Post by Christopher Bennet on Jun 17, 2009 11:33:43 GMT -5
Bennett stood at the front of the room, eyeing the locked door and smiled smugly to himself. He had managed to have an entire free evening for himself, fully paid by the ministry, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
He sat in a leather recliner and unfolded the latest issue of the Prophet, propped his legs on the examining table in front of him and relaxed. Ministry idiots. They should have known not to try and assign a mandatory sex ed class to the Hogwarts students. Just a few days ago, in the break room, the following notice had been pinned to the noticeboard:
Attention Healers!
The ministry has begun its semi annual reproductive education classes, open to all students fourth year and above. We need two volunteers to teach this session, one evening only, month of November, during the Thanksgiving break. Please see Healer Sedgewicke, at the admittance desk if you are interested.
Pay of course, will be standard holiday pay and overtime, if applicable.
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Immediately Bennett tore down the notice as soon as it caught his eye, and secured the job for himself and Ben before the ink had begun to dry on the hastily posted flier. There was only one problem...well, two actually.
He hated kids. He also hated the idea of teaching a sex ed class. So what to do? He appealed to Ben for help, whose general craftiness far surpassed his own. While he had a basic knowledge of some Muggle slang and terms, it was Ben's ability to twist words and arguments to his advantage that benefited them the most. In moments, the required sign was on the door, but worded in a way as to eliminate any interest in their target audience.
The words "Adult Education Seminar" would pretty much shoo away those pesky kids at the school, hinting at a dry night class for grownups wishing to learn some basic first aid charms. The description of the class however...Bennett chuckled....the description pretty much guaranteed any adult reading that far down would understand the reason of the class and avoid it. Any teens who might have had some curiosity might be deterred thinking it was referring to some kind of venereal disease or dysfunction issue. It was perfect.
Bennett leaned back and shut his eyes, and laid the horoscope section across his face. Naptime. The best part of any workday.
He sat in a leather recliner and unfolded the latest issue of the Prophet, propped his legs on the examining table in front of him and relaxed. Ministry idiots. They should have known not to try and assign a mandatory sex ed class to the Hogwarts students. Just a few days ago, in the break room, the following notice had been pinned to the noticeboard:
Attention Healers!
The ministry has begun its semi annual reproductive education classes, open to all students fourth year and above. We need two volunteers to teach this session, one evening only, month of November, during the Thanksgiving break. Please see Healer Sedgewicke, at the admittance desk if you are interested.
Pay of course, will be standard holiday pay and overtime, if applicable.
Immediately Bennett tore down the notice as soon as it caught his eye, and secured the job for himself and Ben before the ink had begun to dry on the hastily posted flier. There was only one problem...well, two actually.
He hated kids. He also hated the idea of teaching a sex ed class. So what to do? He appealed to Ben for help, whose general craftiness far surpassed his own. While he had a basic knowledge of some Muggle slang and terms, it was Ben's ability to twist words and arguments to his advantage that benefited them the most. In moments, the required sign was on the door, but worded in a way as to eliminate any interest in their target audience.
Adult Education Seminar
One night class aimed at young adults,
focusing on personal and biological issues.
Any questions or concerns,
confidentiality guaranteed.
Fourth year and above.
[/color][/size][/center]One night class aimed at young adults,
focusing on personal and biological issues.
Any questions or concerns,
confidentiality guaranteed.
Fourth year and above.
The words "Adult Education Seminar" would pretty much shoo away those pesky kids at the school, hinting at a dry night class for grownups wishing to learn some basic first aid charms. The description of the class however...Bennett chuckled....the description pretty much guaranteed any adult reading that far down would understand the reason of the class and avoid it. Any teens who might have had some curiosity might be deterred thinking it was referring to some kind of venereal disease or dysfunction issue. It was perfect.
Bennett leaned back and shut his eyes, and laid the horoscope section across his face. Naptime. The best part of any workday.