Post by chait pivane on Nov 11, 2013 12:48:50 GMT -5
To the left of the hallway corridor stands an unadorned door, unadorned with markings or signs but a simple name plate stating "Professor C. Pivane." There are no spells to keep the door protected, no curses or jinxes or wizardly traps but a single broomstick laid across the inside of the doorway which each newcomer is forced to step over before entering the room itself. The office is overwhelming, filled with more pieces and decorations than the eyes can take in with one sweep. To the immediate left wall leans towering bookshelves with tomes in all shapes and sizes, varying from slender light blue books that ripple with excitement when the reader touches their spine to dusty leather-bound books strapped closed and nailed to the shelf. Part of the shelf is dedicated to stacks of parchment rolls seemingly an unorganized mess of notes from the Professor's own hand.
To the immediate front wall hangs a variety of peculiar objects. Centered on the wall is a silver shape, an ornate crescent moon crossed with an arrow and would loosely with what appeared to be a piece of dead ivy. There were a bundle of shrunken heads tied together by their long hair, faces frozen in a perpetual grief that only their maker could truly share. A palm shaped amulet gleans light from the only window, showering the room with ripples of changing blue and green light-- sometimes red when the single red eye centered in the palm is alight. Other items hanging from the wall included a dreamcatcher with eagle feathers, an ornate gold-rimmed mirror, a tank of what appears to be snake eggs, and a small collection of plants in hangers nailed to the wall and larger pots on the floor.
On the immediate right wall is perhaps the most peculiar part of Professor Pivane's office. A white sheet stretched over several boxes and tables to make an altar, adorned with a variety of curious things. There were skulls, some painted with bright colors and patterns and others left plain and looking suspiciously real. Floating white lights swirled silently around the altar, casting light onto the silver and gold relics seemingly scattered purposefully around the altar. On the center table laid a clay bowl of water with three feathers floating in the middle-- two eagle and one raven. On either side of the water were two piles of fresh food-- one of baked goods and the other fresh fruit, clearly frequently refreshed. Before the altar was a single cushion, worn from frequent use.
Chait's desk sat to the far right wall a few feet in front of the fireplace that always had a fire in its hearth. There was a ladder next to the fireplace, leading up into a second floor for his private space, which of course was magicked itself so that none could enter but himself. There stood a large cabinet filled with an array of dishes and practical goods while locked cabinets held his class notes themselves. His desk was constantly full of books and parchments and more commonly a pleasantly plump black cat who had made a bed of his work space. His cat, Marie as he had named her, was jet black in color but for a pair of wide yellow eyes and would jump down to greet any student who entered.
On the rare occasions a student would not find Professor Pivane in his office, he would not lock his door (for he had his own ways of protecting his space), but instead would leave a sparkling incantation on the outside: Sorry you missed me. Leave me a note here or send me an owl. Next to the incantation would be the magicked face of a cat who would open a mouth expectantly, swallowing the notes of students with gusto and transporting the notes to the top of Professor Pivane's desk.
To the immediate front wall hangs a variety of peculiar objects. Centered on the wall is a silver shape, an ornate crescent moon crossed with an arrow and would loosely with what appeared to be a piece of dead ivy. There were a bundle of shrunken heads tied together by their long hair, faces frozen in a perpetual grief that only their maker could truly share. A palm shaped amulet gleans light from the only window, showering the room with ripples of changing blue and green light-- sometimes red when the single red eye centered in the palm is alight. Other items hanging from the wall included a dreamcatcher with eagle feathers, an ornate gold-rimmed mirror, a tank of what appears to be snake eggs, and a small collection of plants in hangers nailed to the wall and larger pots on the floor.
On the immediate right wall is perhaps the most peculiar part of Professor Pivane's office. A white sheet stretched over several boxes and tables to make an altar, adorned with a variety of curious things. There were skulls, some painted with bright colors and patterns and others left plain and looking suspiciously real. Floating white lights swirled silently around the altar, casting light onto the silver and gold relics seemingly scattered purposefully around the altar. On the center table laid a clay bowl of water with three feathers floating in the middle-- two eagle and one raven. On either side of the water were two piles of fresh food-- one of baked goods and the other fresh fruit, clearly frequently refreshed. Before the altar was a single cushion, worn from frequent use.
Chait's desk sat to the far right wall a few feet in front of the fireplace that always had a fire in its hearth. There was a ladder next to the fireplace, leading up into a second floor for his private space, which of course was magicked itself so that none could enter but himself. There stood a large cabinet filled with an array of dishes and practical goods while locked cabinets held his class notes themselves. His desk was constantly full of books and parchments and more commonly a pleasantly plump black cat who had made a bed of his work space. His cat, Marie as he had named her, was jet black in color but for a pair of wide yellow eyes and would jump down to greet any student who entered.
On the rare occasions a student would not find Professor Pivane in his office, he would not lock his door (for he had his own ways of protecting his space), but instead would leave a sparkling incantation on the outside: Sorry you missed me. Leave me a note here or send me an owl. Next to the incantation would be the magicked face of a cat who would open a mouth expectantly, swallowing the notes of students with gusto and transporting the notes to the top of Professor Pivane's desk.
