Year/Job
Sixth Year
Metamorphmagus
Alanna
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Post by Angel Taylor on Feb 26, 2024 13:10:35 GMT -8
Pouting, Angel trailed nir free hand over the spines of old books while ne wandered through the many stacks of books. Originally ne had come looking for a Defence Against the Dark Arts reference book so ne could finish nir assignment. Since ne was there Angel fingered why not look through the advanced transfiguration textbooks on the second floor, of course Angel had already read most of the books Hogwarts had on the subject, but ne didn't see anything wrong with checking when ne had the time and ne was already there. As expected, there wasn't much Angel had seen already, there were a few book ne hadn't read yet.
Turning left Angel clicked nir tongue against nir teeth. Ne had no clue how to get out of the library, ne hadn't been paying enough attention and had lost track of just where the stairs back down was. Now ne had a couple of books in one arm and more than a few regrets.
Trying to figure out where ne had ended up Angel read the titles of books as ne walked past. "Generational curses? True Pain and Pinning? WHat kind of books are these?" Angel wondered, one eyebrow lifting at the dark titles. Yup, ne was well and truly lost.
Notes: Open <3
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Year/Job
Professor of Ghoul Studies
Travis
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Post by Dr. Bryant Tannen on May 8, 2024 7:37:39 GMT -8
Bryant didn’t spend much time in the library when he was a student. His youth was spent, rather, chasing girls in the courtyard, or chasing girls in the dining hall, or chasing girls in the owlery, or chasing girls in the library. Okay, so there was the occasional bibliographic excursion on the odd day that Annalynne Wentworth wandered into the library, but it was less reading for Bryant and more peering conspicuously over a comically large book.
But Bryant was a man of distinction now! As a Hogwarts professor, he would more than occasionally stroll through the library, pulling its large volumes from the shelves and staring at the pages mumbling things like, “indeed” and “elementary” and whispering, “preposterous drivel!” after a small mirthless chuckle. It wasn’t necessarily about reading the books as it was about appearing to read the books. The secret to being a Hogwarts professor for ten years without knowing a thing was pretending to know things.
Today, Bryant was tucked away in True Pain and Pining section of the library, flipping through a large folio titled A Complete History of Magic Pox In the Fourteenth Century. “Hmm, yes,” Bryant scratched his chin, appearing to study its pages over pair of small spectacles. “I disagree with that assessment.”
When Bryant looked up from the book, he spotted the student coming down the stacks his way, ensuring that his performative reading wouldn’t go unnoticed. “Hey!” Bryant called, slamming the thick book shut on his finger. Didn’t hurt at all. “What are you doing here? Why do you look lost? This isn’t the restricted section but it isn’t not the restricted section, you dig?”
Angel Taylor
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Year/Job
Sixth Year
Metamorphmagus
Alanna
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Post by Angel Taylor on May 11, 2024 12:36:04 GMT -8
The loud clap of a book slamming shut startled Angel so much ne even jumped. It was so loud and so sudden that Angel could've sworn that the sound echoed in the otherwise quite library. Blinking less like a hawk or raven and more like an owl Angel locked eye with a professor, at least Angel assumed he was a professor. It was hard for Angel to say because ne always got the feeling that Mr. Tannen lived like Angel did: performatively. His class, Ghoul Studies, sounded made up and over inflated, and the way he talked sometimes, every now and then Angel would over hear him saying something like 'elementary', or 'I do it for the kids', or even pretentious things like: preposterous. Who even used words like 'preposterous'? All of it added up to a man that took everything he knew about being a professor from stories like Sherlock and Indian Jones, and then dial the pretense up to eight at least. Yup, that was Angel's measure of the man, he performed as much as Angel did nemself; the difference being that Angel was a better actor.
Maybe Angel was reading into things too much, it was hard to say, ne often assumed that people were acting, or preforming, or lying. Probably because ne lying like a bloody rug. Realizing this though would've required introspection on Angel's part and ne were aggressively against introspection to any degree.
"Oh, yes I am," Angel admitted, ne had to choke down nir first instinct, which was to lie. But ne really didn't need to, it was just habit for Angel. "I was just looking for advanced transfiguration textbooks," ne explained, eyes wide with innocent intention. Which was actually true. You know, for once.
What was Mr Tannen playing at ne wondered, was he trying to be a 'Cool Professor'? Because if so Angel could think of much cooler professores, ones that didn't try at all. This guy just made Angel more suspicious. "Of course it isn't the restricted section, I have no reason to be there. Why would I risk detention for no reason at all." Nodding understanding ne gave Mr. Tannen a small smile.
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