Remus Lupin (selenophobic) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-11-12 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, ezra fitz, remus lupin |
Who: Remus and Ezra.
What: A check-in between professor and student.
When: Mid-ish October (midterms).
Where: The university.
Rating/Warnings: Low / None.
Status: Complete.
The end was in sight for Remus. All he had to do now was one exam for a history course, and then he was home free until this semester’s finals. Which could come a lot sooner than they ought to. But before worrying about that, he had to get the results of everything else, which was how he found himself at the office of one of his professors. He knocked on the door and poked his head inside to see if Ezra was there.
“I hope I’m not interrupting?” he said, by way of announcing his presence. “I’m just here to grab that paper.”
Ezra was finishing up grading a group of tests from English 1A class when he heard a voice. He looked up to see who it was. “Oh no, come on in Mr. Lupin,” he said as he moved the stack of papers aside.
At the mention of grabbing his paper Ezra nodded opening a drawer where the papers for that particular class were met. It took him a moment to find Remus’ but once he did he frowned at the grade. Right, this hadn’t been the students best work. “Do you have a minute to talk?” he asked removing the paper from the drawer to hand over.
Oh. Never once had Remus ever been asked if he had a moment to talk with a professor. It was generally him doing the asking, and, for some reason, this situation made him nervous. Immediately he began to go through the entire semester so far to see if there was anything he had done to warrant trouble.
“Yes. Yes, of course,” he answered. He smiled, too, hoping to not betray his suddenly growing anxiety. “Is - Something the matter?”
Most other professors probably wouldn’t talk to a student over an A-. It was a very good grade after all. However he wasn’t used to Remus’ work being worth anything below an A. “Oh, no. Nothing’s the matter,” he assured his student fully aware of how uneasy he had become.
He slid the paper across his desk and motioned for Remus to take a seat. Perhaps that would make him more comfortable. “Your essay was great as usual. It just wasn’t up to your usual standards.”
“Oh.” Remus sat down, looking at the paper. It wasn’t terrible. But, no, it wasn’t a mark he usually got in this class. His fears vanished, though.
“Well … I suppose that this year is a bit more than I’d anticipated. Workload wise. I think I probably got distracted.”
Ezra nodded. It wasn’t the worst grade in the world. Most of his students would be happy with it. So he wasn’t going to make any bigger deal out of it. He just wanted to check it. “Well if you find yourself feeling overwhelmed or need help my door is always open. But you seem to manage quite well.” Still the offer was there. He tried his best to help his students succeed, at least the ones that he could tell wanted to and had a passion for literature. Remus fell into that category.
“That’s … Really great, actually. It’s very kind of you to offer.” There was sincerity in Remus’ voice. In the first year, professors had always been pretty helpful, but now they seemed to believe their students were more than self sufficient. So, yes, it was nice to know that professors existed who still wanted the well being of their students to be the focus.
“It’s not a problem,” Ezra replied with the same sincerity. Yes, he helped out his first year students. But sometimes it was beyond obvious they could care less about literature and were just interested in getting through the class for their general education. Of course he would still help those students out (Ezra knew some had a different calling), but he didn’t get quite as much enjoyment out of it.
“Is that … Is that everything?” In his hands, Remus twisted and untwisted his paper. A nervous habit, to be sure. “Not that I’m trying to hustle this conversation along!” he added, quickly. “But I’d hate to use up your time when you have so many other students and classes to worry about.”
“That’s all,” Ezra replied he could tell Remus was nervous and uncomfortable. “You’re free to go,” he added with a nod. After all Remus was right, there were plenty of other students he needed to see, with grades much worse than an A-.