Hunting Classes Too Late, part 1 [2 Chirreb 4261]
Yesterday was the day set aside for upperclassfolk to visit professors of classes they were considering taking. For some reason -- perhaps my roommate's singing? -- I was too distracted to actually get to it. So I had to do it today, as best as I could.
Dissection of Spells
Nobody really takes Dissection of Seplls. It's about Magic Analysis, which is very rarely important for most people. Yeah, professional mages have to know some, but mostly they just pick it up during more applied courses. It's got a reputation for being hideously dull.
I decided to sign up for it. Not because I think that knowing what Vae is doing to me will help me at all. Because I want this semester to be hideously dull.
So I flew to his office, and scratched on the door, which was open.
Me:"Prof Gostegg? I'm Sythyry... I'd like to take your course on Dissection of Spells."
He looked up and curled his tail friendlily. (He's a Rassimel, and looks fairly old.) "One moment, please..." He had an earthenware pitcher of water on his desk, and a goblet on a stack of what were probably old homeworks. He dumped pitcher and goblet out the window.
I can see why he's teaching Dissection of Spells, if he figured out how Vae's Umbrella of Ultimate Evil spell works at just a glance.
Prof. Gostegg:"That should take care of one set of surprises. Come in." He assumed a very serious expression. "I shouldn't let you take it. You're late, for one thing, and you're surely planning to cheat."
Me:something incoherent and denyiatory.
Prof. Gostegg:[grinning a bit.]"Well, you can't use that Eye on any examinations, at least."
Me:something else incoherent.
Prof. Gostegg:"No, no. You can take the class. I do warn you that all the other students are graduate students, and it's rather a small class -- you'll be the fifth student in it, as I recall."
Me:something incoherent and thankishly
Prof. Gostegg:"Out of curiosity, why do you have that quite peculiar liquid-shunting spell on?"
He may be good at magic analysis, but he doesn't read the broadsheets.
Me:"The nendrai put it on me."
Prof. Gostegg:"Oh, bosh. You jest. ... It is spontaneous, though, isn't it? Touch range ... and cast without cley ... and with a great predominance of Mutoc. You, perhaps, do not jest?"
(I wasn't entirely aware you could even tell all that by looking at an active spell.)
Me:"I do not jest."
Prof. Gostegg:"Where on the Tree did you meet a nendrai?"
Me:"Just outside the Halflight Gate."
He insisted that I tell him the full story.
Prof. Gostegg:"Oh, my. Remarkable."
Me:"That's why I want to take the class."
Prof. Gostegg:"May I use you as an example once or twice during the term?"
Me:"I am getting rather used to being used for this or that."
He took it as a yes, which I suppose it was.