Lessons to be Learned (The Darkest Of Times)

Title: Lessons to be Learned
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Rosalind Elaine Redding - July 24, 2011 02:25 PM (GMT)

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<br><b>NOTES:</b> This is for Freddy particularly, but all seventh year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs taking Astronomy are welcome. Also, Niko, since Rose has been teaching Freddy seven years, I figured I’d throw in some backstory. If you want to alter it, let me know. :)</div><br>

<p>The Astronomy Tower was filled with shivering students as the bitter wind blew across their final Friday-night observation class before the Christmas break. Rosalind pulled her robes tighter around her as she instructed a pair of Hufflepuffs sharing the telescope closest to her, warning them to be careful of inaccuracies in their plotting at this stage of the lunar cycle. She had always refused to use a wind-shielding charm, no matter how her students had complained in their early years, stating that the effect only compounded the inaccuracies created by viewing the sky through a telescope. If they were going to be astronomers, they would learn to grin and bare it. As it was, the current class was concluding it’s term-long project tracking sectors of the night sky and identifying magically significant phenomena. Rosalind had encouraged them to consider the more distant orbits for extra credit, playing slightly to her bias towards the more uncharted territories. It always paid to have her students’ homework be interesting reading.</p>

<p>As the moon trudged towards its zenith and the end of the class, Rosalind felt that familiar sort of numbness that had taken hold of her fingertips and toes, despite the layers of enchanted digit-covering attire. Even she had to admit that it was somewhat ridiculous, really, that in all the years of wizarding advancements, no one had conjured a working remedy for bad circulation, or at least more effective wind-breaking enchantments for clothing. If she was honest, of course, she loved the feeling in that same begrudging way that Herbologists loved Mandrakes in their early-teething stage. It was a part of the experience and a scintillating connection to her passion, along with the quiet mumbling that penetrated the quiet night as students conferred with one another over the exact placement of Neptune, or the tilt of Saturn’s rings.</p>

<p>Rose’s watch cooed at her that it was only eleven thirty, another full half hour before she could retreat to her second favourite feeling in the world; the warmth of a nice cup of tea in her hands to bring back the feeling. This had been a smooth evening so far, delightfully uneventful in that way that only Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw classes could be. Although, Rose had to admit, she was still apprehensive. Ravenclaws often held the added thrill of entirely too many questions, which would never cause apprehension usually, Rosalind thrived on such interest, however, it was this class in particular that kept her slightly on her toes. Or rather, one student in amongst the others that gave her cause for a little concern. Or a great deal, depending on the night. </p>

<p>One of the brightest and, no doubt, ambitious students Rosalind had ever taught and one that she had great hopes for, was also one of the few that made Rose uneasy. She wasn’t usually defensive, but this girl had a knack for asking fantastic questions with characteristic, disinterested disdain that left Rose entirely unsure of her motives. She was never sure where she stood with the girl, her interest in Astronomy clear, but her interest in Rosalind distinctly lacking. Sometimes she would be met with stinging commentary, others she would be totally ignored. It was an odd sort of balancing act and while tonight had gone forward without incident, she was never certain that it would end that way.</p>

<p>”Only a half hour left,” she informed the class almost hopefully.</p>

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Frederika Almeda Dietrich - July 24, 2011 04:04 PM (GMT)

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Shame, such a shame
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While she would never outwardly admit it, Frederika always had this knack for stars. It was a natural talent that she wasn't going to waste just because there was this particular person that often got on her nerves. Professor Redding was still young and naive, thinking she was going to discover something new. What nonsense. It took Frederika almost five years to write a proper article on white dwarf stars and the nuclear reactions that take place on it's surface, and she was supposed to be a proper professor at this age? It almost made Fred laugh, but she was far too polite to do so. Plus, it wasn't like she cared, right? She was going to do her best to avoid this woman at all costs, no matter what.<br><br>
"Freddy, come on, she's gonna be here any minute for the... whatever she made us do." She heard the Hufflepuff she was paired with squeak. It was the same, really. She got paired up with the most useless people. Instead of getting all fired up about it, she kept staring through her telescope and mumbled on a barely audible voice: "Look through the maps I made and choose one." She often finished this kind of silly assignments way before they had class. Well, sure, she did spend most of her time here, but it wasn't like she didn't do anything here, right?<br><br>

