Post by Wolfram Emmerich on Aug 17, 2012 23:36:13 GMT -5
Wolfram Emmerich could see the benefits in having the most important place in a magical institution, the Headmaster's Office, on the very top floor of a labyrinthine Castle. No doubt the most important arcane instruments of the school would be safely under the watch of its most powerful wizard or witch, and it would be a very difficult task indeed to fight one's way through a defense that included the walls of a fortified castle and magical inhabitants at every turn.
Still, for all its practicality and use, the old wizard wished they'd had a separate office just for visitors.
The Old Wolf was remarkably fit for his age. He needed no cane nor walked with no limp or hunch. Living out in the wilderness for the past several years, he'd made it a point to exercise every day by walking in the woods and going hunting with his dog, Rover. The climb up the stairs was not as hard as it would normally be for people of his age - nigh impossible - but it was still a greater chore for him than it would be for someone much younger. When he finally reached the top floor of the school, he let out a sigh of relief.
His eyes glanced to the paintings on the wall. They all seemed such young men and women, all of them, not a single one looking a day over 30, with some of them not even looking a day over 20. Compared to his own alma mater, Durmstrang, which had been filled with the images of stern, hardy men and women of Northern and Eastern European descent, these images looked more like the images of family members than Headmasters. What kind of school was this, anyway, appointing children to teach children?
No wonder this school, of all places, was having such difficulties with the Black Forest Church. How could a place run by children possibly handle the machinations of a diabolical mastermind who was much older than them, not to mention a fanatical institution which was possibly older than the walls that surrounded them?
The old wizard approached a mysterious Phoenix standing at the end of the hall, and snorted gruffly. "Is there supposed to be some kind of password? I do not know the password." He knocked on the phoenix statue, and shouted brusquely to anyone who could hear, "HELLO? I HAVE RECEIVED AN INVITATION TO COME TO THIS SCHOOL AND MEET WITH ONE OF THE PROFESSORS. I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHERE SHE IS. IF THIS IS AN ENTRANCE, PLEASE LET ME ENTER."
Wolfram growled slightly. He sincerely hoped he hadn't just walked up all those stairs just to arrive at a dead end.
Still, for all its practicality and use, the old wizard wished they'd had a separate office just for visitors.
The Old Wolf was remarkably fit for his age. He needed no cane nor walked with no limp or hunch. Living out in the wilderness for the past several years, he'd made it a point to exercise every day by walking in the woods and going hunting with his dog, Rover. The climb up the stairs was not as hard as it would normally be for people of his age - nigh impossible - but it was still a greater chore for him than it would be for someone much younger. When he finally reached the top floor of the school, he let out a sigh of relief.
His eyes glanced to the paintings on the wall. They all seemed such young men and women, all of them, not a single one looking a day over 30, with some of them not even looking a day over 20. Compared to his own alma mater, Durmstrang, which had been filled with the images of stern, hardy men and women of Northern and Eastern European descent, these images looked more like the images of family members than Headmasters. What kind of school was this, anyway, appointing children to teach children?
No wonder this school, of all places, was having such difficulties with the Black Forest Church. How could a place run by children possibly handle the machinations of a diabolical mastermind who was much older than them, not to mention a fanatical institution which was possibly older than the walls that surrounded them?
The old wizard approached a mysterious Phoenix standing at the end of the hall, and snorted gruffly. "Is there supposed to be some kind of password? I do not know the password." He knocked on the phoenix statue, and shouted brusquely to anyone who could hear, "HELLO? I HAVE RECEIVED AN INVITATION TO COME TO THIS SCHOOL AND MEET WITH ONE OF THE PROFESSORS. I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHERE SHE IS. IF THIS IS AN ENTRANCE, PLEASE LET ME ENTER."
Wolfram growled slightly. He sincerely hoped he hadn't just walked up all those stairs just to arrive at a dead end.