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Post by Prof. Algernon Moncrieff on Mar 9, 2006 3:22:41 GMT
This is a possibility:
Algernon sits in the darkness of the Staff room. He is alone, he expects all the other teachers are asleep in their beds, and envys them for it. A cup of coffee sits on the table in front of him, and he stirs it slowly, a finger rotating above the cup, the liquid moving of it's own accord. It is quiet, even the chirping of crickets muted by the thick stone walls of the castle. Algernon stares into his coffee, watching the liquid spiral, motionless and unworried by the dark. He has learned not to be afraid of darkness.
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Post by Prof. Rainer Freundschaft on Mar 9, 2006 3:27:43 GMT
"Spells like that affect the taste, you know? They've done tests." Rainer leans against the doorway, his arms crossed and rests his exhausted gaze slightly above Algernon's eyes when he turns to see him. He is looking for someone he cannot see. He tries to grin but the light is low and Algernon will not see it anyway. "You're up late?" he says, trying again. He wants this to work.
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Post by Prof Octavious Everritt on Mar 9, 2006 3:29:54 GMT
(ooc: i would post here... other than this obviously  ... if i knew u guys werent going to... u know. enough said.) |
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Post by Prof. Algernon Moncrieff on Mar 9, 2006 3:41:17 GMT
((ooc; Thanks for being perseptive xD))
Algernon looks up at Rainer, his memory filling in what of his face the darkness hides. Even with his sight back, he cannot forget the last images. Flashes of a girl's face contorted, the long of a wand extending from his throat, and... Rainer.
He lowers his hand, circling it around the warm ceramic mug. "Wasn't going to drink it anyway. It's been sitting in the pot for Merlin knows how long... all the bloody English drink is tea." He stands, walking to the sink and spilling the liquid down the drain. He watches it for a moment, running thickly, then turns back to Rainer. "I couldn't sleep," he answers.
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Post by Prof. Rainer Freundschaft on Mar 9, 2006 3:57:16 GMT
"I make very good coffee, I am told. I detest it actually, but then I am a very picky eater," he replies, choosing to say nothing about Algernon's sleeplessness for now. Rainer takes a step in to the room, pulling up a chair to where Algernon had been sitting. "I dislike English food," he adds producing a bright red apple from his pocket without the slightest flicker of a conjuration. "A snack?" Rainer rubs the smooth skin of the fruit on the material of his sleeve and cleaves it with a breath. He holds his hand out, the white crescents sweet in his palm.
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Post by Prof. Algernon Moncrieff on Mar 9, 2006 4:12:42 GMT
"Oh... sure. Thanks." Algernon sits back down across from Rainer, reaching out his left hand to take the apple. He brings the wedge up to his mouth some what unsteadily; he is still as of yet unused to using his left hand. His right remains curled in his lap, the translucent burn hidden under his fingers. The apple is crisp and sweet, the sound of the slice breaking in two echoing about the room for a moment before fading. Algernon stares at a point on the wall, below and slightly to the right of Rainer's eyes. There are no words, and he is afraid.
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Post by Prof. Rainer Freundschaft on Mar 9, 2006 4:36:58 GMT
He cannot say it in English. Rainer takes a small bites from the apple, settling the rest in his lap. "I... I," he opens his mouth and closes it again on another bite of apple in frustration. They eat in silence. The room is made only of their sound and exists in a single dimension. Everyone near is asleep and the room is lent the qualities of a dream. They are quiet and Algernon watches him swallow. No one says a word when Rainer leans forward in to their close seperation and brings his hand to brush against Algernon's face. His slices of apple fall to the floor with soundless impact.
Touches him in the moment when he finds that he cannot say it in german either.
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Post by Prof. Algernon Moncrieff on Mar 9, 2006 21:45:40 GMT
Rainer's name is on his lips, but Algernon does not speak. He reached up to grasp the other man's hand against his cheek, his fingers sticky with apple.
Somewhere, Kieron is sleeping.
He lowers Rainer's hand to the table, resting it against the wood palm up.
This is what there is...
"Long life," he murmers, more to himself than the man who is watching him. In truth, he doesnt have to look at the lines of his palm to know that. Experience hovers over him like a cloud. He can sense it on him.
Algernon learned alot while he was blind.
He releases his hold, leaning back from Rainer.
"I forgot. You hate divination." He watches him appraisingly.
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