Thread: A Young Witch's Lessons {darkest_fate&Zprimal}

RE Professorial Influence over Points darkestfateZprimal Gawain Ross had been contracted to Hogwarts, from a researcher of the relatively new Arcane Engines field to a professor in the field he was proficient in. Tall, dark haired, of germanic descent. Not that he particularly minded coming back to Hogwarts as a professor. It has been five years since he had graduated here. Interesting times to be completely wrapped in the cocoon which was the wizarding world. But every time he returned home, to his Muggle parents, he could not help but envy the Muggles and what was normal for them. Further searches found the Ministry's research committee, where he got hired shortly after graduating. His time there was eventful. After all, he considered hiding from Muggles to be pointless. In the end, this point of view was not shared with his collegues, and he reasoned that if he could not bring the wizarding world towards the Muggles, he would at the very least bring thir magic closer to that. He became heavily invested in a research regarding Arcane wells, which were amplified, compact versions of wands, shaped like small disks, set into the palm of magic users. Once the research had begun showing signs of progress and moved closer towards what they could call a completed research, research in the Arcane engineering field too accelerated, with increased funds and enthused wizards and witches joining the cause. Now with the Arcane wells completed, he was free to do further research at hogwarts as a professor. He was skeptical when the headmaster presented to him the idea of a new subject, Arcane Engineering. How would the students react to such a radical shift in tone? At first he decided to sit back and see what happened. But the results were positive, generally from Muggle-born students. This one student, had taken it upon herself to aid him for extra points, ten points per hour rounded up. He was not sure if she was there for the points or for the knowledge but either ways, it helped to have an aide in the lab. There was a muted knocking on the door, which he could hear while the artefacts were not roaring with life. Enter. In the lab, his office, were two large, heavy wooden tables which occupied the middle, placed parallel to each other. The first, furthest from the door was cluttered with all sorts of equipment, from handwritten tomes and notes to paused works. The air smelled faintly of burning due to the etching process used in this field. For now, he was working on some sort of vest, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Granger. Good, you are here. He pulled of his glove, relishing the short break this allowed him, I have not been asking this recently, but you know you should make sure that your work is done before helping here. This should be considered extra-curricular. Here, put this on. He set down the vest, wool with interlocking metallic bits, before her, still gripping it for a second longer, This vest is meant for Aurors, it is supposed to fit them through magic means and protect against the unforgivable curses. Do note that it does not do the latter just yet, I'm still working on it. He released it from his grasp. It constantly attempts to adjust itself, which means it could get a bit tight. Wear it and tell me how it feels.