasn't the first time he had seen her).

"Dr. Ritter? I believe this belongs to you," she began, not bothering to notice if the professor was in the middle of a sentence. The look of pain on the boy's contorted face relaxed as she let go of his ear. There was one empty seat in the room, presumably where he was supposed to be sitting. A few scattered students in the room giggled, but most were probably silent, afraid of seeing a student actually caught when they had been ditching.

[Marek Ritter]

Although it had been a rather pleasant day of teaching, Marek was glad it was coming to a close. He had a number of tests to finish grading; he’d promised the students they would be handed back tomorrow and he liked to go over the test with them individually if they so chose. Perhaps he should have gone riding yesterday evening. But even a teacher needed to procrastinate sometimes. His mind briefly flicked through its knowledge of the first schools of magic before he continued with his junior class lecture.

Tomorrow was definitely going to be interesting. As a joke, he had the students decide which Hogwarts house they thought their classmates should go into. Each student stood at the head of the class room, and the students voted using a magical polling system he’d created. It was fun for everyone and they got to make fun of Hogwarts for a little while. Yes, Mak realized the importance of the great wizarding school, but he also laughed at the ignorance behind separating them into Houses and allowing rivalries to reach such an extent. As if young adults didn’t already have enough problems and rivalries. Oh no, let’s increase them to the point where they create monsters and… he rubbed his eyes as the students finished copying some notes down.

He glanced around to see how far along they were and take count of the number of students who had already begun talking, typically an indication that they were finished. The usual loudmouths had already begun shouting across the room when Marek brought the class back to attention.

“Claaaass.”

That usually got the attention of all but the most disruptant or ‘special’ students.

“Dude.”

That caught Jeremy’s attention. “Yes Dr. Mak.” The young boy gave Marek a huge smile. Mak shook his head slightly. There was really no way to get mad at these kids.

“Pay attention. Or else.” Marek jokingly raised his eyebrows at his student.

He scanned the front row until his eyes settled on the one girl who still wasn’t looking at him. He sighed internally. Dealing with her was not his favorite thing to do. She was… way too mature looking. To be in his class. Because it was distracting to the other young men, of course. Of course.

He stared for a moment, mind wandering. Her friend however, noticed Marek’s stare and must have thought it a warning, for she tapped the girl on the shoulder. Her head came up immediately and she smiled warmly at Marek, tilting her head just slightly. He swallowed slightly and began again with the next portion of the lecture.

“So these four wizards go to a realtor, and you know, they ask for some land. Alright, just kidding. At this point in time, land is pretty much for the taking, minus a couple of nobles or peasants, and these are wizards! So hell, they’ll take the land if they want it. Well, maybe they asked the King of Scotland, seeing as how Scotland was a kingdom at that time, but we’re kind unclear on the details.” He shrugged his shoulder a bit to emphasis his point. “I guess what you’re supposed to write down and know is that they wanted to educate young wizards and so they built… wait for it… a school. Amazing, huh?”

Marek’s sarcasm was usually well received and probably a big part of why his students enjoyed his class. The girls typically giggled and the boys rolled their eyes a bit while chuckling. This time however, the end of his sentence was punctuated not by laughter, but by the rough opening of his class room door.

His eyes narrowed a bit as a missing student came into view and then his stomach tensed a bit as one of the female teachers finished his view.

"Dr. Ritter? I believe this belongs to you."

Marek grinned. She knew his name. “Call me Mak. And thank you for bringing this deviant scoundrel to my attention.”

The boy in question lowered his eyes to the floor, embarrassed as a few students laughed and the teacher made a quip about his rather improper behavior.

“If you could hold on a second,” he turned his attention to the majority of the classroom, “Okay kiddies, read the chapter about the oldest and major schools, give me a sentence that describes your intuitive feeling about each one, got it? Good. Class dismissed.”

There was a scramble to leave, as most students were finished for the day and more interesting things were to be had. The girl he’d worried about earlier walked up to his desk as though she was going to wait for him, and he told her to visit him in his office later. Probably not a good idea, but he was far more interested in talking to this new teacher and this was a perfect opportunity.

“Please, come in, so we can discuss the punishment for the truant crimes of this young man.”

