Post by Protégé on Jan 23, 2006 19:01:39 GMT -5
At the university, there were many places where few students seemed to go. At the top of the list was the forest, but that was because of fear of death. It was logical, rational, and was a perfect thing to think. Of course, it wasn't the only place where students didn't travel often. One of the other places where few students seemed to dwell was the final resting place of the founder, Salazar Slytherin, along with students who had met with an untimely demise. True, death was an unavoilable part of life, yet people seemed to do their best to dodge it. This came in a variety of forms: finding ways to cure disease, eating a special way to have good health, and avoiding danger. But a lot of people just stayed away from those who had died.
Walking into this place of the dead, Protégé felt as if the eyes of those who were buried there were watching him, judging him from beyond the grave. He had come to the place feeling that he might have a feeling like that, so he had decided to dress himself up just a bit. He had even worn his school robes, with unrolled sleeves, to show that even if he didn't wear them often, he still respected what they meant. They meant he was a student of Firefox, and by respecting that symbol, he was respecting the school, and therefore also showing respect for its founder and students. His robes flapped around his jeans and boots as he walked, while his brownish-blonde hair hid his eyes, which had a less vivid green while he wakled in reverence to those who had passed on.
Listening to his footfalls echo in the silence of the room, Protégé turned his head to the left and right. Tombs where the remains of others were placed were placed along the walls, each one with something carved into, a name, inscription, or an obituary. He did not stop to read them, for he felt that a normal person would not want a person to have to know what they had done before they respected them. Instead, the people would just want respect, for the fact that they had come here and died, for a variety of reasons. In his opinion, that was enough. Though what they may have done could have agreed or disagreed with his personal views, that was no reason to disrespect them. Doing something was enough to earn the reverence of any man.
Eventually, he came to the tomb he had been saving for last. It was the largest and most magnificent one there, but that did not lessen Protégé's opinion of the great man. He had founded two schools and led both along great paths, which was a very notable deed. But he was also the original founder of Protégé's house, and that was what made the greatest impact on him. This man had been there for his house, passing on his name to each of the students who came to his house. He had struggled in the past, created a school, left it, and then founded this one, and made a new image of himself. He had done something few others would have dared to do, something that not only asked for respect, but commanded it.
Standing there now, Protégé was at a loss for words or thoughts. It was, in a way, a meeting between old and new, ambition that had gone somewhere and ambition that could lead somewhere. True, it wasn't a real meeting, for one was dead and the other was just a young kid, but Protégé still felt that it had meaning. He had come to this place to show respect to the man, but now it seemed that the man deserved more. At this crypt, Protégé realized what the school really needed. Slytherin did not create the school to create wizards a certain way, he made it just to make sure wizards with ambition that the man had had could go somewhere. In this place, Protégé felt that his ambition was not just something that should be used, but instead, was something that must be used.
Walking into this place of the dead, Protégé felt as if the eyes of those who were buried there were watching him, judging him from beyond the grave. He had come to the place feeling that he might have a feeling like that, so he had decided to dress himself up just a bit. He had even worn his school robes, with unrolled sleeves, to show that even if he didn't wear them often, he still respected what they meant. They meant he was a student of Firefox, and by respecting that symbol, he was respecting the school, and therefore also showing respect for its founder and students. His robes flapped around his jeans and boots as he walked, while his brownish-blonde hair hid his eyes, which had a less vivid green while he wakled in reverence to those who had passed on.
Listening to his footfalls echo in the silence of the room, Protégé turned his head to the left and right. Tombs where the remains of others were placed were placed along the walls, each one with something carved into, a name, inscription, or an obituary. He did not stop to read them, for he felt that a normal person would not want a person to have to know what they had done before they respected them. Instead, the people would just want respect, for the fact that they had come here and died, for a variety of reasons. In his opinion, that was enough. Though what they may have done could have agreed or disagreed with his personal views, that was no reason to disrespect them. Doing something was enough to earn the reverence of any man.
Eventually, he came to the tomb he had been saving for last. It was the largest and most magnificent one there, but that did not lessen Protégé's opinion of the great man. He had founded two schools and led both along great paths, which was a very notable deed. But he was also the original founder of Protégé's house, and that was what made the greatest impact on him. This man had been there for his house, passing on his name to each of the students who came to his house. He had struggled in the past, created a school, left it, and then founded this one, and made a new image of himself. He had done something few others would have dared to do, something that not only asked for respect, but commanded it.
Standing there now, Protégé was at a loss for words or thoughts. It was, in a way, a meeting between old and new, ambition that had gone somewhere and ambition that could lead somewhere. True, it wasn't a real meeting, for one was dead and the other was just a young kid, but Protégé still felt that it had meaning. He had come to this place to show respect to the man, but now it seemed that the man deserved more. At this crypt, Protégé realized what the school really needed. Slytherin did not create the school to create wizards a certain way, he made it just to make sure wizards with ambition that the man had had could go somewhere. In this place, Protégé felt that his ambition was not just something that should be used, but instead, was something that must be used.