"What's Mizar and Alcor?" The squeaky voice of her group made Freddy wince. She looked at the blonde haired girl and quirked an eyebrow, as if stating she was a moron for being so ignorant. Or was it the other way around? "Mizar and Alcor are stars. They were used by the Romans to test for vision. These two stars appear together as one in the constellation Ursa Major although in reality they are located many light-years apart. Well, to put it simply, they're a double star," she said as she went back to look through the telescope, "in this case an optical binary, because they're along the same line of sight from Earth. I don't expect you to get it, so shut up."
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The voice of Professor Redding earned a rather annoyed huff from the Ravenclaw as she looked away from the telescope and ran a hand through her hair. Was there any place where someone could do some silent star-gazing? Perhaps not. But Freddy's annoyance only grew when her eyes fell on the one she was supposed to call professor. Sure, she might have been a little lucky for not getting any detentions. Yet.<br><br>
"We're done, professor." The Hufflepuff said with that voice of hers that pissed Freddy off, earning a reply through gritted teeth, stating something about how people gave no credit for work anymore. However, she didn't bother to look at anything else except her beloved star-filled sky. It would have been so simple if only she could work on her own, really. She wouldn't have to interact with this kind of pitiful ignorant individuals and she'd have time to do whatever she wanted. And right now, the study of Jupiter's Galilean Satellites was far more interesting than, well, whatever they had to do.
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Rosalind Elaine Redding - July 25, 2011 04:55 AM (GMT)

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<p>”We’re done, Professor.”</p>

<p>Rosalind turned to the sound of a voice raised above the others, her heart-rate increasing slightly as her apprehension rose to new levels. It was Susan Ottoman, partner to none other than the girl Rose had been thinking of moments before. Ottoman; a name that had earned the jeers of countless Slytherins, usually resulting in their knocking the Hufflepuff girl down and sitting on her. There had been many tears on the subject in Rose’s office, inducting her into her role as Head of House in Susan’s fifth year. It was because of the newfound resilience she had developed shortly afterward that Rose had often partnered her with Frederika Dietrich in Astronomy Class.</p>

<p>Frederika Dietrich. Rose was certain that Susan would take her partner’s resistance better than any other in the class. For varying reasons, group work was hardly Miss Dietrich’s strong point. She was no idiot, knowing full well that pairing her with a Hufflepuff might have been somewhat ill-advised, but she was determined, in some small part of her, to unseat some of the girl’s prejudice, even if it was largely subconsciously. That part of her that was her father, that strove to challenge those with strong opinions was best at work in such situations. Rose moved over to the vantage point chosen by the pair. It was the best in the class, of course.</p>

<p>”Thank you Susan,” she smiled, collecting the map in the girl’s outstretched hand. It did not take much skill in deductive reasoning to guess that the Ravenclaw had completed it in its entirety. She still peered through the telescope in front of her. The map was an extensive evaluation focusing on Ursa Major, including of course, Mizar and Alcor and it had Frederika written all over it. ”Excellent work,” Rose commented to the Hufflepuff, knowing full well that Susan’s contribution must have been minimal at best, but not likely to draw attention to the fact. As she said it though, she sincerely hoped that Freddy would not feel the need to point it out herself. She had not meant it as a provocation, but could never tell whether or not it would be taken as such.</p>

<p>Rose’s curiosity turned to what Freddy was studying so intently. ”If there’s something else that’s caught your interest, Miss Dietrich, I’d love for you to share it with the class,” she often tried to encourage other students to learn from those more personally driven and the opportunity for the others to learn from the Ravenclaw’s passion was something she was not going to miss, no matter how often she was ignored. She hoped that Freddy would take hold of the opportunity to share some of her personal study, although the quiet voice of experience with the seventh year told her that it would serve as more of an annoyance. Perhaps Rose had inherited more from her father’s side than the Sorting Hat had first anticipated.<p>

