Recent content by Professor Ioan Finch

The professor had eagerly agreed to be the chaperone for the Brew Crew's event. He sat on a stool in the corner, there to be helpful but to allow the students to do their thing, enjoy their time, and hopefully come out with a success potion at the end. And if they didn't, well that was why he...

Name: Ioan Finch Subject: Potions Years Taught: 1-4

"Truer words have never been spoken. Your mother is wise." Professor Finch had just been walking by when he'd heard the young girl's words and he couldn't stop himself from responding. He looked just over her shoulders at the table and the sign that introduced 'The Brew Crew.' He read...

The man glanced at his son-in-law and frowned. Children these days had no respect for tradition, he thought to himself before grimacing. He sounded like his dear ol' dad. That was not something he ever thought would happen. "That would be too easy. Chaos, what can you tell me about the...

Ioan wished that they didn't have to wear these stupid hooded cloaks. The hood was so heavy and rested so low on his head that he felt the smoke from his potion wafting up into his face and creating an almost suffocating feeling. It was making him slightly lightheaded, but he was too deep in...

The first debate had been interesting, especially because his name had been brought up. Ioan hadn't been expecting that though really he shouldnt have been so surprised. On his daily walk around the park, the Potioneer was intrigued to see that one of the candidates was hosting an event. He...

Ioan didn't frequent Bleak Street to the same degree he once had. He'd lived there for ages with his ex-wife, and although that was quite some time ago the film of grime and filth that permeated the shop windows seemed exactly the same. No more or less. The man had been shopping for a while...

The more she spoke, the more intrigued Ioan grew. The man turned his full attention to the table now, squaring off so he could take a look. The leaves she had new her hands looked healthy, he'd need a closer look but was sure he didn't need those. It was a good sign, however. "A few...

Ioan was something of a recluse these days, at least compared to his previous behavior. Most of it was related to his trauma, the migraines he had as a result often made it easier to just remain indoors with the curtains drawn. He had his girlfriend for company, and his potions. There was...

Ioan Finch woke up slowly as was his way. His eyes remained closed, expecting to take in the familiar sounds of his home, the creaks and rattles of an old home that were comforting. Ioan had hated the noise when he had first moved in, the old home on Bleak Street a far cry from the bachelor pad...

Putting away his wand was not one of Ioan Finch's best ideas, and he really should have known better with the people before him. But he had not expected that one of the men would dare to outright attack an Auror with no cause, with nothing to gain from the moment. Because there was nothing to...

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Being trailed by one auror had been bad enough, though he had settled into a routine. Though it could never have become normal to him, it had been quite regular in its schedule. It had allowed him to learn the distance he could travel without being pursued. In these last days of the...

Ioan didn't bother to dignify Yevheniy's statement about his ability as a leader with a comment or reaction. He knew the work that he had been doing for his group and for the Scitorari as a whole was valuable and important. Yevheniy was a child who had never grown into a man, continuing to...