Post by socks on Aug 25, 2006 8:39:35 GMT
What you hadn't noticed until Emery J. Walton - your Occlumecny Professor - pointed it out near the end of your first lesson, was that there was a small door on the far end of the classroom, just to the right of his desk. His voice was clear as he announced that if he was needed after class hours, that was where he could usually be found, scribbling away at a piece of parchment.
He was hardly anywhere else, though he failed to mention that.
The door wasn't anything special, nor was the room which it led into. It was a large study, the walls practically made of bookshelves, and the same high windows that could be found in the classroom placed themselves in his office as well. However, the shutters were almost always shut, and instead a lamp with a bright illuminating candle inside it shone fiercly across the sturdy wooden desk.
The only dissimilar quality to the classroom was the office was much cleaner. It wouldn't be healthy if the Occlumency Professor spent all his time trapped in a box positively swimming with dust.
You'd have never suspected that just beside his desk, in the rare space of the wall which wasn't covered with a bookshelf, there would be a record player- the magical record of the Hobgoblins spinning on it delicately, sending a wave of music over you as you enter.
There are also portraits of strange things and places decorating the walls, none of which you can quite describe. Animals of odd shapes, people with unfamiliar faces--
Your exploration of the room is cut short as Emery glances at you curiously, and you can almost feel his mind enter yours.
"Can I help you?"
He was hardly anywhere else, though he failed to mention that.
The door wasn't anything special, nor was the room which it led into. It was a large study, the walls practically made of bookshelves, and the same high windows that could be found in the classroom placed themselves in his office as well. However, the shutters were almost always shut, and instead a lamp with a bright illuminating candle inside it shone fiercly across the sturdy wooden desk.
The only dissimilar quality to the classroom was the office was much cleaner. It wouldn't be healthy if the Occlumency Professor spent all his time trapped in a box positively swimming with dust.
You'd have never suspected that just beside his desk, in the rare space of the wall which wasn't covered with a bookshelf, there would be a record player- the magical record of the Hobgoblins spinning on it delicately, sending a wave of music over you as you enter.
There are also portraits of strange things and places decorating the walls, none of which you can quite describe. Animals of odd shapes, people with unfamiliar faces--
Your exploration of the room is cut short as Emery glances at you curiously, and you can almost feel his mind enter yours.
"Can I help you?"