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Frederika Almeda Dietrich - August 8, 2011 06:48 PM (GMT)

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It wasn't that Frederika didn't particularly enjoy being 'assisted' by completely useless fellow Hufflepuffs in her astronomy researches of Jupiter and Saturn, she simply couldn't fathom the idea of having to share her work with them. However, if that was going to make that certain professor leave her alone, then she was more than willing to do so. It would have been better if Fred would have had to work with a Slytherin, at least she'd have had her fun hearing the silly little remarks they often made about her habits of spending a lot of time in the Astronomy tower. She didn't mind them, however, she never did. It was something their simple minds would not understand. It took effort to think, and most of the gorillas in Slytherin (like Alexander Morgan, perhaps) didn't like to do something as hard as that.
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She heard the sound of the professor's shoes that indicated she was coming closer to where she was and it took most of Freddy's willpower not to get a hold of the telescope and smash it against the side of the Hufflepuff's head. The corners of her mouth curved into an obviously forced smile, instead, and all color from her cheeks drained in an instant. Oh, how she disliked being faced with this particular person. Some would call it a clash of minds, pride and feminity. Fred saw it as a simple defiance. She disliked this woman, the one she was forced to respectfully call a 'professor', even though she had never learned anything from her. It was despicable, to say the least.
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It was as if someone hit her with a brick on the head when she heard the professor tell Ottoman those two words. 'Excellent work.' Excellent work? It was something a five-yeard old could do. Frederika's pride was hurt and as she turned to look at the woman, her facial expression reflected that, reflected the hit her pride took with those words. It might not have meant anything for her, but for Freddy, it was work. It was her hard work, a whole night's work if not more, but she didn't expect these two to understand anything, anything. What was she expecting, really? Two Hufflepuffs with nothing, absolutely nothing in their heads.
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She managed to calm herself down though and all she could do was to look away, towards... something. Anything would do as long as it wasn't that terrible woman. "Share it with the class?" An amused laugh fell from her lips and she turned her head to take a look at the students around the tower, then her cold gaze fell on the one she called a professor. "Professor Redding, are you serious? I doubt any of them has the necessary grey cells to be able to understand anything about Astronomy as you and I, astronomers, see it. With all due respect, Professor." And the sarcasm in her voice could have cut through thin air if it was a knife.
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Rosalind Elaine Redding - August 23, 2011 06:38 AM (GMT)

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<p>Rosalind did not miss the violent response to her praise for Miss Ottoman, Frederika clearly unimpressed by having her work passed off as anything but hers. It was a fair feeling of injustice and Rose always strove to give credit where it was due. It was certain that the grading of this assignment would favour Miss Dietrich. Rose knew, of course, that saying anything of it would be rather ill-advised and certainly grossly underappreciated. Instead, she thought she might draw attention to Miss Dietrich’s strengths and take advantage of the Ravenclaw’s forethought and skill to teach the others, regardless of what the girl thought of it.</p>

<p>”Share it with the class?”</p>

<p>So, it was to be one of those nights. As Frederika laughed, Rosalind felt the discomfort building within her and knew that this may have been a mistake. That particular brand of warmth seemed to press up into her face as agitation threatened to rear its head. She braced herself for any further commentary, knowing it would not be delivered without the perfect sum of correctly applied disdain, nor would it be without the full and proper amount of personal derision reserved exclusively for the Head of Hufflepuff.</p>

<p>”Professor Redding, are you serious? I doubt any of them has the necessary grey cells to be able to understand anything about Astronomy as you and I, astronomers, see it. With all due respect, Professor.”</p>

