Post by Horace Slughorn on Jun 5, 2010 3:21:43 GMT -5
Professor Horace Slughorn huffed a little as he climbed the slightly dusty stone front steps of the ancient castle, lugging his briefcase. “I’m getting too old for this job,” he muttered, his walrus-like mustache twitching with the movement. He was wearing a finely and obviously custom-tailored suit of brown tweed and a brown bowler cap to match. His blue eyes twinkled in the fading golden afternoon sunlight as he nodded to a few other staff members he saw toiling about in the Entrance Hall. Crossing the room, he disappeared down the staircases that led to the dungeons to set up. The torches inside the brackets set into the stone walls here were already lit; one would be hard-pressed to find much sunlight here. He did not shiver at the slight draft as he was quite used to it by now. Besides, he had too much on his mind to even be worrying about the climate. It was a few days before the start of term and he was going to get things done as quickly as possible so he could relax before going back to grading a million and one papers. Through the window beside the door he could see the classroom:
His desk was at the far end of the classroom in front of the back wall, and on either side were shelves filled with various potions, books and little brass trinkets and instruments. In front of the shelves on the right was a chalkboard that was kept floating by an enchantment.
Torches like the ones in the hallway sat near the ceiling on the side walls and along the back wall, two bordering the doorway as well, giving the classroom a dimly lit feel. There were quite a few small tables with stools, all facing the professor’s desk and all equipped to place small cauldrons upon.
Sighing, he entered and settled down into the chair at his desk and began putting things in their designated places. Once that was done, he walked around the classroom with a notebook and quill that floated alongside him, tallying up supplies and seeing what he needed to grab more of and what not. The cabinets, which were set along the left wall, were crammed full of books and cauldrons, so everything was set there. The cabinets along the right wall were stuffed with all manner of ingredients, some of which needed to be restocked.
He ordered the quill to write down lacewing flies, armadillo bile, pomegranate seeds, and black beetle parts, but everything else seemed to be quite well-stocked. He tore the paper from the notebook and folded it neatly, flicking his wand over it twice. It folded up and became a little paper airplane and flew out of the room to find Argus Filch and meet the Potion Master’s demands.
“Now I can finally get started,” he said with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. Sitting down once more with a huge huff, he pulled out a dainty box from one of the desk drawers and began to munch on some of his favorite crystallized pineapple as he set to work preparing the first few lessons of the term.
His desk was at the far end of the classroom in front of the back wall, and on either side were shelves filled with various potions, books and little brass trinkets and instruments. In front of the shelves on the right was a chalkboard that was kept floating by an enchantment.
Torches like the ones in the hallway sat near the ceiling on the side walls and along the back wall, two bordering the doorway as well, giving the classroom a dimly lit feel. There were quite a few small tables with stools, all facing the professor’s desk and all equipped to place small cauldrons upon.
Sighing, he entered and settled down into the chair at his desk and began putting things in their designated places. Once that was done, he walked around the classroom with a notebook and quill that floated alongside him, tallying up supplies and seeing what he needed to grab more of and what not. The cabinets, which were set along the left wall, were crammed full of books and cauldrons, so everything was set there. The cabinets along the right wall were stuffed with all manner of ingredients, some of which needed to be restocked.
He ordered the quill to write down lacewing flies, armadillo bile, pomegranate seeds, and black beetle parts, but everything else seemed to be quite well-stocked. He tore the paper from the notebook and folded it neatly, flicking his wand over it twice. It folded up and became a little paper airplane and flew out of the room to find Argus Filch and meet the Potion Master’s demands.
“Now I can finally get started,” he said with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. Sitting down once more with a huge huff, he pulled out a dainty box from one of the desk drawers and began to munch on some of his favorite crystallized pineapple as he set to work preparing the first few lessons of the term.
