|Charlie Weasley (tamethebeast) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-02-04 18:07:00
|Entry tags:||!1998: 02, !complete, charlie weasley, ginny weasley|
WHO: Charlie Weasley | Ginny Weasley
WHEN: Thursday, 04 February 1998
WHERE: Charlie's office
WHAT: Ginny and Charlie have a bit of a chat.
I hate grading papers, he thought, mulling over a quiz he gave that morning to the sixth years, whose marks fell all over from one spectrum to the other. He considered scrapping the quiz all together, thinking it unfair to give a few of the students no marks when he knew they were smart. Charlie recognised that students only took his class as a filler, and that was fine with him—he was only at Hogwarts as a professor teaching Care of Magical Creatures because McGonagall wanted as many Order members present as possible. Charlie's heart and loyalties lied with the Order and his role in the war, so he had no room to fight a student's disinterest in his class.
Of course, that did not mean he was not teaching with a fire and a passion for the subject. Charlie very much enjoyed teaching about animals, moreso than he thought he would. If he could stay a dragon keeper and teach, Charlie would have likely found a perfectly satisfied life.
"What?" he mumbled, trying to read what a student wrote. "Did they write with their feet? What does that say?" Charlie remembered his own handwriting and how often he was reminded that most of it was difficult to decipher.
Yawning a bit, Charlie was determined to finish grading the papers. He wanted a weekend free from obligation to roam around and, perhaps, get away from the castle.