<p>Miss Dietrich did not disappoint, managing at once to insult not only Professor Redding herself, but the entire class as well. It was a skill, Rose had to admit, though not one she valued in the slightest and certainly not one she appreciated being visited on her Tower. There was a heavy pause as the entire class turned to see what the young professor would say. It was fine that she had called Rosalind’s expertise into question; she could deal with her own self-esteem at another time. It was not fine, however, for a student of Rose’s to show such disregard for the gifts of others. Miss Dietrich was gifted, certainly. She was not, however, Merlin Incarnate.</p>

<p>Rose’s face was an unreadable neutral as she capped her first instinct, wanting to return with some violently sarcastic remark of her own. Her first thought entailed asking Miss Dietrich how she expected such apparent idiocy to be bettered without her ’wise’ and, no doubt, infinitely superior contribution. She was better than such an infantile reflex, though her father would have been somewhat prouder of her if she had said it, and measured her next statement with the patience she was beginning to master.</p>

<p>”I am sure you must have something to offer, which might be of use to them,” the suggestion that Fredrika might not have anything meaningful to offer at all escaped unbidden in the comment, as well as the implication that she thought much more of herself than she ought to. The thought rested quite heavily in the air. Well, Rose had at least tried to be civil.<p>

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Frederika Almeda Dietrich - August 24, 2011 08:58 AM (GMT)

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Most of the students nowadays had other, more important things to attend to than classes, right? And when there is one student like Fred, who gives her best in a particular subject, not because she is forced to, but because she wants to, she has to meet the utterly humiliating remarks of teachers such as Professor Redding. It took the best out of Fred not to simply take out her wand and hex the woman, because she was quite sure that she wasn't that bright anyway. At some point, she really even expected a spark of light to appear over her head whenever she was thinking, but hey, people don't work like that. Instead of doing so, Fred was content to offer a sour smile to Ottoman, who nervously offered a small smile back.
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At first, the words may have been delivered with a hint of an insult, but in the end, Fred knew it was only true. After all, to be an astronomer, a person needed quite a bit of knowledge from other disciplines too, and, well, students just didn't like spending time studying nowadays. She almost wanted to dare Professor Redding to say it wasn't true, but held back. Whatever made her hold back that remark was a feeling that made Fred nervous. Professor Redding was superior to her on a hierarchic scale in Hogwarts. One year, one more year, and she won't ever have to meet this woman again.
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She was simply waiting for it, an equally snappy remark, so Fred would be completely convinced that Professor Redding was no more than a child, an immature young woman that was not suited to teach Astronomy. Astronomy was all about mature things and, well, the professor was certainly not mature enough if she replied to a mere child's tantrum. Maybe, in the depths of her mind, Fred wanted to, involuntarily of course, make Professor Redding into what she saw as an Astronomy teacher: make the child Rosalind Redding grow up, teach her to make students respect her, turn her into someone she could, well, call friend.
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But such things were far from Frederika's mind right then.
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Another small sigh slipped past Fred's lips as she couldn't possibly think that Redding's words touched a sensitive cord. Now, that was something Fred did not do. Give away something valuable was... well, unconceivable. But she still did it. "Fine. But I'm only doing it so you'll leave me be." She said on a considerable softer voice which earned a few gasps from two or three Ravenclaws. After all, Fred was the one that gave up on the argument first, and that wasn't something you'd see often.
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She took a few maps from her bag and headed all around the tower, giving each group one map as well as indications as to how observe the stars better. "Five more degrees to that, Lilley. Come on, move it. Williams, I told you a dozen times before, the map is upside down." As she gave everyone the advice they needed, she could feel a weight pressing on her chest, making her suffocate. She hated this and she will eventually get revenge. One day, for sure.
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When she was done, she went back to her spot and simply stood there, in silence, awaiting her detention for her earlier defiance. Not that she minded that, she quite liked detention, it was very quiet and, well, it gave her time to think.
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Rosalind Elaine Redding - August 29, 2011 03:12 PM (GMT)

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<p>"Fine. But I'm only doing it so you'll leave me be." <p>

