Post by Arthur Wyndham on Sept 3, 2009 15:33:59 GMT -5
It was early evening as Wyndham walked down the hallways questioning what was happening to him. For once, he was finally out of his dungeons, which had recently become unbearably stifling. Usually he ended up spending his time in either his classroom or Joker’s Bar. Work or fun. Sadly, his excursion from the torture chamber today could be deemed work. While he would have much rather been sitting at the bar counter drinking his favorite mead, he was here in front of the doors to the library.
Walking in, he surveyed the large chamber. Already a few students littered the tables in between the stacks, most likely over eager Ravenclaws ready to be weeks ahead in their schoolwork. Ruefully sighing, he worked his way through the bookshelves trying to find the Ristricted Section. He couldn’t remember the last time that he had been in a school library, or any library period. And here he was preparing (again) for class, finding that he needed extra knowledge for the seventh years in his NEWTS class. He really had nothing else to do on a daily basis except actually teach. For all his time spent in Joker’s Bar, he had met fairly few women on which to bestow his attentions.
Walking to the back of the library, he found an ominous looking door guarded by two stone gargoyles perched on either side. They leered at him as he walked closer to the door.
“Do you think we can eat this one if he doesn’t give us the password?” one said to the other in a mock whisper.
“We can’t eat students remember?” the other replied, obviously the smarter of the two.
“But he’s not wearing uniform robes, and he looks older. Perfect, ripe--”
“Yeah, yeah,” Wyndham interrupted, a bit impatient. “I know you’re supposed to scare away the students. Wyndham, Potion’s Master.” The old door creaked open at the announced title and the hungry gargoyle frowned at him, displeased. It started talking again, but he just proceeded inside ignoring whatever comment was coming his way. Walking to a random bookshelf, he started searching for Moste Malevolent Potions.
OOC: First to Chloe
Walking in, he surveyed the large chamber. Already a few students littered the tables in between the stacks, most likely over eager Ravenclaws ready to be weeks ahead in their schoolwork. Ruefully sighing, he worked his way through the bookshelves trying to find the Ristricted Section. He couldn’t remember the last time that he had been in a school library, or any library period. And here he was preparing (again) for class, finding that he needed extra knowledge for the seventh years in his NEWTS class. He really had nothing else to do on a daily basis except actually teach. For all his time spent in Joker’s Bar, he had met fairly few women on which to bestow his attentions.
Walking to the back of the library, he found an ominous looking door guarded by two stone gargoyles perched on either side. They leered at him as he walked closer to the door.
“Do you think we can eat this one if he doesn’t give us the password?” one said to the other in a mock whisper.
“We can’t eat students remember?” the other replied, obviously the smarter of the two.
“But he’s not wearing uniform robes, and he looks older. Perfect, ripe--”
“Yeah, yeah,” Wyndham interrupted, a bit impatient. “I know you’re supposed to scare away the students. Wyndham, Potion’s Master.” The old door creaked open at the announced title and the hungry gargoyle frowned at him, displeased. It started talking again, but he just proceeded inside ignoring whatever comment was coming his way. Walking to a random bookshelf, he started searching for Moste Malevolent Potions.
OOC: First to Chloe