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Who: Professor Templeton Morse, Hawthorne and Mikhail Nikitin, Regina Beulen
What: Thorn screws up pretty badly and the parents are called in.
Where: Professor Morse's office
When: Backdated a bit. Tuesday October 18th, evening.
Rating: Mostly SFW
Thorn was probably the worst TA in the history of Dresden's University program.
Professor Morse knew what he was getting himself into, but he didn't think Hawthorne would test his patience so early in the year.
Telling a student that he once got an erection (and that wasn't the word Thorn used) from sniffing Amortentia potion... It wasn't just crossing the line. It could be viewed as sexual harassment and lead to a whole bunch of problems for the school.
Hawthorne was immediately removed from class, sent directly to his dorm and told to meet Professor Morse at his office later in the evening. When he did finally amble around to the office he was completely dismayed to find his mother and father sitting in the chairs across from Morse's desk.
He swallowed hard and took a third chair, which put him between Morse and his parents, closer to the wall than the door and probably placed there on purpose.
"I have informed your parents of the breach in decorum you exhibited in class today. Professor Best has informed me that you are no longer welcome to be his teaching assistant."
Thorn paled considerably, put his hand over his mouth to prevent even the tiniest squeak of dismay from coming out.
"I agree that Hawthorne has acted... Disagreeably," his mother began, frowning at the boy who had been a handful the whole length of his life. Despite her best efforts he was still making a grand mess of things. "But is there nothing he can do to rectify the situation?"
Morse looked between Gina Beulan and her son and back to Mikhail Niktin who had been mostly silent during this process. He understood the pressure Hawthorne was under to stay in University. He was the sort of student that wouldn't work at any other school; Dresden was his best option to grow a bit more before jumping into the outside world. He hadn't matured enough, though his brush with the NYAW office this summer had certainly scared him into behaving better.
Templeton Morse was going to have to find a way to make this work. His colleague, Gerard would most certainly not take the boy back into his classroom. And Thorn wasn't skilled enough yet in the higher level potions that he worked on with Morse in the late afternoons to even attempt assisting in his classes.
"The teaching assistant position is a requirement to study at Dresden. Your son isn't yet prepared to assist me in my advanced classes, though I can assure you that his learning is coming along beautifully." Morse thought it best to stash a compliment among all the bad.
Thorn was looking down; he couldn't bear to see the disappointment on his mother's face. Mikhail was spending more time looking at Gina; she'd always been more in charge of Thorn's schooling. As a parent, Misha tended to take a back seat. Gina however was focused entirely on Morse. This was the man who could make her break her son's academic career.
"I will have to speak with the headmistress and Nathaniel Dawkins to see if we can't come to some other arrangement. Perhaps Hawthorne can assist in a class outside of his university field of study." It was a long shot, but Morse saw how important this was to Thorn's mother, and perhaps even to Thorn himself.
"He will be serving detention for the next two weeks," though that was entirely par for the course and perhaps didn't need to be said, "and Dr. Dawkins has asked to speak with Thorn in a professional counseling capacity." Between the group of them they could straighten Thorn out, at least Morse hoped.
Gina huffed a bit and turned to her son. "Do you understand what your professor is trying to do for you?" she asked him.
Thorn nodded, not daring to look up yet. Morse had already gone out on a limb for him with the wand debacle. This was something else entirely.
"Do you?" Gina asked again.
"I do," he replied, looking up and finding his mother's face was full of fury, but there was hope too. He nodded again as if to assure her that he'd try really hard not to fuck this up again. He didn't have many more second chances, if he had any left at all.
Gina turned back to Morse and stretched her hand across the desk. "I appreciate everything you're trying to do to keep my son in school. I know he hasn't always been..." she paused. "Well I appreciate it," she finished deciding not to drag Thorn through the mud anymore. It had never done either of them any good. She rose and cast another furtive glance back at Thorn. "I expect you to keep us informed of the situation," she instructed.
Mikhail stood behind her and as she bustled out the door he stepped closer to his son. Thorn stood to meet his father who very gently punched his arm. "You know, Thorn, maybe... I don't know. Try to stay out of trouble?"
Thorn took a little breath. "Yeah, dad. I'll try."
Mikhail followed his wife out to wait in the hallway until Morse was properly finished with their son. At the very least they could walk him back to his dorm, even if it was going to be a silent and tension filled amble.
"I'm really sorry, Professor Morse," Thorn tried, turning to the teacher who continually went above and beyond for him.
"Hawthorne, I know you've been trying. I've been impressed with your study in potions, but you can't keep making these ridiculous mistakes. You're a university student now. You have to embrace that and start acting appropriately."
Morse sat back down because he didn't have much else to say to Hawthorne. "You won't be going back to Professor Best's classroom. In the meantime I expect you to spend that time in the spare potions lab working on your lessons. I imagine the headmistress will let you finish out the semester, but I'm not entirely certain we can come to a compromise about allowing you to continue in the spring."
Thorn nodded, trying to push down the horrible knot in his stomach. "Is that all?"
"Yes, Hawthorne, that's all." Morse was sad more than disappointed at this dismissal. He watched Thorn walk out of his office with slumped shoulders, a defeated step that seemed to stay in the room even once the boy was gone. This was a fine mess he had to sort out.