<p>Rosalind blinked, prepared with all but the opening of her mouth to respond with a show of strength to what she expected to be another defiant retort filled with the vexation of a young girl who believes she knows everything. The words that had come from Miss Dietrich’s mouth had flipped this expectation onto its head and Rosalind expected the very stars the students now studied to fall from the sky at any moment. Frederika Dietrich had simply given up on an argument. More than that, she had just then given up on an argument with Rosalind Redding. While her instant want to throw a party of epic proportions was not easily veiled, Rose could not help but succumb to the instant unsettling that replaced it. There was something amiss, of that she was certain. </p>

<p>The Astronomy Professor was forced to take a hold of herself as she realized that she had begun to stare at the Ravenclaw as she took a turn about the Astronomy class, advising her fellow students on the work that they were doing and offering her expertise for their betterment. Had Rose been sitting on a chair, she might have fallen from it, her blue eyes filled with the haze of confusion, fighting hard to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. Instead, she simply pulled on the garb of success, folding her arms and pacing behind others to observe their work, as if she had expected Frederika’s response all the while, as any experienced Professor might. Trying and failing somewhat to hide her surprise, she nodded to a nearby Ravenclaw.</p>

<p>”Excellent work, Harriet, be sure to mark the exact location of that nebula,” her voice seemed strange to her in the tension that had arisen further in the room, some students unable to continue their work for fear that this new equilibrium might shatter at any moment and devour the universe in one fell blow. Rose raised an eyebrow at another Hufflepuff, who went immediately back to looking at her telescope. It was an odd sensation, students usually never responding to any of her sterner movements. She was not known for being an enforcer, but rather an encourager. She had a strange sensation that Frederika’s backing down might earn her some street cred; a happy bonus. </p>

<p>She kept silent and her face remained unreadable as the girl returned to her place after Rose had taken up her own position at the head of the class. The girl stood in silence, her face expectant, as if she awaited some injustice in the form of discipline. Rose thought for a moment and kept her gaze steady at the girl. She thought for a moment, wondering if she might offer some tentative truce. It was far from likely, but Rose would not be the one to miss this opportunity. No indeed, Rose was never one to miss any opportunity. </p>

<p>Her mind clear and her look determined, she spoke mostly for the benefit of the class, “Thank you, Frederika. Ten points for Ravenclaw.”</p>

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Frederika Almeda Dietrich - August 30, 2011 05:37 PM (GMT)

