Post by Rezna Lardale on Jan 15, 2006 20:03:35 GMT -5
"Forgive me, I've just arrived and was wondering where we go to get sorted," a blond girl asked an older woman as the latter passed her in one of the numerous hallways of the school. Rezna had waited a long time in the Entrance Hall only to find that no one was around and decided it was best to go searching on her own. Patience, it seemed, had dwindled out of the other's character.
"Through that far doorway, child. The fourth door to your right, just before Headmaster Windwaltz's office," the woman told her pointing in the corresponding direction. As she looked at the new student before her, the woman found that her words had quite a different affect on the girl then she expected. For, truth be told, she expected for her words to have no affect in the least.
"Professor Windwaltz?" Rezna gasped out, her green eyes growing larger by the second. Her emotions seemed to have been taken over by a hurricane, whirling in her head making her face reflect each for a second, a terrifying combination. Surprise dominated in the end, and in doing so, it gave birth to a million questions in the other's head. She had come to this school not knowing or caring for who the Head could be. Now she found the folly in that.
"Headmaster Windwaltz child!" the woman retorted, her eyebrows drawn together in question. But the only response she received was a brief nod from the girl who was already walking away down the hallway. She'd have run, but realizing that she only half payed attention to the woman, Rezna had already forgotten where exactly the Headmaster's office was supposed to be.
"Forth door," she whispered, walking past it to stand before the ruby statue of a phoenix. Looking at it, a small smile appeared on her features, before it disappeared with memories of what had happened in her past. "It's fitting, Professor," she whispered again, looking for the way into his office. For she knew as plain as day that the Phoenix marked the entrance to his room.
She didn't have to look long, for soon enough the bird statue swung aside to let her in. Surprisingly, no words were exchanged for this to happen. Yet Rezna did not waste time for such thoughts, already walking forward towards the Headmaster's office, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe that her new Headmaster could be her old Professor, for the name and phoenix couldn't possibly be a coincidence.
Rezna stopped just past the entrance, letting her eyes scan the lavishly decorated office, holding a shadowy memory of what his office used to be once. Finding a desk a little way further into the room, Rezna came to stand before it, her hands shaking slightly. She wasn't usually nervous, but it was no longer a Professor she came to see, but a Headmaster. And she could have been wrong in her assumptions.
"Profes-" she began but stopped and cleared her throat. Taking a deep breath, she called out once more, "Headmaster Windwaltz?"
It was unlike Rezna to not think such things through. After all, she'd never before have rushing into a Headmaster's office without thinking out her reasoning. But she left her old school for certain reasons and because of happening which even now she had trouble explaining. Because of that, Rezna knew she could not wait to have her questions answered, if it was possible. For could her Professor's disappearance finally be answered there, in that office, by that Professor himself?
"Through that far doorway, child. The fourth door to your right, just before Headmaster Windwaltz's office," the woman told her pointing in the corresponding direction. As she looked at the new student before her, the woman found that her words had quite a different affect on the girl then she expected. For, truth be told, she expected for her words to have no affect in the least.
"Professor Windwaltz?" Rezna gasped out, her green eyes growing larger by the second. Her emotions seemed to have been taken over by a hurricane, whirling in her head making her face reflect each for a second, a terrifying combination. Surprise dominated in the end, and in doing so, it gave birth to a million questions in the other's head. She had come to this school not knowing or caring for who the Head could be. Now she found the folly in that.
"Headmaster Windwaltz child!" the woman retorted, her eyebrows drawn together in question. But the only response she received was a brief nod from the girl who was already walking away down the hallway. She'd have run, but realizing that she only half payed attention to the woman, Rezna had already forgotten where exactly the Headmaster's office was supposed to be.
"Forth door," she whispered, walking past it to stand before the ruby statue of a phoenix. Looking at it, a small smile appeared on her features, before it disappeared with memories of what had happened in her past. "It's fitting, Professor," she whispered again, looking for the way into his office. For she knew as plain as day that the Phoenix marked the entrance to his room.
She didn't have to look long, for soon enough the bird statue swung aside to let her in. Surprisingly, no words were exchanged for this to happen. Yet Rezna did not waste time for such thoughts, already walking forward towards the Headmaster's office, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe that her new Headmaster could be her old Professor, for the name and phoenix couldn't possibly be a coincidence.
Rezna stopped just past the entrance, letting her eyes scan the lavishly decorated office, holding a shadowy memory of what his office used to be once. Finding a desk a little way further into the room, Rezna came to stand before it, her hands shaking slightly. She wasn't usually nervous, but it was no longer a Professor she came to see, but a Headmaster. And she could have been wrong in her assumptions.
"Profes-" she began but stopped and cleared her throat. Taking a deep breath, she called out once more, "Headmaster Windwaltz?"
It was unlike Rezna to not think such things through. After all, she'd never before have rushing into a Headmaster's office without thinking out her reasoning. But she left her old school for certain reasons and because of happening which even now she had trouble explaining. Because of that, Rezna knew she could not wait to have her questions answered, if it was possible. For could her Professor's disappearance finally be answered there, in that office, by that Professor himself?