Willow had climbed the stairs to the tower, and was now standing outside the astonomy classroom, trying to regain the nerve to knock on the door. On the way up, she had been aware that every footstep echoed up the tower, announcing her prescence to all who were there.
It was a saturday, so she didn't expect Ryder to be busy with anything other than what she was coming for. Maybe I should have sent an owl, Willow thought, hovering outside the classroom. Too late now. She was wearing a dark red cloak and a black dress that tied up the back. Not that you could see it. It didn't have sleeves, but it had a strap that fastened at the back of her neck.
Her pale green eyes were not dark like they got when she felt troubled or frightened. She wasn't either. Willow Michelle was just nervous. Shadow had mentioned Ryder, and she supposed she had to introduce herself sooner or later. So why not sooner?
Finally, with a hard swallow, Willow rapped on the door. The gloves on her hands, one meant to hide the mark and another just for camoflauge, were fingerless. Clenching the marked fist as she waited, Willow went over everything she had wanted to say.
Post by skullwhite on Nov 17, 2007 13:28:48 GMT -5
Ryder was spending this particular Saturday morning sitting in his office, looking over some of the homework papers from his older class. He had enchanted one of those muggle contraptions known as a 'C.D. Player' to work on magic, and his office was filled with old-fashioned classical music. Vivaldi, Handel, Beethoven, Mozart, each filled the room in turn.
He was just humming along to the Ode to Joy, when he heard a rapping sound at his door. He stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in his cinnamon colored slacks with pale yellow pinstripes, and straightening out his white oxford he was wearing under a pale yellow vest. A suit jacket hung from the back of his chair. On his feet were shiny, expensive-looking, black, leather shoes.
Opening the door, he beheld a young girl, one Willow Michelle. She was a member of the rebellion he was helping Gwen and Shadow with. He smiled beatifically at her. "Good morning, Miss Michelle. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company at this early hour?" He asked, gesturing for her to come in. His office was quite nicely done, and in addition to his gleamingly polished oak desk with its plush chair in the corner, there was a small seating area, consisting of a few armchairs and a settee, grouped around a fireplace, in which a fire was glowing cheerfully. Tapestries and painting depicting Faerie creatures adorned the walls.
"Before we get to business, Willow, is there anything I can get you, tea perhaps, or maybe something small to eat?" He asked, in his typical genteel manner. He genuinely took pride in being a good host to whomever should deign to visit him. "Please, feel free to make yourself at home."
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