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[jusitfy]Aeon gave a reassuring smile, knowing all too well those very feelings. This moment, a culmination of years worth of practice, was as exciting as it was terrifying. "Don't worry. You can do this. We wouldn't be here if I didn't think you were ready." He encouraged. With the dangers...

Aeon had been looking forward to today's session for a while. The change of scenery, the wide open space, it was all one step closer to the end of Felix's training, and he had to admit that he felt quite proud of the young man's progress. He apparated into the field, dressed lightly for the...

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Today was anything but a joyous occasion for Aeon. Most days weren't, since his son had been expelled from the school. He didn't get to witness him complete his NEWTs, to see him graduate, to see him in his final days of school, before he'd get to embark on his own life. There'd be no tearing up...

All Aeon could do was sit back and wait while Harper tried again. He had to ignore his own nerves - in fact, he seemed to be more nervous about the situation than his own student was. Despite how much he'd done to try and teach aspiring animagi, ultimately the success was up to them, and he was...

Aeon offered Harper a small thumbs up when she said she'd got it. "You got this." He reaffirmed, sitting back with his wand between his hands in case, merlin forbid, anything went wrong. There were a few quiet moments of nothing, and he waited with bated breath, until she gasped and spoke again...

Professor Summers had been busy prepping an outline for the day's training session before Harper arrived, which he'd handily clipped together with some more useful reading material. Animagi training was a long and grueling process, and he didn't miss his own training sessions as a student. It...

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Aeon could barely believe that Kalif was leaving the school. The Professor Kalif Styx, the man who'd taught him Herbology in his first year at the school. It was incomprehensible. Slytherin's long-standing Head of House was practically part of the castle's foundation after all this time. He'd...

The semester had been a busy one, with some of the added workloads, though Aeon had to say he didn't mind it. Tutoring Jordan had been rewarding in a sense, if not eye-opening. It was astounding how well some students hid how behind they were in their studies until it was almost too late to...

It was reassuring to hear that Jordan felt, if anything, a little more confident in himself. "You'll catch up in no time!" He agreed, though there was still a long road ahead of them. "Absolutely, we can carry on into next semester, or as long as you need to. My office is always open." He said...

Aeon subconsciously held his breath while the boy attempted the spell again. There was a tension in the air, a guilt creeping in the back of his mind that he'd been failing his student, not realising how much he'd been struggling in class. It was difficult to keep up with everyone in a room of...

This kind of discussion was not quite Aeon's forte, and he wiped as hand over his face as he considered how best to respond. As a student, he'd not endured the same kind of struggles in the learning department as Jordan appeared to. His friendships had been something of a mess, and he'd quit...

Aeon took a seat nearby the boy while he waited, clasping his hands quietly together. When Jordan did manage to transfigure the book, the results were less than stellar for his age. He held back a frown, and reached out to get a better look at the book box. "It's functional!" He noted...

Aeon raised his brows in surprise by the boys attempt. That was not entirely what he'd anticipated. "I have to admit, I expected a tortoise. This is..." He tried to find a word that was helpful. "Creative. It's creative! Let's try something else." He said. He tapped the weird, clucking, feathery...

The next Thursday rolled around sooner than Aeon had expected, and he'd had to come up with some last-minute prep work. He sat at his desk, scribbling notes, and glanced up when Jordie began to complain. He chuckled. "There's potions for that." He said, though he had to imagine that headache...