Marek was never one to dance around what he wanted, so looking Jacqueline straight in the eyes, he added, “I’ve always felt that handcuffs were an appropriate punishment.” He wasn’t too worried about what the student would hear either. Individuals who were embarrassed and scared did not care too much about the conversations revolving around them. He seated himself behind his desk and waved his wand once so that a comfortable chair appeared for the lady. The student would have to resign himself to a desk.

[Jacqueline Blake]

Dr. Ritter excused the class the second the hour hand touched the roman numeral for one. Students were so busy trying to get out of class and talking amongst themselves that Jak herself was pushed a few times in their hurry to get out. It didn't hurt her at all, nor did it bother her much, it was just the fact that she was their elder (though not by much) and they weren't showing her nearly as much respect as they should have. The second the classroom was empty, her eyes wandered back over to the History professor, who requested that he be called Mak. Ironic, as she was to be called Jak. She may as well dismiss it and just call him by his last name anyway, but the less she used his name, the less it had to bother her.

After he'd finished speaking, she shook her head. "There's no need to discuss," she began, in a rather stern voice, looking down at the boy who seemed to be trembling with fear after hearing the word "handcuffs." It only amused the Quidditch coach because she was actually taller than him, though not by too much. "I've already assigned his punishment." Jak let go of the boy's shoulder, and he began to run out of the door. Within an instant, he was gone, hoping to hear no more, and only have his detention and reimbursement to look forward to.

Jak made her way over to the chair that Dr. Ritter had conjured for her, sitting in it slowly. "I merely wanted to bring to your attention that he had been missing your class to fuck his girlfriend and crash and break my broomstick afterwards. I'm sure you can imagine how painful that is to a professional player, am I right?" Quidditch was a huge thing in the wizarding world. Anybody with a drop of magic in them could feel the pain that a professional would feel upon seeing their pristine, game winning, faithful broom smashed to a million splinters. The woman rolled her eyes and crossed her legs instinctively, feeling rather exposed, as it was the first time that she hadn't been behind the desk in quite a while.

"Handcuffs are only appropriate in the police force," Jak began, her eyes trained on Mak's intently. She'd had too many kinky, drunken sexual experiences that involved handcuffs, and wanted something a bit more original than that. The first vibes that she had gotten from Dr. Ritter were that he was a more intelligent, less athletic, male version of herself. It was true, a comment about handcuffs probably would have escaped Jak's own lips had she been in his same situation, but she didn't feel it was right to say in front of a child waiting for punishment. The look in his eyes screamed that he was as much of a sex maniac as she was, and was waiting to make use of his office the same was Jak did, yet something held her back. It wasn't anything about his appearance, since he was attractive. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn't drunk off her ass, and it had been a while since she had had voluntary sex in a situation other than a drunken stupor.

[Marek Ritter]

Mak sighed and dramatically placed his chin in his hand as the quidditch professor informed him of the students previously selected punishment. That wasn’t any fun. He intended to let her know. It wasn’t often that he got to come up with ways to make students pay for dirty deeds and this silly student clearly needed a lesson in subtlety.

As Jacqueline lowered herself sexily into the chair he had conjured, Mak was careful to only cast a lingering glance. Not that he was trying to be subtle about his intentions or anything, but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

"I merely wanted to bring to your attention that he had been missing your class to fuck his girlfriend and crash and break my broomstick afterwards. I'm sure you can imagine how painful that is to a professional player, am I right?"

He grinned into his hand. Oh these students, reminding him of his young self. The grin vanished. Except that he’d been rather brilliant and as such, had never been caught. Really, what kind of stupid kid would hop on a unattended broom when they didn’t know how to fly and they were skiving off class? That just asked for trouble and trouble had been received.

Marek leaned back into his faded leather chair. “At least it was his girlfriend,” he joked, ignoring her bit about the pain of a broken broomstick for the moment.

"Handcuffs are only appropriate in the police force."

“Really? I thought they were good for all sorts of general punishment. Even punishment for being too sexy. Anyways. You really should have let me lend you a hand in straightening out that young man. It was my class he missed, after all, and he needs to learn some new tactics.” He laughed. “Would you care for anything to drink?”

He waved his wand and a coke appeared on the desk. Well, a coke with a splash of rum, but no one needed to know that.

((Sorry this sucks.))