Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 11, 2010 17:08:03 GMT -5
(OOC: Although I'm starting this off with my own post, anyone receiving messages at breakfast may post here. (: It's mail time~)
Astin started when a letter was dropped in front of his breakfast platter. He looked to his sides to see if the people on either side had been expecting mail, but it didn't look like they had, as they were continuing with their food. He shrugged. It must have been a mistake.
He picked up the letter to find his name on it. Perhaps it was not a mistake. But who would send him letters? He hadn't written his mother yet... He opened the letter and unfolded the parchment. It was an unfamiliar handwriting, at that.
His brow furrowed in confusion and concern as he read. Who knew about the box? Only him, Dastan, and Professor Smith. But he and Dastan weren't speaking, Professor Smith would have simply told him to his face, and he certainly hadn't written himself a creepy stalker letter. What did this mean?
He shot a look toward Dastan, wondering if he'd received a letter in kind. It didn't seem so. Who was following him closely enough to know about the box, then? This was just... weird.
But he had to take the chance. If this letter was the truth, then he could find out what the Box of Ambrosius wanted him to accomplish. That could save countless hours of work and trial and error. But he couldn't show it to a professor, as the letter suggested; they would make sure that he didn't get into the Restricted Section. He would have to take that chance.
Astin set his mouth in a firm line. Then he'd have to do research. He'd get into the Restricted Section the moment he was the slightest bit confident he'd be able to find the book. This wasn't going to be another failure in his long line of failures. This was going to be the one thing he did right, no matter how hard he had to try to do it.
Astin started when a letter was dropped in front of his breakfast platter. He looked to his sides to see if the people on either side had been expecting mail, but it didn't look like they had, as they were continuing with their food. He shrugged. It must have been a mistake.
He picked up the letter to find his name on it. Perhaps it was not a mistake. But who would send him letters? He hadn't written his mother yet... He opened the letter and unfolded the parchment. It was an unfamiliar handwriting, at that.
His brow furrowed in confusion and concern as he read. Who knew about the box? Only him, Dastan, and Professor Smith. But he and Dastan weren't speaking, Professor Smith would have simply told him to his face, and he certainly hadn't written himself a creepy stalker letter. What did this mean?
He shot a look toward Dastan, wondering if he'd received a letter in kind. It didn't seem so. Who was following him closely enough to know about the box, then? This was just... weird.
But he had to take the chance. If this letter was the truth, then he could find out what the Box of Ambrosius wanted him to accomplish. That could save countless hours of work and trial and error. But he couldn't show it to a professor, as the letter suggested; they would make sure that he didn't get into the Restricted Section. He would have to take that chance.
Astin set his mouth in a firm line. Then he'd have to do research. He'd get into the Restricted Section the moment he was the slightest bit confident he'd be able to find the book. This wasn't going to be another failure in his long line of failures. This was going to be the one thing he did right, no matter how hard he had to try to do it.