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Post by Prof. Eithne l'Keitha on Jul 31, 2007 19:07:22 GMT
Professor l'Keitha turned the golden hourglass hanging on a hook in the wall upside down, letting the next hour run. She had exactly that long before dinner.
Settling into the dark green armchair behind her desk, the professor produced a plate of Chevrotin and teapot of English Earl with a flick of her wand.
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Post by Prof. Eithne l'Keitha on Aug 7, 2007 3:15:29 GMT
Between the suspicious ministry officers wandering the grounds and renegade vigilante groups lurking about, the professor didn't know what to make of what was happening to Hogwarts. There were more adults than students at the school! She missed the days of possessed forests... now it was all political, mundane, and dirty. "Or maybe they're all just pedos looking for hanky panky from students," she muttered, sipping her tea. And what of that pirate raid all those years ago? It seemed silly to dwell on it, but why would anyone suspect there was treasure on a poor fishing island? Feeling her head start to swarm with too many thoughts all at once, she drew the silvery threads of memories from her temple and into an old stone receptacle covered in runes. She watched the ghostly images churn.  |
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Post by spaghetti231 on Aug 7, 2007 3:25:10 GMT
"Hello professor, I just wanted to apologize about class today," said Zerrubabel, slowly making his way into Professor L'Keitha's office. "I didn't mean to ruin the lesson, or bring up bad memories. If I had had any idea..." Zerrubabel allowed his words to trail off. He stared into the pensieve, seeing a wispy curl of smoke that looked oddly familiar. He glanced back at the professor, not sure whether she wanted him to look or not. He looked up at her, and gave a sheepish smile. "I trust you are feeling well?"
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Post by Prof. Eithne l'Keitha on Aug 9, 2007 3:16:54 GMT
"Oh I'm fine," she insisted with a wave of her hand. "I hope you don't think I was... upset. Well, maybe a bit - you did try to PILLAGE us an all, but I won't take it personally." For the first time, she looked directly at Zerrubabel - she certainly recognized that crooked grin now. The way his dark eyebrows were set above his eyes and the obstinate jaw gave him a perpetually earnest yet stubborn expression.
Setting aside the penseive, Eithne sat back and continued scrutinizing the Gryffindor. "So, what else do you remember from that day? Did you end up finding any...ah, treasure?"
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Post by spaghetti231 on Aug 9, 2007 3:37:03 GMT
'Well, I found you,' he thought to himself. "We didn't make off with too many galleons, it was a fishing village though, so that's understandable. The first mate said going there was a mistake, but that was only after we had boarded the ship. We scouted out the area, even I knew it looked like a simple village, but my father didn't get to where he was by making mistakes, so I said nothing. I just assumed he knew something I didn't. He took a different attitude from that day on. It didn't seem to be about gold, there were plenty of huge ports that were simply ripe for plundering...I still don't understand it. He had been studying too. Ancient books...translating runes...I thought i was going to go through some tutoring sessions, but he never spoke to me about any of it. He didn't speak to me much at all after that, in fact." said Zerrubabel, trying to make sense of his jarred memories. Maybe time and distance had distorted those decade old wisps of memory, but even now he didn't understand it all. 'There must be something...deeper,' he thought to himself, his face contorting to match his inward struggle.
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