Post by Ras Alawhara on Sept 11, 2007 18:15:05 GMT -5
Ras had been given an office much like his one in St. Mungo's, but this one was even less furnished. It had, quite literally, nothing in it. Just a stone box with a window to let in light. Ras wouldn't have minded so much, but he needed at least a desk, a chair, and some personal belongings. So, in order to bring these things in, he had asked to borrow some house elves and paid them graciously with sweets and stockings while they brought up his large oaken slab of a desk and his high backed , yet very comfortable, Elizabethan style chair. Beautifully carved into the back of the chair was the ancient symbol of all healers: The snake around the branch.
He had carried some smaller things by himself, including a painting done by his 'son', Novus, of the 'family' on the train to Spain. They were all smiling together, which was something Ras had never seen. It wasn't that they were unhappy together, quite the contrary, but they had little to be happy about. The woes of a past, the damnations of sin, and the secret of slaughter.
Also, he carried with him a small bag, which due to a charm, contained an entire book shelf, books included. He had the elves pull it out for him. Also, in the bag, was a phonograph player. He set it up on the window ledge, which went back pretty far, and reduced the size of the horn to make it quieter. He put a record on it, Classical strings performing Pachalbel's Canon in D-Major. It would be very soft, and would play forever.
Ras then took a seat in his chair behind his desk, looked down at the blank expanse of the oak, and decided to perhaps check on the burn victims from the other night. Also, he hoped, he would run into Carrie. He stood and walked towards the door.
He had carried some smaller things by himself, including a painting done by his 'son', Novus, of the 'family' on the train to Spain. They were all smiling together, which was something Ras had never seen. It wasn't that they were unhappy together, quite the contrary, but they had little to be happy about. The woes of a past, the damnations of sin, and the secret of slaughter.
Also, he carried with him a small bag, which due to a charm, contained an entire book shelf, books included. He had the elves pull it out for him. Also, in the bag, was a phonograph player. He set it up on the window ledge, which went back pretty far, and reduced the size of the horn to make it quieter. He put a record on it, Classical strings performing Pachalbel's Canon in D-Major. It would be very soft, and would play forever.
Ras then took a seat in his chair behind his desk, looked down at the blank expanse of the oak, and decided to perhaps check on the burn victims from the other night. Also, he hoped, he would run into Carrie. He stood and walked towards the door.