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This Is Me...Then; Memoirs of a Professor
Topic Started: Nov 30 2007, 01:05 AM (234 Views)
Mikayla Covington
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OOC reference: Jake is her oldest step-brother.


Dearest Jakers (how I love that name),

Right now you're probably screaming obscenities, wondering why it's taken me so long to write, especially since I've been here for the better part of five months. Well, oldest brother of mine, the answer is simple: I haven't a clue. It's not like I'm particularly busy, outside of lessons every other hour, and patrolling the grounds, and staff meetings... smell the sarcasm?

I think I've settled into life as a Hogwarts professor quite nicely. Ok... I can't lie to you, not even on parchment (How do you do that? I can't even lie when you're not here. Amazing.) It's scary, the responsibility, and then some of the students are so brilliant it unnerves me. For the most part they gie me very little grief, but there are a few... namely Slytherins. Oh, Jake, sometimes I wish you were here, there's this one terror by the name of Nathan Helsing... he creeps me out. But don't go getting all defensive and try to find him, he's a minor after all, besides another Professor by the name of Iscariot has him quite under control.

Even now just writing his name inspires trembles... I know what you're thinking. I'm getting soft. But don't you think it's about time that you get used to the fact that I'm actually a girl? I mean, I did have a marriage once...

Ok. So, the rumor has it that Iscariot and the former Professor Mailoux, who has disappeared without a trace, quite rude of her if the rumors are true... anywho, the rumor is that they had a "thing". But she's gone, and she was the Head of Slytherin which is proof enough that I'm not nearly his type, but I can't help feeling something for the man. I mean, he's like the other half of me, or something. God, maybe I am getting soft. In any case, we have a new professor, Bianca Rain. I fear this one even more than the former. I can only guess at the drama she'll cause. It's only a matter of time before he ends up in her arms...

But don't worry about me older brother. I still have my wits about me and I won't let any man turn my world upside down, not matter how handsome or galiant. You taught me well.

I love you and I miss all of you guys. We'll have to do lunch soon. Hogsmeade is full of new eateries, I've heard.

Till then,

Mik
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Mikayla Covington
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Dear Father,

I miss you. Winter always reminds me of home, for some odd reason, though we both know I'm not partial to cold weather. (At the moment my nose is redder than Rudolph's.) Sometimes I find myself wishing you were here and then I think what a child I must be, wishing for my Daddy. But I do. I miss you. Sometimes I feel oddly alone here, surrounded by so many students and so much life.

And sometimes I miss him.

And then I realize that that's what changed. He changed me, he mellowed me out. I wasn't exactly sunshine and daisies when we met, but when he left... I feel so insufferably soft. So damn delicate. So weak. And I hate it. I hate that my colleagues are able to look at me and tell that I'm incapable of controlling eleven year olds. I hate that seventeen year old boys instinctively know that they can toy with me. I feel like such a damn gazelle surrounded by lions who see me for what I am. Only this isn't me.

I'm not weak. Soft, maybe, but what's wrong with that? So what I nurture my students rather than shun them. Tough love doesn't beat love period. they don't even factor me into the equation... I'm so easily dismissed, so easily over-looked. How am I supposed to teach and guide these students if I feel like I am a student? God, I wasn't this socially inadequate even as a teenager. What happened, Dad? What happened to the daughter you raised? Tough as nails, you used to say.

And it's not about a guy, as I'm sure Jake informed you. It's not. And it's certainly not about a co-worker who has a thing for women with reputations and bad attitudes and no freaki'idea that I exist...

Oh, Father. What has become of your daughter?

Love,

Mik
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