Extra Credit {swiss and france}

[VASH ZWINGLI]

He was going to lose several hours of research due to this, however that was to be expected as Vash often found himself having to discipline his students. That, on the other hand did not change the fact that he was wasting time and would be behind in his intended researching schedule.

Perhaps it would be best to divide up the hours lost into an additional small amount spread out per day? Yes, that sounded appropriate...now to see how long this would actually last.

To say the least, Vash was not very good at understanding his students, especially since most of them were in grade 12, and well he went through grade twelve when he should have logically been in grade 10. It also didn’t exactly help that just about all of his students were taller than he was and well…he didn’t very well look like a teacher at first glance. To compensate for all of this, the only thing he could think of was discipline. He had to make sure that his students knew not to try and take advantage of him or slack off. He also needed to make sure that they actually tried their hardest to complete the assignments he granted them, otherwise he might just never find someone else to draft into the military.

And distracting students from his lessons was not to be tolerated, no matter how subtle it was.

Vash finally dismissed the class and sat down at his desk, taking his reading classes off and watching as the students left the room. “Francis, stay behind….we need to have a talk and I am giving you an extra assignment.” He stated curtly, rubbing at his eyes for a moment before quickly leafing through his lessons for the next few weeks and just confirming what had been taught and the order in which things would be going.

Vash then pulled out a book that pertained to his research…at least he could be somewhat productive and get some reading done. Setting the book aside, he sighed and pulled out a chair for Francis so that he could talk to him just by his desk.

It was only the beginning of the school year but he had already pegged just about everyone’s names from the classes that he taught, and he was starting to learn the names from the different grades. He needed to keep a complete list of the powers that different students had and the names of all of them for reference when looking at drafting.

Francis, from what he could see in him, was definitely not the sort he would invite to join him in his research or in the Swiss army, unless of course he actually proved to have a decent work ethic, despite the disruption he had given the class during the lecture and demonstration that he provided.

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Ticking off Mr. Zwingli, the student teacher, was one of Francis's favorite past times.

He wondered when it became such a great hobby while trying to pass the limited time he had left while he was still in high school; he couldn't remember at this point, but it had eventually become the most fun activity -- whether he received detentions or not, it was always worth Mr. Zwingli's reaction.

A variety of methods of irritating the older man had been used so far this year, including but not limited to: writing down ridiculous answers to tests, obviously flirting with fellow classmates while he was attempting to lecture, and his personal favorite was utilizing his ability. Today he had deemed changing the colors of surrounding physical objects an entire rainbow of colors, and he soaked up all the attention and stifled laughs that came from his peers. Imagination was an essential with color manipulation, and Francis was keenly aware he possessed everything that was needed to, let us say, creatively use it.

After only changing a few colors, blatantly even, he didn't bother trying to be subtle -- Mr. Zwingli's own face's color had changed on its own. Francis had smirked, please with himself that this had worked so well.

When the tortuous class had finally been brought to an end, Francis stood with the rest and made to leave when Mr. Zwingli called, "Francis, stay behind… we need to have a talk and I am giving you an extra assignment.”

Merde. He didn't even bother muffling his groan of despair, but it was more for the dramatics rather than genuine. He had known the potential risks very well before he had begun this little game of entertainment, and he had to accept any penalties that Mr. Zwingli deigned to throw his way. But damn, more work -- it was the last thing he wanted.

"Oui, monsieur," he muttered, approaching the chair where Mr. Zwingli was pulling it out for him and he mock bowed. "Oh, such a gentleman! Merci, mon cher." The words dripped with sarcasm; as long as he was here, he might as well try to ruffle the student teacher's feathers as much as humanly possible. Tactics involving the romantic sort sounded perfectly appealing. He smiled widely and seated himself in the chair gracefully.

[VASH ZWINGLI]

Francis had been getting under Vash’s skin since day one, this particular character was rather keen on doing anything within his power to not do work—and bring the rest of the class down the rabbit hole with him. No matter what Vash seemed to do, so far, the tormenting had persisted. It was exactly students like these that ground his gears and he dreaded having to teach. He didn’t fully understand WHY Francis had felt the need to torment his class, however he had been doing it pretty much from day one, and Vash’s patience was growing quite thin.

The fact that he lacked a proper sleeping schedule or well—any sleeping at all—was not helping with his temper. To his knowledge he had done nothing to receive this sort of treatment from any student, he disciplined them how they needed to be disciplined and he had given everyone a fair chance to get on the right foot at the beginning of the year. Either way, right now he wanted to get to the bottom of this as all of this fooling around was not amusing in the slightest and it was drawing up what little energy he had left from the few hours of sleep that he could scrounge up.

To top it all off, using your powers for pointless purposes such as to disrupt the class was becoming one of Vash’s pet peeves, if from no one else, then because of this particular French student in his class at the moment. The sarcasm was just the icing on the cake and he finally looked at his student straight on—he pulled off his reading glasses and the look he wore was nothing short of livid.

“Explain to me right now /why/ you insist on acting as a disruption in my classroom. To top it off you’re success so far in my class is negligible. So it would benefit you to /listen./” His tone was sharp and crystal clear, the sarcasm was not getting Francis any bonus points.

He could honestly think of several reasons why Francis chose to act in such a manner in his classroom—though he didn’t seem the type to have an ego to the point where his theories would be validated.

“Or do I need to repeat it in French to make things more clear?” He grit through his teeth, of course—he knew French as he had to take orders in all official languages of Switzerland and English as it was the common tongue of the world. He genuinely would tutor Francis if that were the reason he wasn’t doing well, however the boy had made it this far so he doubted it.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment—realizing that he was using an extremely sharp tone and the boy really hadn’t done that much wrong and sighed, trying to soften his tone a little. “If you’re not understanding something, ask me and I’ll help…but please do not disrupt my class like that again.”