Sorting Hat: AU--Supplementary Lessons

[psiignlanguage]

[Cyrus hadn't been very good at potions. Or anything involving mixing things together. Cooking, cocktails, cleaning products. It wasn't his forte. It never had been, and it never would be. He'd always been a straight A student, always perfect marks. In everything.

So when he started to get Cs and Ds in potions, he figured he might need to say something to his teacher.

And for the most part, his teacher had been responsive towards him. For the most part, Cyrus was going to the classroom later in the evening for extra lessons, and for the chance to make-up potions he might had messed up. He didn't want anything like last time to happen...A simple energy boost potion made improperly to turn it into an arousal one. He didn't want that to happen this time.]

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[grandhighwizard]

[Rhys had never been the sort of teacher who refused extra help to his students. He was strange, and had a reputation for being somewhat capricious - stern about some things, but weirdly easy going about others, sometimes seemingly at random. But he never seemed inclined to actively sabotage anyone, and he still wanted his pupils to do well. So occasional additional lessons weren't really out of the ordinary.

What was out of the ordinary was the boy receiving them. The big man found Cyrus Onikous amusing in all sorts of ways - he always liked the overly serious students, but it was even more interesting when they didn't do well, and started to scramble. Still, even all of that combined wouldn't have truly peaked Rhys's interest except ... well. That one little mistake the boy had made in class had been intriguing, to say the least. Rhys wasn't a man who generally considered himself interested in students. They were children, after all. But something about Cy's flushed face had aroused a certain interest that he'd been mulling over in his head for awhile.]

Ah, lad, you're here, right on time. Good.

[psiignlanguage]

[The boy pushes up his glasses, eyes cast down low, flushing. He hated having this responsibility thrust upon him. At least that's why it felt like.]

...I added the ingredienth in the wrong order and I thtirred in the wrong direction.