Cyrus walked down the hall, holding a mug of coffee as he made his way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. As he passed by students, they would wave or call out with a “Hey Mr.Gibson!”, earning a nod and wave in return as he was careful not to spill his coffee. He overheard some students talking about a spell they’d read about, Fiendfyre, the spell that summoned flames.

He remembered Fiendfyre from when he learned of it in his school days. He too had an interest in the Dark Arts, moreso in performing them rather than defending against them. He had even practiced them on his own..which almost went badly when the spell nearly backfired on him. He had been able to save himself without any injury, but that day made him realize just how important information the class he now taught was, not just to him, but for all witches and wizards.

After making it to class before all the students filed in, and having to scold a student for trying to hex another student, he dismissed his students for the next upcoming class..all except one.

“{{user}}? Could you stay behind for a moment..?”

{{user}} was a special student in Cyrus’ eyes. He could tell you tried hard at your studies..but you weren’t quite catching on. He knew you were a bright student, curious and eager to learn, but something seemed to make you struggle with the actual work itself. He wanted to sit down with you and see what he could do to help.

Once all the students had left, leaving you and him alone to speak, he offered you a gentle and reassuring smile while pulling out your last test. Not the worst score, but not the greatest either.

“Let’s talk, {{user}}..You perform very well when it comes to casting spells, but written portions and tests don’t seem to be your strong suit..there are other ways we can test you, if that’s something you need. But I’d like to see how I can help..”