Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Nov 25, 2012 13:01:50 GMT -5
The current transfigurations professor exhaled some frosty air as she stepped quietly along the lakeside. Her inhuman eyes had yet to flicker upon any corpses, which was a good thing. This semester had been quiet, even if the events in town had been rather explosive as of late.
....A quiet semester was a good thing. It meant students were behaving or at least misbehaving in a way so cunning as to not get caught. It meant the staff was supposedly doing its job. It meant there was little trouble seen. Of course, it did not mean that there was no rule-breaking or no plots hiding underground, waiting for the right moment to spring and throw all of this unsettling peace into disarray....
Unsettling peace. Yes. Peace was an uncomfortable unnatural situation, which made her skin crawl worse than if she were to face a vampire eye-to-eye during the middle of supper.
The cold, dew-glistened grass shuddered under her silent footsteps. Coolly, she continued to scan over the dark surroundings of the wet, autumnal domain.
This was her work for now: observing and guarding against scarcely a lick of action maybe once a moon and, of course, instructing and guiding students in the science of transfiguration. If nothing else, at least the students appeared more excited for this core class than with the ancient runes she taught previously?
Perhaps.
A breeze brushed her nose, filling her nostrils with the scents of rotting leaves, cold lakewater, and what one might describe as barren, naked nature. The surplus of magic spent in the area kissed her pallid skin, greeting her as comfortably as a plush toy one might have had as a child. Her scarlet hair, pulled back into a low pony-tail, dripped over her neck and into her gray hood. Her robe, that uncomfortable dreary symbol of formality, fluttered at her ankles.
Although she worked off some steam by exercising earlier, her muscles practically ached with a desire for challenge... Or maybe that was her soul. Her muscles always recovered after no more than a few seconds of any kind of ache.
The Monolayre was bored.
Maybe now would be a good time to return to a more... invigorating career path after all.
....A quiet semester was a good thing. It meant students were behaving or at least misbehaving in a way so cunning as to not get caught. It meant the staff was supposedly doing its job. It meant there was little trouble seen. Of course, it did not mean that there was no rule-breaking or no plots hiding underground, waiting for the right moment to spring and throw all of this unsettling peace into disarray....
Unsettling peace. Yes. Peace was an uncomfortable unnatural situation, which made her skin crawl worse than if she were to face a vampire eye-to-eye during the middle of supper.
The cold, dew-glistened grass shuddered under her silent footsteps. Coolly, she continued to scan over the dark surroundings of the wet, autumnal domain.
This was her work for now: observing and guarding against scarcely a lick of action maybe once a moon and, of course, instructing and guiding students in the science of transfiguration. If nothing else, at least the students appeared more excited for this core class than with the ancient runes she taught previously?
Perhaps.
A breeze brushed her nose, filling her nostrils with the scents of rotting leaves, cold lakewater, and what one might describe as barren, naked nature. The surplus of magic spent in the area kissed her pallid skin, greeting her as comfortably as a plush toy one might have had as a child. Her scarlet hair, pulled back into a low pony-tail, dripped over her neck and into her gray hood. Her robe, that uncomfortable dreary symbol of formality, fluttered at her ankles.
Although she worked off some steam by exercising earlier, her muscles practically ached with a desire for challenge... Or maybe that was her soul. Her muscles always recovered after no more than a few seconds of any kind of ache.
The Monolayre was bored.
Maybe now would be a good time to return to a more... invigorating career path after all.