Thread: The Dirty Part of Physics [ClockworkCadence ║ Ryees]

The next morning brought soft light filtering through the window of Olivias bedroom and a dull ache on the back of her hand. Blue eyes squinted against the brightness of the world as she pulled herself out of unconsciousness, glancing down at the odd source of pain only to be greeted with a single word beginning to scab on her gently tanned skin. Yesthats right. The memories of yesterday began to flow back into her awakening mind, the determination shed felt coming back to her full force and inspiring her to crawl out of bed. Shed taken on a challenge that seemed to loom bigger than any shed ever faced. And today, she was more than ready to face it head on. The trip back to the winding halls of the Ministry was a bit more comfortable than last time, the slightest bit of familiarity starting to form in the back of her mindthough the ride on the lifts werent any less terrifying. A few prominent landmarks had guided her muted footsteps, offering a gentle smile to the people she passed. Many seemed too focused on their destination or the papers they shuffled through while trying not to collide with anyone, but a few returned her wordless greeting. It was definitely a different atmosphere here compared to a few of the other places shed been sent towork over relations was the apparent hierarchy of things. Not that she could blame themthe Ministry here was one of the most efficient shed ever seen. That sort of achievement took a lot of hard work. Department of International Magical Cooperation. The clear and almost harsh voice rang out as the lift clanged to a stop, the foreign woman stepping once again into unknown territory. The layout was a bit similar to her explorations of the second level the other day, but it had still taken her a bit of time to find the correct room. In a twisted sort of way, she wished her room would have announced its presence with a scary bout of laughter as Professor Sherlins had. But unfortunately, she had to find it the good old fashioned way by glancing at passing brass nameplates until one finally stuck out O. HUDSON LIAISON OF AURORS. It surprised her that they had labeled this space specifically for herher assigned areas were usually only a few months worth of work, at most, before she was shipped out to another location. Normally, any label for her office just started at the liaisonwere they expecting her stay to be longer than usual, or was this just the British way of making her feel welcome? Either way, she entered the cozy, small room with appreciation and excitementthere was so much to learn from this place, lessons that she could spread across the globe and share with Aurors everywhere, vastly improving their overall operations, training programs, and skills. They had given her a few days to get situated, but soon shed be expected to report on her new assignment and what shes gathered thus far. A report that would undoubtedly be filled with information regarding the class she now made her way to, after dropping off a few papers shed acquired as a part of her research on how things operated here. The class of the ever-enigmatic Professor Sherlin, with his bizarre teaching methods slowly revealing themselves to be one of the most practicalyet potentially unethicalapproaches that shed ever seen. He wascurious. He explored aspects of defense that were hardly ever considered, in ways that were surprisingly thought-provoking and useful. If he proved to be effective, shed have a hell of a time trying to relate her findings to her colleagues. Yet with that effectiveness, the caveat of attrition had to be addressedshe had found her seat in class again, the only one plainly displaying the answer etched on her hand. The rest of the students seemed much more apprehensive about sharing their decision, wearing gloves to veil their word or carefully positioning their hand to either be covered or pointing away from everyone towards the wall. Some of these people wouldnt continue past todaythe rest would form a wordless pact amongst each other, deciding for better or for worse to stick together and find the true worth of the long and challenging journey ahead. That group of students would become known soonbut for now, they all sat in tense silence, unsure of what to do while they waited their turn. Olivia herself felt a little uncomfortable with the tension, shifting in her seat as she decided to make productive use of her time with a notebook and pen finding their way onto her desk. Now was a good a time as any to begin writing her initial report. She fished out a strawberry leftover from her breakfast from a container in her bag, popping it into her mouth as she began a thoughtful analysis of yesterday until a low grumble from her right caused her to turn, meeting the Armadillo of Honor eye-to-beady-eye. Curious, she procured another strawberry and laid it carefully in front of the creature, watching with interest as it slowly approached the red fruit and rolled into a ball with it, the armadillo orb perfectly still as stone and the food hidden from sight. After a few seconds of a concerned stare, she decided the armadillo was probably okay, so she turned her attention back to her writing. Professor M. Sherlins Advanced Defense class may perhaps end up teaching the most valuable information I might encounter here, especially when it comes to aspects typically overlooked in your average lessons. The premise appears to be defense no matter the circumstance, broadening the utility of combat readiness to an impressively wide yet crucial scope, considering the dangers of the world arent always an obvious, black-and-white sort of ordeal. While very unorthodox and perhaps morally questionable, this class simulates the very real possibility of unexpected surprises in the real worldsomething that every witch and wizard should be prepared to face, yet were seldom given the tools and knowledge we need in order to do so. Professor Sherlin has the answer to that sorely lacking aspect of our curriculum. He is Her pen paused here, mind reeling as she tried to decide upon a suitable word. odd practical highly intelligent Her focus shifted as she noticed movement out of the corner of her eyethe armadillo had unrolled itself, looking slightly less like it hated life and everything in it. Curiously, there was no trace the strawberry had ever existedno juice, not even one seed left behind in its wake, almost as if the creature had just absorbed it. And judging by the fact that its mouth didnt look capable of opening, this was probably what happened. Why it happened, though, was anyones guess. scary unpredictable indescribable Her mind hovered on that last word, feeling it was the best fit despite being the vaguest of them all. Yet that was what Sherlin wassomeone that people had to experience , because words just couldnt do him justice. Last edited Jun 13, 2018