Post by Gustav Lindberg on Jul 26, 2020 11:33:37 GMT 2
there's an art to life's distractions
As Gustav listened to the rain beating down on the soil outside on his way towards Dimitri's office, carefully juggling a tray of food and beverages in his hands, he let out a long-winded sigh. This was the fifth day in a row that the students would be couped up inside and he had no doubt that once they actually got out of bed... it would only be a matter of time before some drama exploded within the castle.
He had to admit - it was kind of amusing because the way the pre-teens and teenagers acted sometimes reminded him of his two little ones. Elias and Elsa also played up when they were bored and stuck inside all day, although typically they got up to no good by deciding to ride the dog or smear peanut butter over one another. The students here preferred drinking benders or setting off stink bombs in the bathroom, much to his annoyance. He preferred the teaching side of things, not having to deal with silly little incidences like those.
"Knock, knock. It's your house elf service," Gustav said dryly as he reached Dimitri's office, opening the door and pushing inside to set the tray on the table. It was a Saturday tradition now, to share breakfast together, and even though Gustav wouldn't admit it aloud... it had become somewhat of a highlight of his week. "Porridge is yours, as usual, and the kardemummabulle's mine so back off." With that said, Gustav took a seat and eagerly clutched the steaming mug of coffee into his hands. "How are your classes going so far?"
Post by Dimitri Sorokin on Oct 19, 2020 12:23:15 GMT 2
The pounding rain showed no sign of letting up as Dimitri leaned on a window to look out onto the grounds below. The lack of familiar rumble and growl from the sky indicated to him that today would be a difficult day to keep all the children inside, and all the water outside. The soil would be laden with the burden of the 5 days worth of rain, turning to mud and refusing to absorb anything else. He wondered if there'd be any casualties on the tree front, whether this would be the storm that brought down one of the old trees, or drown a seedling. The professor stood up as Gustav announced himself, deciding to keep the window open knowing that the water repelling charms were centuries old and unlikely to suddenly cause an issue.
The crow's feet around Dimitri's eyes became more pronounced as he gave a welcoming smile to his coworker, his friend. He gave a noncommittal hum in response to Gustav's announcement that he was Dimitri's personal house elf, knowing- or well- feeling that the Transfiguration teacher enjoyed their weekly shared breakfast. He gave a single nod and slid into his chair as the porridge was placed in front of him, giving a quiet, "Thanks Gus, I'm very grateful for my personal delivery service." He took account of Gustav's own breakfast, Swedish pastries that Dimitri was certain were an acquired taste, "You can keep all those kardemummabulles to yourself, I don't mind in the slightest." There was an edge of teasing in his voice that came with the familiarity of two friends.
He considered his own coffee, one he'd brewed in his office, half drunk already and far too milky, as he considered Gus' question. "I suppose they've been fine. A lot of students appear to have neglected their studies over the summer, which I'm sure they will come to regret in about a week when we launch into new work. I won't be caught revising topics we well and truly covered last year." For all this bluster, Dimitri wouldn't turn down requests for help or tutoring from his students, but he was of the firm opinion that he had too much to teach in his class to go over and review former topics. "It's similar for you, yes? Even more so I'd expect with Transfiguration being the kind of subject that all further teachings are based on the basics." Dimitri had never had the magic skill to be great at the subject, and he admired that a man much younger than he was so adept at is to teach it to the new generation of children. Words: 441 Tags: Gustav Lindberg
Post by Gustav Lindberg on Nov 15, 2020 4:10:00 GMT 2
The quiet response from Dimitri, thanking him for his personal delivery, had Gus giving the man a noncommittal shrug. But it reminded him of why he was friends with the other professor - he wasn't overbearingly loud like some, and he wasn't arrogant like other certain professors could be, the ones who rubbed him the wrong way. Of course, in the past, Gustav had some people label him as such - arrogant. He was inclined to disagree with that, however. He was self-assured and confident, especially when it came to the art of Transfiguration, but he was never smarmy with his knowledge. He could even admit when he was wrong - although those times were few and far between. He supposed though… his demeanor was never taken correctly. His wife often informed him that he was hard to read. "Here I was, getting ready to defend my kardemummabulles to the death," Gus replied dryly. He personally wasn't about to accept eating porridge for breakfast. That was something he only did at home and only because he wanted to set a good example for his little ones. They didn't need to know that in actuality, he tended to chow down on pastries every day for breakfast at work.
"Watching the older students scramble for answers in textbooks they should have read over the summer gives me a bit of joy for the first few weeks. They only have themselves to blame," Gustav said with an amused little chuckle into his coffee. He supposed it was cruel but the first few weeks back after the holidays were rocky as the students readjusted to school life, therefore he'd take any chance of amusement he could get. "Revising topics for a new year is certainly taking it far too easily on them - I feel like so many of the new professors don't seem to realise they're young adults, not toddlers. We need to treat them as such. If we don't give students the responsibility to take their learning into their own hands, how will they ever know how to? Surely it's better to start sooner rather than later."
Gus nodded at the question posed to him, answering, "All advanced spells in Transfiguration use the basics, you're correct, and I feel like in order to maintain the basics… the students need to practice them, over and over. If they suddenly forget or can't master them, then unfortunately their future in Transfiguration is limited until they get a handle on them." It was the same as any other subject, he suspected, although… it was important to note that Gus didn't just leave his students to flounder. If a student was struggling in his classes, he put aside time after classes to help them. He wanted everyone to succeed, to take everything they could from his teachings. But they needed to want to learn as well, or all the knowledge he taught them was for nought. "Do you have many students enrolled in Ancient Studies? Any… new students? I wonder if they learned similar topics to those you teach at their other schools."
Post by Dimitri Sorokin on Nov 22, 2020 12:33:27 GMT 2
Dimitri gave a quiet laugh in response to Gustav's comment about watching the students scramble to do work they should have done previously. "It happens just before exams too, they get too caught up in being teenagers." There wasn't a hint of judgement in his voice; he approved of Gustav's enjoyment in the consequences. He was also well aware the Gus took the time to help his students, much like Dimi did. "Some kids catch on, the rare few." He mused, knowing there were exceptions in their generalisations and wanting to acknowledge the hard work of a handful of remarkable students. The older professor pursued his lips and leaned his head side to side as if weighing up his next few words. "I definitely agree with you about the fourth years and upwards. Those that plan to pursue further learning desperately need to learn how to take their own education into our hands. I can only teach so much in our little lessons." He grumbled with little bitterness. "The little ones, though? If they even do their summer homework, I'm surprised, let alone actually studying."
He quietened down, focusing on Gus' face as he spoke about Transfiguration. Nodding, he recognised that this was familiar knowledge to him, but it had definitely been quite a few years since he revised any hard Transfiguration spells. "Sounds like you not only need to have power for Transfiguration but the ability to study as well. I commend you; I was never particularly skilled in that area. Ancient Studies is one of those very text-heavy classes. I'm sure you remember better than I remember my classes." It wasn't as if Dimitri noticed very often, but there was an almost 10-year difference between the friends.
He shook his head briefly, "Enough about work, how is your family? How are Elias and Elsa? They must be almost four now, right? It must have been lovely to spend some time with them over the holidays." He smiles softly. He knew it was peculiar for him not to have settled down, but he'd never really found the right person. Sure, he'd had a few long term partnerships, but never really clicked with anyone long term. It wasn't like he was a pureblood needing heirs anyway, he planned to let life take him where it will. Gustav Lindberg