Coming up to the school wasn't exactly as much of a chore as Leon had thought it would be. He'd occasionally look around to see if the strange man was still following him, but on the whole Leon's company didn't seem to receive much more but a strange glance and a few curious whispers. Nobody seemed to bother to stop them, and (luckily) Leon didn't have to encounter any of his friends who might ask him questions or postpone him. He wanted to get to the bottom of this mystery as soon as possible.
Plus, he didn't want the man to feel nervous - if somebody stopped Leon and began to question him, or even converse with him, the man would have no idea what they were talking about.
Leon led the man up the stairs to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The Gryffindor didn't actually know if Professor Morrison would be in or not. The famous James Mustang was Mayor of Drakborough, as well, and it was very likely he'd be in his office downtown. But it was still school hours, and it was possible that he'd catch the Mayor and Professor packing up and ready to leave, or having just finished a class.
It was a hope, anyway.
Not wanting to risk walking in on a class, Leon knocked on the door.
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Post by Decimus Livius on Jun 6, 2012 14:07:38 GMT -5
The structure Livius entered was larger and more magnificent than anything he'd ever seen before. Even the aqueduct in Segovia was nothing compared to this place. Livius pondered, for a moment, on if the fabled Forum even compared to this palace. The word palace was not familiar to Livius and not the word he was thinking. He thought of the concept, and just that.
As an aside, you will find often that Livius' thoughts are in pictures and concepts instead of words. The words are for you.
The great crystal/glass structures present in the fields near this building were just a taste of this oddity. Livius felt very alien, as if he was not even among mortal men such as himself. There was a feeling of "otherness" that was terrifying him, but if he had ever learned anything from his father, Decimus Livius Antoninus knew not to show fear.
When they reached the door to wherever they were going, however, Livius let his guard down and looked concernedly around himself. Whatever came out of that door could be an executioner, tyrant, jailer, or the such. The boy pointed at his head while saying "professor", yet he may have been indicating a future beheading in Livus' future...
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Jun 8, 2012 17:30:46 GMT -5
James was, in fact, in. He had actually neglected to inform his students of his office hours, an error he'd have to remedy straightaway. He had already began to make the DADA office another little bastion of his, a home away from home. It was a fairly large room to begin with, but he'd gotten permission from the headmaster to play around with its dimensions. He'd filled it with things that would be pertinent to this job, and really made it look like a proper Defense professor's office. He had a shelf against the opposite wall from his desk, covering the entire wall, filled with books he'd pillaged from the Watchtower library. It had books filled with strange and dangerous spells and curses, secret histories of wizards and witches lost to the ages, bestiaries with beautiful hand illustrated images of extinct monsters. He had his bases covered for a mini research library. This year would be interesting for his students...
He had a huge desk, absolutely cluttered with scrolls and books. He was poring over a history of necromancers for a future class, taking notes and preparing his lesson plan, when there came a knock at the door. Off in the corner a sleeping gremlin stirred in its cage. He had caught the nasty little saboteur attempting to unravel the wards he had on his home in Drakborough. He might have been lured by the complexity of the enchantments, though James had not ruled out malicious intent. Whatever the case, the beast would provide a very unique lesson for his younger students.
James checked his Dark Detectors, nothing registered as a threat but his Foe Glass was behaving oddly. He'd have to get it recalibrated. He opened the door with a wave of his wand and recognized one of his students in the doorway.
Post by Leon Foster on Jun 14, 2012 15:30:49 GMT -5
Leon let out a sigh of relief when the Professor opened the door to admit him. During the span of time in which there was no response, the Gryffindor was beginning to believe he had to take his strange guest somewhere else - and if the Mayor of Drakborough wasn't around, and there was no, to Leon's knowledge anyway, appointed Headmaster, then who?
But that wasn't going to be a problem.
"Hello Professor," the Gryffindor greeted the Mayor, "this strange man was in the Greenhouses and he doesn't speak English, so I thought I'd bring him to you."
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Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Jun 15, 2012 2:32:23 GMT -5
James beckoned them in.
He stood up and looked the man over. What is he wearing? James thought to himself. He fully took in what the other man was wearing as they stepped through his door. A roughspun green tunic and Roman style sandals. What were they called again? Calcei? Was this some local eccentric he didn't know about? All his clothes looked distinctly handmade. He was sweaty, he had been running. And he was gazing at everything in wide-eyed fascination. Was this some mad Muggle that had somehow slipped through every enchantment on this place unnoticed? Highly unlikely.
"No English, eh? Foster, please close the door behind you and your guest. What exactly does he speak, Foster? Remember anything he said?"
Post by Decimus Livius on Jun 15, 2012 2:59:55 GMT -5
Livius followed his young host inside the room. The room did not appear to be remarkably dangerous, as it was covered almost in its entirety in colorful and varied codices - more than Livius had ever seen in his entire life. This place must be some formal governmental building, the Roman considered.
The two men conversed in the language that Livius could only follow through inflection and intonation. As far as he was concerned, they were gibbering back and forth. As he watched them speak, Livius noticed how odd the men looked. They were certainly nothing similar to any Roman, Hispanus, or otherwise people Livius had ever seen.
((OOC: I apologize for how short this is. Livius is just very confused and a little terrified ))
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