- Messages
- 444
- OOC First Name
- Camilla
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Not Looking)
- Wand
- Straight 15" Ash Wand, Essence of Mermaid Scale
- Age
- 43
Gabrielle had tutored before. But she'd never been a professor before. Her mouth still couldn't really get the words out. 'Professor Moncrieffe'. It still sounded so foreign to her, like she was looking in a mirror and seeing someone completely different in the reflection. But she knew she was qualified enough for this, she wouldn't have applied (much less got the job) if she wasn't qualified. And it wasn't like she was a kid taking on her first job. Goodness only knew, she was already at least ten years older than some of the other professors. Not that she wanted to admit that much...and without realizing it, she found herself glancing at a reflective surface, checking for errant grey hairs that poked their way through. She hadn't expected to feel simultaneously inexperienced and yet old at the same time.
Still, there was no use moping about it. Tossing her hair back, she sat down at the desk, trying to ignore the feeling that she was on the wrong side and should have been on the other side presenting a thesis to a lecturer instead. Instead, she busied herself looking over class notes, a frown crossing her face. They were a bit barebones, possibly outdated, but she'd just have to make it work. In the meantime, she'd just have to use her age and the experience she did have to offer extra learning opportunities to students if they did want to take further study. Perhaps it wasn't as exciting as advanced Charms or Defense to most students, but who was she to discourage further learning? She'd only spent most of the last twenty or so years undertaking her own, after all.
Although, tea was looking far more alluring than class notes for the moment...
Still, there was no use moping about it. Tossing her hair back, she sat down at the desk, trying to ignore the feeling that she was on the wrong side and should have been on the other side presenting a thesis to a lecturer instead. Instead, she busied herself looking over class notes, a frown crossing her face. They were a bit barebones, possibly outdated, but she'd just have to make it work. In the meantime, she'd just have to use her age and the experience she did have to offer extra learning opportunities to students if they did want to take further study. Perhaps it wasn't as exciting as advanced Charms or Defense to most students, but who was she to discourage further learning? She'd only spent most of the last twenty or so years undertaking her own, after all.
Although, tea was looking far more alluring than class notes for the moment...