Beginners Transfiguration

Solomon Mordaunt

Metamorphmagus • Apothecary Assistant
 
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134
Blood Status
Half Blood
Relationship Status
Single
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Wand
Gnarled 16 Inch Malleable Hemlock Wand with Hag Hair Core
Age
12/2029
While his previous tutoring sessions had been held in the library, Solomon grew bored of the scene, and the effort of trying to both keep quiet and teach practical magic at the same time. For the next child, he'd opted to instead host it in an empty classroom between periods, which turned out to be far more convenient due to its proximity to the Transfiguration storage cupboard, and various other relative supplies already left over in the classroom itself. Though. given the fact he was teaching a first year, there wasn't exactly much for them to need to utilise in the first place.

Drumming his fingers impatiently against the wooden surface of a front row desk, Solomon waited for his student to arrive, checking the time on his enchanted watch every so often, though he'd come early, so the boy he waited on wasn't yet considered late. With any luck, he wouldn't be. The less wasted time, the better, and Solomon's time was precious as it was.
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Patrick was unsure whether or not he really needed to get tutoring for subjects, but he figured the extra help would not go to waste. His father had thought it was a wonderful idea as soon as he heard about it and had forced the Hufflepuff to go forth with it. After all, if he didn't like it this year he knew that he didn't have to do it next year. Patrick's tutor had planned the session to be in a classroom held in between classes, and Patrick made sure he knew where it was beforehand so he didn't get lost. He made sure to check his pocket watch so he wasn't late either, and continued to do so on his way up to the fifth floor in search for the room. When he found it, the boy took a deep breath before opening the wooden door, hoping that he wasn't going to embarrass himself upon first meeting his tutor. A Slytherin boy was already in the room, drumming his fingers impatiently on the front desk, and Patrick looked at his pocket watch again. Thankfully, he wasn't as late as he thought he'd be. "Hello." he said. The French shoved the pocket watch back into the pocket of his robes and stood there with his arms behind his back. "It's nice to meet you."
 

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