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imperturbatus2015-11-21 11:01 pm
fireredspear) wrote in imperturbatus2015-11-21 11:01 pm
Teaching / Quidditch League / Free time
A) LESSONS - Class time, Privates (ooc: Put into one, so you can respond with first years as well as non AU charas, who might wanna give it a try, but don't feel like attending class with a bunch of 11 years old.)
[Teaching first years only was admittedly fun, but it came in hand with long breaks during the day and generally without much things to do to prepare the lessons, so Sano tended to have a lot of time on his hands. But this year it seemed a little different. There were many late students, who had never had flown a broom before, who would ask him for private lessons. And thanks to the masquerade, there were students interested in dancing as well. Which he might not have a professional certificate for, but he was good enough for honing their skills.
And then there were of course the Quidditch teams, who all had ended up with a lot of new members this years - if not completely newly founded, and sheesh what had Ravenclaw honestly been thinking? - who would sometimes ask for his advice, or to oversee their training.
In the end his long hours in between had filled out quite well.
And the first years were slowly getting the hang of it as well. They have started on the entire concept of "vertical movement" - how to get higher and higher, without p*ssing your pants, really - and so far it was... well, no one had fallen off yet.
And his plan was to get them as high as possible, inch by inch, if he had to.]
OK class, today I want you to try and get as high as the fifth storey! Just keep up what we've been practicing. Any questions?
[Thus he kept applying the carrot and stick policy during class, and afterwards head over to whatever private lessons he was having next, trademark smile ever-present on his face. Teaching was fun.]
B) A PUBLIC PLACE (anywhere) - Reading the Daily Prophet be like...
[In spite of not playing anymore - not being able to - Sano liked to keep himself up to date with how his old team was doing. When he had just quit the sport, it was something that he had liked to torture himself with, but also something that had helped him to let go. Nowadays it was just something he wanted to know, even though lately it caused him more grief than joy.]
Seriously 150:140? what's up with that score?!!!
[Had their Keeper been asleep or what?! And what had the Chasers been doing?! This way they'd lose against the Montrose Magpies, which was their next match, and Sano would have to listen to the Headmistress gloat - anyone who didn't believe him Minerva McGonagall could gloat, was either blind, or just failed to see that inner victorious smirk on her face - for WEEKS. Not to mention it would make the Kestrels fall another seat in the table.]
Please don't lose to the Magpies...
[Sano mutters and closes the newspaper with a sigh, his hand subconsciously massaging his lower stomach. Seriously, times like these, he wished he still could play. If only to substitue one game, to help them get their sh*t together.]
C) WILDCARD - Quidditch training, chilling, drinking, other
[Other than his class and inside the castle, near a cosy fireplace, Sano can mostly be found in his room, office - yes he has one! -, or on the quidditch pitch.
The season would start soon, so the teams wanted to get in as much training in as possible. The first match was scheduled to december, the tryouts were knocking on the door and there was the Ravenclaw issue, thus there was always someone practicing, or flying around where they shouldn't be flying around, so he had sometimes had a tough time.
In spite of his less busy schedule, there were times when he was just happy to sit down with a drink, or the newest issue of the Daily Prophet, or just cuddle up in a cosy chair, or his bed, hoping that no one would knock on his door in the next hour or two.
Not that he'd be always that lucky.]
[Teaching first years only was admittedly fun, but it came in hand with long breaks during the day and generally without much things to do to prepare the lessons, so Sano tended to have a lot of time on his hands. But this year it seemed a little different. There were many late students, who had never had flown a broom before, who would ask him for private lessons. And thanks to the masquerade, there were students interested in dancing as well. Which he might not have a professional certificate for, but he was good enough for honing their skills.
And then there were of course the Quidditch teams, who all had ended up with a lot of new members this years - if not completely newly founded, and sheesh what had Ravenclaw honestly been thinking? - who would sometimes ask for his advice, or to oversee their training.
In the end his long hours in between had filled out quite well.
And the first years were slowly getting the hang of it as well. They have started on the entire concept of "vertical movement" - how to get higher and higher, without p*ssing your pants, really - and so far it was... well, no one had fallen off yet.
And his plan was to get them as high as possible, inch by inch, if he had to.]
OK class, today I want you to try and get as high as the fifth storey! Just keep up what we've been practicing. Any questions?
[Thus he kept applying the carrot and stick policy during class, and afterwards head over to whatever private lessons he was having next, trademark smile ever-present on his face. Teaching was fun.]
B) A PUBLIC PLACE (anywhere) - Reading the Daily Prophet be like...
[In spite of not playing anymore - not being able to - Sano liked to keep himself up to date with how his old team was doing. When he had just quit the sport, it was something that he had liked to torture himself with, but also something that had helped him to let go. Nowadays it was just something he wanted to know, even though lately it caused him more grief than joy.]
Seriously 150:140? what's up with that score?!!!
[Had their Keeper been asleep or what?! And what had the Chasers been doing?! This way they'd lose against the Montrose Magpies, which was their next match, and Sano would have to listen to the Headmistress gloat - anyone who didn't believe him Minerva McGonagall could gloat, was either blind, or just failed to see that inner victorious smirk on her face - for WEEKS. Not to mention it would make the Kestrels fall another seat in the table.]
Please don't lose to the Magpies...
[Sano mutters and closes the newspaper with a sigh, his hand subconsciously massaging his lower stomach. Seriously, times like these, he wished he still could play. If only to substitue one game, to help them get their sh*t together.]
C) WILDCARD - Quidditch training, chilling, drinking, other
[Other than his class and inside the castle, near a cosy fireplace, Sano can mostly be found in his room, office - yes he has one! -, or on the quidditch pitch.
The season would start soon, so the teams wanted to get in as much training in as possible. The first match was scheduled to december, the tryouts were knocking on the door and there was the Ravenclaw issue, thus there was always someone practicing, or flying around where they shouldn't be flying around, so he had sometimes had a tough time.
In spite of his less busy schedule, there were times when he was just happy to sit down with a drink, or the newest issue of the Daily Prophet, or just cuddle up in a cosy chair, or his bed, hoping that no one would knock on his door in the next hour or two.
Not that he'd be always that lucky.]
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[He laughs a little mischievously.]
At least I don't remember anyone, or anything saying I can't. Besides, it's not like I wouldn't lend it to the other seekers, for training purposes.
[Practice made it perfect. They needed practice. And as seekers they could practice alone. It was okay, right? Ah well, if it wasn't he'd just listen to the Headmistress rant, maybe get his pay docked for a while. He'd survive.]
It's okay if it's just for one day.
[He walks to the cabinet few feet away and opening it, he pulls out the small wooden chest, that every student knows. It's the chest the appears before every match. He gets the snitch and after locking the rest of the balls away again, hands it to Hikaru.]
Here. If you lose it, or it escapes you, tell me.
[Referees had the privilege of being able to call it back with the summoning charm.]
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Making sure it's tight within her fingers she looks up at Sano.]
One day then! I'll return it by nightfall!
[Assuming she isn't late in chasing it down.]
Thank you again.
[She's really excited.]
Oh, can I go to the field? Or is a team scheduled to practice today?
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Or if it gets too late, you can return it in the morning.
[He ruffles her hair, not able to resist the urge. She's too cute right now.]
You're welcome.
[At the question he has to think for a second.]
I don't think so. The field should be free, unless someone's training privately, or hanging out.
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I'll go check then.
Thanks again.
[She takes her broom, the snitch and the book with her and heads from the room and down towards the field.]