fandomhigh | Magick on the Fly - Thursday, 5/14

As her class came in, she smiled a little; it was nice to see familiar faces, after all, especially considering her recent troubled thoughts on the subject of teaching. It made her feel as if she was doing something instead of just standing in front of a room droning.

"Well, it's very nice to see all of you again, and I'm happy to see new faces as well. My name is Professor Garrett, though if you shout DCI, I will more than likely respond to that as well. I hold a ThD and have worked in the field of forensic sorcery for more than a decade of active duty. Suffice to say, I know the subject."

She walked from one end of the class to the other, glad she'd made sure to have their syllabi on their desks.

"Magick should always be done with consideration and foresight. Or rather, such would it be in a perfect world. Unfortunately, the world likes to get in the way with false leads, deadly dangers, and other such niceties, which is why you should always be prepared to do your magick at a moment's notice in some cases. This class is to prepare you for that eventuality: imperfect timing, imperfect tools, imperfect situations. This is rough and tumble sorcery, which is certainly no exact science, but I'm here to teach you the class so I like to think I know something on the matter.

"Today is just for introductions, however. Name, class or age as you feel comfortable, your experience with magick, and your experience with having to do so in less than optimal conditions if you might have such a situation you can share."

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"Jack Priest, and I am a senior," Jack stated. "I've never studied magic, but as I'm from your world I thought it might serve me well to take this class."

She eyed him for a moment, somewhat uneasy with this even as she felt a thrill at the thought of someone from her own world.

"As you are from my world, there is the question of the legality of your place in my class," she pointed out to him quietly, "as I would be instructing you in thaumaturgy at an unlicensed school without marking you properly for such training."

But she'd thought over this ever since they'd met at the picnic and she already had her answer.

"However, we are currently in the United States, and as I am outside of my jurisdiction as a servant of the Crown in both time and space, I trust we can wave such formalities. The needs of this place require one to be versed in as much useful information as possible."

And she would feel guilty if anything happened to him because she didn't teach him something that could be useful in a crisis situation.

"I assumed you would have cleared questions of the proprieties before accepting my enrollment," Jack said, equally quietly. He understood what she meant; he had simply thought the training in the class would not rise to any level she would feel violated her position.

"Thank you for your consideration. If you ever want me to leave the class or do an alternate exercise, I will." A brief smile. "I never wish to make you uncomfortable."

"Nothing covered should require such," she told him honestly, "and you would have to try quite a bit harder to ever make me uncomfortable, Mister Priest. If anyone should know that here, I would think it would be you."

Jack wasn't flirting with her; she was, after all, an instructor, and two and a half times his age or more. But there was certainly a teasing quality in his voice when he glanced up at her that might be mistaken for such if she didn't know better.

"I do know it, and I would never try," he said, and, hitting her unfamiliar title the tiniest bit hard, "Professor Garrett."

If she was surprised or unsettled by his tone, it didn't show. Her sly smile remained steady.

"Well, don't make yourself too boring, Mister Priest. As anyone who's taken one of my classes before could tell you, I don't believe in dampening anyone's fire."

The steady smile convinced Jack that DCI Garrett was as remarkable as her reputation would suggest. "I'll do my best," he said, a touch amused at the thought of his fire being dampened. "Thank you."

She nodded, the matter settled, and moved onto her next student.

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