Not your typical Master/Student Relationship
I seriously wonder if there's a ward at St. Mungo's named after Calculus Alvero. He is literally trying to send me 'round the bend and over the edge at the same time. I try and ask him about my training and why it's taking so long and he accuses me of moving too fast. Too fast, although that's no surprise considering a glacier would consider him staid. I'm tired of him trying to turn me into Calculus Avero 2.
The man uses a different guage cork for every potion, I didn't even know there were different 'guages' of cork! How am I supposed to tell the visual difference between Irish Cork and Spanish? It's the same tree, the same species even. One probably lets slightly less air diffuse through it over time and if that's the case then what why on earth would you use a more-porous cork?
So anyway, I storm out of there and I spend half the day deciding whether or not to go back, and when I do get back he's like a kneazle with the proverbial. Humming to himself, and whistling, trying to drive me nuts, I'm already there. It's stupid and childish and I wasn't about to give the bastard the satisfaction. But as I'm about to leave that night he tries tempting me with an Insubstantia Potion, but I'm not going to bite. If you want to apologise Calculus then say you're goddamn sorry! I promise you that even if I offered the story to the Prophet free of charge they wouldn't care about it. Though waterfalls have more chance of falling upwards than you admitting you're a total git, it's just not big news.
The man uses a different guage cork for every potion, I didn't even know there were different 'guages' of cork! How am I supposed to tell the visual difference between Irish Cork and Spanish? It's the same tree, the same species even. One probably lets slightly less air diffuse through it over time and if that's the case then what why on earth would you use a more-porous cork?
So anyway, I storm out of there and I spend half the day deciding whether or not to go back, and when I do get back he's like a kneazle with the proverbial. Humming to himself, and whistling, trying to drive me nuts, I'm already there. It's stupid and childish and I wasn't about to give the bastard the satisfaction. But as I'm about to leave that night he tries tempting me with an Insubstantia Potion, but I'm not going to bite. If you want to apologise Calculus then say you're goddamn sorry! I promise you that even if I offered the story to the Prophet free of charge they wouldn't care about it. Though waterfalls have more chance of falling upwards than you admitting you're a total git, it's just not big news.