Things That Never Happened in History Class
1. Professor Gadling's History 101
"... and so you see, Nan Boleyn was no 'femme fatale' homewrecking the happy Tudor household and leading the 'good' King Henry astray..."
There were snickers in the room.
"... though it makes for some pretty good stories, aye? Always love me a good bodice-ripper or that Jonathan Rhys-Meyers on the telly. He's a dish, that one." Professor Gadling leaned a bit forward, a naughty gleam in his eyes. "Though, the real King Henry was a looker when he was younger. Looked a bit like our Prince Harry, now that I think about it."
More laughter. Which was typical in Professor Gadling's classes. Iggy Pop - really, that was his name and yes, his parents loved him dearly - said, "Like, the dude's got a way with bringing all that historical stuff to life. Like he was totally there. Totally awesome, dude."
Iggy also had some of the best grades in the class, California surfer animated Pixar turtle accent and all. But the observation was accurate.
And it was also one of the reasons why Professor Gadling's history classes were booked solid every semester.
2. Nevermore
Sometimes, there was a raven on Professor Gadling's shoulder.
The first time he appeared, he was perched all nice and comfy on the professor's shoulder, looking as calm as you please, fixing the class with his beady black clever eyes.
The Professor sighed. "No, he's not me familiar. He's babysitting."
"You mean, YOU'RE babysitting him, right, Professor?"
The raven squawked in protest. Professor Gadling rolled his eyes. "He's the one doing the babysitting. I try not to pick arguments with ravens, you see. Terribly bad idea."
"Nevermore," said the raven clearly and drolly.
The class eventually learned the raven's name was Matthew.
3. There can be only one
There was a persistent rumor that someone once confronted Professor Gadling with an honest-to-God actual sword.
It happened in that secluded alleyway created by the old library and the faculty building, or so the story went.
The Professor, in atypical fashion, went, "Nope."
"There can be only one!" declared the sword-wielder, raising his weapon.
"Nope, I'm NOT that kind of immortal. You don't get to take my head, there's not going to be any ruddy lightning quick-thing whatever it is you lot call it. I'm not the droid you're looking for. Go off with you."
Apparently, Matthew the Raven helped drive whoever it was away - aside from the fact that the Professor was actually pretty good in a fight.
"Ugh, Pierson owes me THREE pints for this!"
4. Shakespeare In Love
There was a rule that got passed down from class to class.
For sheer unadulterated entertainment, get Professor Gadling to rant about William Shakespeare. Oh, he wasn't one of those who posited that the Bard never wrote his plays. Far from it.
He just absolutely had Very Specific Opinions about the man. And they were Loud, Pointed and absolutely Hilarious.
This was also good for distracting the Professor long enough to get out of any last minute homework or suprise quizzes. There was hell to pay during the next class, but it was well worth it.
"You are too harsh on dear William, sir," said the snow-pale young man in black, with the messy, rumpled hair.
The class wasn't sure how he suddenly appeared in their midst, although it felt like he'd always been there. He looked perfectly grave, absolutely serious... except for the glint of mischief in his odd dark blue eyes.
The professor crossed his arms over his chest, looking sourly at him. "He was a ruddy hack. Got a bit lucky, I'd say."
The pale young man smiled faintly. "He had a true gift that just needed a little bit of nudging."
A scoff. "Sure. Exchanged his soul for artistic immortality, Faustian bargains, deals with the Devil."
"No." The smile was still there and it was mesmerizing to see, as if this wasn't a man given much to that expression. "Just two plays, commissioned to order. What need have I for men's souls?"
"Hmph."
"Jealousy does not become you, Hob Gadling."
"Oi!"
"Uh... Professor, should we leave you two alone now? Like, this whole lover's quarrel UST thing you've got going is kinda cute, but we really don't wanna be around for the kiss-and-make-up part!"
Of course, it was Iggy Pop who just had to ruin what seemed to be the most interesting moment that had happened so far in Professor Gadling's history classes.
Someone raised a hand. "I don't mind being around for the kiss-and-make-up part!"
The class would later learn that the young man's name was apparently "Murphy."
He was also Matthew's "boss."
Any kissing and making up supposedly took place at that New Inn down the road, which also served, among other things, a delicious shepherd's pie.
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NOTE: Yes, I did a Highlander reference. I couldn't resist.
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❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ [ from dan heng! ]
damaged. | accepting.
✩ . — Hook had challenged some automatons to a brawl within the ring of the Fight Club. Despite being a mere child, she wielded a mighty fist that shredded through metal easily. The little girl trained almost daily with Diggertron, it was something that she had drove herself to do, strength was needed to lead the moles after all.
The visitors watched her as she got ready for the fight, stretching and doing little jumps. Honeyed eyes directed themselves upon Dan Heng, her gaze was rather intense— but it was moreso a ❝ Pay attention to me, Cold Dragon Young! I'm good at fighting too! ❞ look.
❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜
Yellow hues brightened up upon hearing the man's remark, an expression of satisfaction as her tiny lips widened into a confident grin. She presses a thumb against her chest, posing proudly.
❝ Hmph— ! Of course, Hook can't let Cold Dragon Young have allll the spotlight. ❞ She let out a chuckle, turning around and giving the rest a little wave, ❝ Let's go, Diggertron! We're winning this! ❞
Hook joins the fray, and the crowd goes wild! | @toadmiretoweepover.
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HOUSEGUEST!
So I have a little guest for the next week. He's staying with me while his papa is working out of state, and, depending on how things sift out with his papa's family, he might end up becoming a more permanent resident.
He is SO TINY compared to my Beerhounds! It's kinda amusing having such a small dog around the giants. But so far, Tobias has settled in really well, and is adapting to being the Lilliputian in this world of Gullivers.
Welcome to Mischief Meadows, Tobias!
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