What: Thorn screws up pretty badly and the parents are called in.
Where: Professor Morse's office
When: Backdated a bit. Tuesday October 18th, evening.
Rating: Mostly SFW
Thorn was probably the worst TA in the history of Dresden's University program.
Professor Morse knew what he was getting himself into, but he didn't think Hawthorne would test his patience so early in the year.
Telling a student that he once got an erection (and that wasn't the word Thorn used) from sniffing Amortentia potion... It wasn't just crossing the line. It could be viewed as sexual harassment and lead to a whole bunch of problems for the school.
Hawthorne was immediately removed from class, sent directly to his dorm and told to meet Professor Morse at his office later in the evening. When he did finally amble around to the office he was completely dismayed to find his mother and father sitting in the chairs across from Morse's desk.
He swallowed hard and took a third chair, which put him between Morse and his parents, closer to the wall than the door and probably placed there on purpose.
"I have informed your parents of the breach in decorum you exhibited in class today. Professor Best has informed me that you are no longer welcome to be his teaching assistant."
Thorn paled considerably, put his hand over his mouth to prevent even the tiniest squeak of dismay from coming out.
"I agree that Hawthorne has acted... Disagreeably," his mother began, frowning at the boy who had been a handful the whole length of his life. Despite her best efforts he was still making a grand mess of things. "But is there nothing he can do to rectify the situation?"
Morse looked between Gina Beulan and her son and back to Mikhail Niktin who had been mostly silent during this process. He understood the pressure Hawthorne was under to stay in University. He was the sort of student that wouldn't work at any other school; Dresden was his best option to grow a bit more before jumping into the outside world. He hadn't matured enough, though his brush with the NYAW office this summer had certainly scared him into behaving better.
Templeton Morse was going to have to find a way to make this work. His colleague, Gerard would most certainly not take the boy back into his classroom. And Thorn wasn't skilled enough yet in the higher level potions that he worked on with Morse in the late afternoons to even attempt assisting in his classes.
"The teaching assistant position is a requirement to study at Dresden. Your son isn't yet prepared to assist me in my advanced classes, though I can assure you that his learning is coming along beautifully." Morse thought it best to stash a compliment among all the bad.
Thorn was looking down; he couldn't bear to see the disappointment on his mother's face. Mikhail was spending more time looking at Gina; she'd always been more in charge of Thorn's schooling. As a parent, Misha tended to take a back seat. Gina however was focused entirely on Morse. This was the man who could make her break her son's academic career.
"I will have to speak with the headmistress and Nathaniel Dawkins to see if we can't come to some other arrangement. Perhaps Hawthorne can assist in a class outside of his university field of study." It was a long shot, but Morse saw how important this was to Thorn's mother, and perhaps even to Thorn himself.
"He will be serving detention for the next two weeks," though that was entirely par for the course and perhaps didn't need to be said, "and Dr. Dawkins has asked to speak with Thorn in a professional counseling capacity." Between the group of them they could straighten Thorn out, at least Morse hoped.
Gina huffed a bit and turned to her son. "Do you understand what your professor is trying to do for you?" she asked him.
Thorn nodded, not daring to look up yet. Morse had already gone out on a limb for him with the wand debacle. This was something else entirely.
"Do you?" Gina asked again.
"I do," he replied, looking up and finding his mother's face was full of fury, but there was hope too. He nodded again as if to assure her that he'd try really hard not to fuck this up again. He didn't have many more second chances, if he had any left at all.
Gina turned back to Morse and stretched her hand across the desk. "I appreciate everything you're trying to do to keep my son in school. I know he hasn't always been..." she paused. "Well I appreciate it," she finished deciding not to drag Thorn through the mud anymore. It had never done either of them any good. She rose and cast another furtive glance back at Thorn. "I expect you to keep us informed of the situation," she instructed.
Mikhail stood behind her and as she bustled out the door he stepped closer to his son. Thorn stood to meet his father who very gently punched his arm. "You know, Thorn, maybe... I don't know. Try to stay out of trouble?"
Thorn took a little breath. "Yeah, dad. I'll try."
Mikhail followed his wife out to wait in the hallway until Morse was properly finished with their son. At the very least they could walk him back to his dorm, even if it was going to be a silent and tension filled amble.
"I'm really sorry, Professor Morse," Thorn tried, turning to the teacher who continually went above and beyond for him.
"Hawthorne, I know you've been trying. I've been impressed with your study in potions, but you can't keep making these ridiculous mistakes. You're a university student now. You have to embrace that and start acting appropriately."
Morse sat back down because he didn't have much else to say to Hawthorne. "You won't be going back to Professor Best's classroom. In the meantime I expect you to spend that time in the spare potions lab working on your lessons. I imagine the headmistress will let you finish out the semester, but I'm not entirely certain we can come to a compromise about allowing you to continue in the spring."
Thorn nodded, trying to push down the horrible knot in his stomach. "Is that all?"
"Yes, Hawthorne, that's all." Morse was sad more than disappointed at this dismissal. He watched Thorn walk out of his office with slumped shoulders, a defeated step that seemed to stay in the room even once the boy was gone. This was a fine mess he had to sort out.