Post by ngadams on Sept 30, 2008 19:36:06 GMT -8
Rain. Does it ever stop raining here, now?
The halls of Hogwarts were cold, quiet...unnaturally so. Of course, that's par for the course now, more often than not. The relatively "new" Charms teacher was, as ever, brooding in his disheveled office. He was half unpacked at best, with books and boxes and all sorts of personal and professional items littering the surprisingly spacious room. Pictures of family were even displayed here and there, though at best they were distanced from the professor.
For the few that would remember Jaleth, what a sight to behold! At the very kindest, he was a shadow of his former self. A sunken, dark, pale remnant of a once vibrant man. Life's cruelties, just as with so many others, overwhelmed him, and that was evident even in the dullness of his eyes.
It wasn't that he wasn't still attractive, it was just...buried. He looked disheveled...his clothes were a little out of sorts, his hair somewhat manic. He had the look of a frantic person...a bachelor...or a widow. The cares of the world, and his bitterness over it, didn't exactly make him stay up on fashion.
The office had a small fire lit, providing modest warmth at the best. Currently, there was a cowering first year sitting across from the massive desk of Jaleth, getting a rather stern talking to. If there was one thing his surly image was good for now, it was intimidation. Did anything remain of the young man?
"I tire of these discussions with you, boy. See that our paths do not cross in this manner again." Things being as they are, the boy would be wise to do just that. Judging from the way the boy scurries out, the problem was solved.
The door is open, though, as if anyone ever came through. This place was so closely watched at times, so prone to oddities...the students even seemed hesitant to come. Much less to the Charms teacher, serving out his 'punishment' of sorts for reasons seemingly unknown.
The halls of Hogwarts were cold, quiet...unnaturally so. Of course, that's par for the course now, more often than not. The relatively "new" Charms teacher was, as ever, brooding in his disheveled office. He was half unpacked at best, with books and boxes and all sorts of personal and professional items littering the surprisingly spacious room. Pictures of family were even displayed here and there, though at best they were distanced from the professor.
For the few that would remember Jaleth, what a sight to behold! At the very kindest, he was a shadow of his former self. A sunken, dark, pale remnant of a once vibrant man. Life's cruelties, just as with so many others, overwhelmed him, and that was evident even in the dullness of his eyes.
It wasn't that he wasn't still attractive, it was just...buried. He looked disheveled...his clothes were a little out of sorts, his hair somewhat manic. He had the look of a frantic person...a bachelor...or a widow. The cares of the world, and his bitterness over it, didn't exactly make him stay up on fashion.
The office had a small fire lit, providing modest warmth at the best. Currently, there was a cowering first year sitting across from the massive desk of Jaleth, getting a rather stern talking to. If there was one thing his surly image was good for now, it was intimidation. Did anything remain of the young man?
"I tire of these discussions with you, boy. See that our paths do not cross in this manner again." Things being as they are, the boy would be wise to do just that. Judging from the way the boy scurries out, the problem was solved.
The door is open, though, as if anyone ever came through. This place was so closely watched at times, so prone to oddities...the students even seemed hesitant to come. Much less to the Charms teacher, serving out his 'punishment' of sorts for reasons seemingly unknown.