He leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on the frame of the door. If all went according to plan, he could leave this dreadful place in only a matter of minutes. All he had to do was pray that nobody walked through that door. Of course, he would rather not be waiting here at all. Maximus Farquad, Ford's father and perpetual thorn in his side, was once more the cause of an extreme annoyance. After finding out that the little Ravenclaw had was averaging an "A" in Transfiguration, the man had of course overreacted as any overbearing and insane father would do. In fact, the antisocial youngster had only narrowly escaped having to attend private tutoring- something he certainly did not have time for. Thankfully this was not what would be occurring. Still, he had been forced to strike up a deal which he was not quite happy with.
Ford had promised that he would consult a fellow student over his failings in the class. "Failings" was a rather strong word for it in his opinion. Seriously, an "A" was still an average grade- but it was nowhere near good enough for a Farquad apparently. So the boy had promised his parent that he would seek out his own tutor- and not just any tutor. He had said that he would ask the best student in his grade. Finding out such information, however, had not been so easy as he had hoped. This place was so dated that the teachers still kept records hand-written on parchment of all things. It was ridiculous! Yet an inane question and a peek over the professor's shoulder later, he had obtained a name.
He wondered if this girl had any connection to the Blacks of legend. Many might say that such a status would make her a shoe-in for top status in classes, but Ford did not subscibe to such nonsense. Sure, being raised in the wizarding world would have an effect on how quickly a person took to magic lessons... but the purity of ones blood? Pure rubbish. If that mattered, why would there be any Muggle-borns in this place? While the Ravenclaw himself was born to two wizards, he knew that there were Pure-bloods, Half-Bloods, Muggle-borns, and everything in between above him in the rankings. In the end it merely came down to what potential a student had for a subject- and whether she was one of those Blacks or not, this girl definitely had that potential.
At least that was what Ford had convinced his father of. To that end, he had written this letter to his fellow student:
He always signed his name Ford F. It had been years since that animated film had turned his prestigious family name into a bad pun, but Ford did not want to risk being laughed at. He looked at his watch now- 4:57. Only a couple minutes were left until he could safely leave. Then he could simply tell his father that the plan had been a failure and deal with the problem himself. No more fuss. That was, assuming she didn't show up within the next ten minutes or so. He certainly hoped that she would not.Dear Miss Black,
Due to your impressive record of success in transfiguration class, I would like to ask you to be my tutor for the year. The job will pay one Galleon for each meeting, and an addition two for every "O" I receive on an exam while under your tutelage. You would be required to meet with me one a week to work on assignments, as well as be available at reasonable hours should I have questions regarding the subject. These hours would be up to your discretion of course. If you choose to accept the job, please meet me in the right corner of the study room at 5:00 pm. You will be paid for this meeting as well as any future ones. Thank you for your time and consideration.
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