Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Jan 13, 2011 16:13:11 GMT -5
At the far end of the third floor, beyond the transfigurations, defense against the dark arts, and charms classrooms, lied one more classroom in wait: the ancient runes class, which hadn't been occupied in over three years.
Someone had recently used a blitzkrieg of cleaning charms to remove the dust and webs, but spiders still crawled about. An old cabinet in the back of the room had recently been opened, shut, and resealed. If one listened closely, then one might hear the sounds of scuttling from inside. A yellow sticky note was placed on it with the words "DO NOT OPEN." The stone wall was opened by three windows on the side of the room farthest from the door, which let it some of the late afternoon light. The rest of the chamber was lit by an assortment of candles, as could only be expected in a school of magic. A shelf toward the front of the room held a variety of books on the matters of runes. This was near the teacher's desk--although unused for quite some time, spare quills and parchment could be found there, as well as well-used edition of this class's textbook. The wall next to the desk had a circle seven-foot tall filled with various other circles, crossing lines, and ancient runes. The lines were marked as if charred by magic.
Expecting only a small number of students to arrive, only twelve desks were present in four columns of three.
Someone (not the professor, mind) sent out a plethora of flyers throughout the castle (apparently, that's how things were done these days) that informed the students of a runes class taking place. It even came with a map. Of course, only students in their third year or above were permitted.
A quarter of an hour until class was scheduled, the professor was done setting up. Expecting to return right at time for the lecture, she left her classroom to investigate the Ravenwood Tower--apparently, some idiots blew up her favorite place on campus.
Besides, she'd rather greet her students all at once than having to deal with chatter beforehand.
DERP!Someone had recently used a blitzkrieg of cleaning charms to remove the dust and webs, but spiders still crawled about. An old cabinet in the back of the room had recently been opened, shut, and resealed. If one listened closely, then one might hear the sounds of scuttling from inside. A yellow sticky note was placed on it with the words "DO NOT OPEN." The stone wall was opened by three windows on the side of the room farthest from the door, which let it some of the late afternoon light. The rest of the chamber was lit by an assortment of candles, as could only be expected in a school of magic. A shelf toward the front of the room held a variety of books on the matters of runes. This was near the teacher's desk--although unused for quite some time, spare quills and parchment could be found there, as well as well-used edition of this class's textbook. The wall next to the desk had a circle seven-foot tall filled with various other circles, crossing lines, and ancient runes. The lines were marked as if charred by magic.
Expecting only a small number of students to arrive, only twelve desks were present in four columns of three.
Someone (not the professor, mind) sent out a plethora of flyers throughout the castle (apparently, that's how things were done these days) that informed the students of a runes class taking place. It even came with a map. Of course, only students in their third year or above were permitted.
A quarter of an hour until class was scheduled, the professor was done setting up. Expecting to return right at time for the lecture, she left her classroom to investigate the Ravenwood Tower--apparently, some idiots blew up her favorite place on campus.
Besides, she'd rather greet her students all at once than having to deal with chatter beforehand.