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Oh, so she felt good about winning this little battle, didn't she? Poor little Miss Redding, the hell she was going to confront one day or another. Fred simply gave up on the argument because time was of utmost importance at night, especially for her, and she just wanted to finish her study in silence. Was it that much to ask for? As long as that horrible woman kept her mouth shut and her incredibly stupid remarks to herself, everything was going to be fine, Fred was going to be civil, yeah. But it was too late for this now. Something clicked in her head when she eventually came back to her place, her metallic gray eyes mercilessly drilling a hole through the professor's own blue ones with their intense stare. Oh, Merlin, she was so stupid. From all the people on this Earth, why did it have to be Redding? Fred respected the woman as much as any person respected cockroaches. She was just a cockroach to Fred and that was it. A pest.
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The professor stared, and Fred stared back. "Come on, Redding, use that neuron of yours already. It must be feeling lonely up there, in that empty head of yours." Fred's thoughts brought a small smile to her lips, a rather amused one too, that turned into a chuckle as the woman's words reached her ears. "No, Miss Redding, I utterly refuse any kind of points. You will give me detention, unless, of course, you want me to file a complaint for your blatant disregard of the school rules. I will file a complaint anyway, but feel free to stomp and kick around, throw a tantrum, like a seventeen years old girl." Her pride just couldn't let Fred back down, and this time, she was going to make sure Redding understood that things always went the way Frederika wanted, or they didn't. At all. And yet, there was something missing from her previous amused statement. Ah, yes. "Oh, my bad, Miss Redding. You must be at least twice my age. At least, you are looking like you are twice my age." Ouch, Fred. Ouch. "You certainly don't act like you're what, forty?" The smile on Fred's lips only widened as she heard a few muffled snickers from her fellow students, even from Ottoman. Maybe she wasn't as stupid as she initially thought.
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Waving a hand dismissively towards the professor, her gesture perfectly reflecting her indifference, a few more words slipped past her lips. "Go on, take back your damn points and give me my damn detention." She simply wanted some time for herself and what better way of doing so than by getting a detention? Sure, Redding was going to supervise her probably, but that was even better. Fred couldn't wait for the woman to burst into tears and leave Hogwarts. Yes, that would have been the best thing that happened ever since... well, ever since the very beginning of the world.
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Even Williams, with his grumpy attitude was better than Redding. But, even so, how could Fred say no to detention, especially when she'd get to bully this woman? It would have been even better with Williams there, he hated women in general, so she could use that to her advantage. Oh, Miss Redding. How foolish of her to think she won against Fred. In the end, she did exactly as Fred wanted. And now, after utterly proving all the students in the Astronomy tower that she was just another nuisance, Redding had no other choice other than throw a tantrum, like a true teenager, or suggest for Fred to get expelled from Hogwarts, which will more than likely fail, since she had absolutely no problems with the other teachers. Forbidding Fred from attending her courses or simply failing her will be a complete disaster to her career as a teacher, since she was one of the best students, and she had done all her assignments.
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Frederika just couldn't help but feel oh so fiendishly delighted. Truce? With Redding? Never. If she'd be offered the chance, Fred would kill the woman without any remorse.
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Rosalind Elaine Redding - October 1, 2011 11:31 AM (GMT)

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<p> "No, Miss Redding, I utterly refuse any kind of points. You will give me detention, unless, of course, you want me to file a complaint for your blatant disregard of the school rules. I will file a complaint anyway, but feel free to stomp and kick around, throw a tantrum, like a seventeen years old girl. Oh, my bad, Miss Redding. You must be at least twice my age. At least, you are looking like you are twice my age. You certainly don't act like you're what, forty?" </p>

<p>It is the unhappy circumstance that in a moment of attack, a woman who has always striven to be distinguished from the age-old system of drawing value from her appearance or the opinions of others is usually steamrollered into realizing every underlying insecurity that still ties her to it. Thus, Rosalind immediately felt the heavy weight of inadequacy at Frederika’s sudden tirade against her, even though she desperately fought with every logical part of herself against its having any merit at all. She knew that the jibe at her age, first at her youth and then, interestingly, at the usual female insecurity of getting older, was mere belligerence and most immaturely offered, however, it did not stop her from taking violent and outraged offense at being addressed so cheaply by a student. She fought emotion the entire way, staying silent while her pride pushed against her need to respond in a calm manner as she stared the challenge in the face.</p>

<p>"Go on, take back your damn points and give me my damn detention."</p>

<p> A Hufflepuff nearby stood and was about to give Dietrich a piece of his mind when Rose quickly put a hand up to halt him. He was silent, choking back what he’d been about to say. Of all the teachers at Hogwarts, Rose had earned a reputation as one of the most easy-going mentors. She was calm, approachable, compassionate and genuinely cared about her students. Of course, with genuine care also came a genuine desire to see excellence in all parts of their development; including manners. The war within was officially over and Rose’s countenance shifted as Frederika dared to push against her again. Rose didn’t usually lose her temper, quite able to apply a ready understanding to most of what she encountered in her classroom, but this was more than just a slight on her. It showed genuine disregard for her fellow students and the value of their education. A little voice argued that that was bollocks. This was a matter of pride and she knew it. This was exactly what the girl wanted, for her to lose her cool and make a spectacle of herself; to prove that she had nothing of what it took to be a Professor of anything.</p>

