07-18-2022, 08:16 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-18-2022, 08:16 AM by Gwen Moore.)
Gwen was surprised by Astrid's somewhat abrupt departure. Then again, the woman's plate was empty and she likely had much to do to prepare for their first day. And since Godric had defense class today, it was probably best Astrid be prepared for injuries. While technically, he was only supposed to be talking today, with maybe a few personal demonstrations, her brother had a slight tendency for impulsive behavior. He might change his mind and start testing the students in his own way, which could have some interesting and possibly damaging results. But his passion for his areas of expertise were part of what made her love him.
Turning back to her breakfast, Gwen stared at her parritch a bit before taking another bite while, in her head, she began planning out what she was going to say and how to say it properly to introduce her students to the wonderful world of the written word.
Her most worrisome aspect was that, with some of the faces she was seeing at the breakfast table, a good many of her students didn't look that much younger than she was. Who was she to teach them when she could easily be one of their numbers? It was the only part of this that made her nervous - to be honest. How would they react to her? Would they listen or just dismiss her because of her youth? With the others, there was at least a decade between the eldest students and Ladies Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Plus, their reputations were prime whereas they made up half of the founders of this institution. Who was she in comparison to them?
Guess there was nothing else she could do but go into this with a positive and hopeful attitude that everything would turn out right, just like she did with every other endeavor she undertook. Of course, those usually only reflected on her family. This...this was important. Everything she did didn't just reflect on Godric but the entire quartet and the school itself. It simply didn't compare...
Turning back to her breakfast, Gwen stared at her parritch a bit before taking another bite while, in her head, she began planning out what she was going to say and how to say it properly to introduce her students to the wonderful world of the written word.
Her most worrisome aspect was that, with some of the faces she was seeing at the breakfast table, a good many of her students didn't look that much younger than she was. Who was she to teach them when she could easily be one of their numbers? It was the only part of this that made her nervous - to be honest. How would they react to her? Would they listen or just dismiss her because of her youth? With the others, there was at least a decade between the eldest students and Ladies Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Plus, their reputations were prime whereas they made up half of the founders of this institution. Who was she in comparison to them?
Guess there was nothing else she could do but go into this with a positive and hopeful attitude that everything would turn out right, just like she did with every other endeavor she undertook. Of course, those usually only reflected on her family. This...this was important. Everything she did didn't just reflect on Godric but the entire quartet and the school itself. It simply didn't compare...