<p>Thus, as the tension hung thick in the air, Rosalind’s face grew suddenly calm, her gaze still locked with the Ravenclaw as the class looked on in sheer wonder at the turn of events. Rose took a deep breath, her eyes turning suddenly cold in a manner that had been seen by few before and, Rose hoped, by even fewer to come. She stepped towards the seventeen-year-old, her hands clasped neatly behind her back and her face unmoved by the usual warmth that covered it. Once she was within a meter of the girl, she spoke, her voice even and so low it was almost a whisper.</p>

<p>“Miss Dietrich, of all the students entrusted to my expertise, none has possessed as much talent or passion for this subject as yourself. Your work-ethic and ability are unparalleled in the student body at present and your future in it, should you wish to pursue it, would encompass some of the greatest contributions to the study the Wizarding World has seen in fifty years. You are an Astronomer, Miss Dietrich and as such, I am compelled to remind you; with the opportunity for the greatest achievement comes also the risk of becoming the greatest disappointment. Brilliance is always brilliance in context and your fellow human beings make you all that you are. For all your knowledge, if you cannot walk away with an ounce of wisdom, then Hogwarts has failed you and you have failed yourself. Ten points from Ravenclaw.”</p>

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Frederika Almeda Dietrich - October 30, 2011 11:33 AM (GMT)

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What a dull woman. She was truly the kind of person Fred had no respect for. They gave up easily, without a fight. And Hufflepuffs? They were even worse. They should have called the houses Gryffindor, Sytherin, Ravenclaw and Stupid, Useless Idiots. A small laugh slipped past Fred's lips as she spotted one of those useless Hufflepuff step up and she'd have instantly hexed him to oblivion and beyond (in self-defense, obviously) if it wasn't for that Redding woman again. Oh, so boring. She was just going to act all bossy and snap rules here and there, lectures about how being a humble and quiet person will get you far and- Merlin, she was boring. Williams probably hated her just as much as she did.
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She didn't even want to prove anyone that Rosalind Redding didn't mean anything as a person, as a teacher, she knew that. A person like this Redding woman was going to teach them only useless, boring things that they will never use until they died. And that was a pity. Oh dear Merlin, now she was getting closer. Ugh, all those stupidity germs were going to jump over. And still, Fred didn't back down one bit, the same daring, bold grin on her lips as her gaze locked with the teacher's own, cold one. Unlike Redding's cold gaze, Fred's showed only loathe and some kind of pity. She was truly a cruel person on the inside, and that was something she never fought against.
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As she listened to the words that kept leaving from the professor's lips (what a waste of time and air, really), she crossed her arms against her chest, trying to hold in a yawn. Well, that was so unnecessary. But in the end, she did win. And if the chance was going to arise, Fred was going to make sure this woman didn't get away with it. Humiliation? Oh, Fred wasn't just going to humiliate her. She was going to make sure this person begged her for forgiveness and mercy.
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"What an interesting story, Miss Redding, is it the story of your very long life?" She said on a rather amused tone, pursing her lips slightly. "Wisdom only comes with age. Too bad you're the living proof it doesn't. At this age, you should have grown a beard from the wisdom you'd have gathered." She held back the question regarding if Redding shaved her beard on a daily basis and mentally congratulated herself. Her grin widened as she gathered her maps and stuffed them in her bag, giving Ottoman an apologetic look, as if saying sorry for not being able to help her with her obvious stupidity.
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"Well! Since I'm dead certain there is absolutely nothing I can learn from you, feel free to fail me." A disgrace to the astronomers' community, an useless human being, wasting oxygen and space on this planet. Such people were unneeded. And Fred had nothing to learn from this imbecile. "I'll be talking to Miss Sycamore, see if I can take Divinations in exchange for this useless class. I can learn more from that utterly boring class that from you." By the end of her small speech, Fred's grin turned into a grimace that showed her disgust towards this woman she called a professor. A professor is much more than she was.
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Without a hurry, she headed for the door that lead to the corridors, but not without a last goodbye: "I wish you all an easy NEWT exam in Astronomy and permissive examinators, you'll need it."
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