12-21-2008, 08:01 PM
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 The Sanctum of Alessia Nicoletta Lupa
The Ancient Runes Office that had once belonged to Professors Iccunnav, Rierdan, Opterix, De Luca and Clark could no longer be recognized in its new state.
The walls had been painted a sassy lilac color, and pictures of medieval renaissance of ladies and their knights had been strung all around. Alessia Nicoletta Lupa had always had a flair for the romantic.
She had set up a Neapolitan Moka espresso pot in a corner on an old fashioned cast iron parlor stove she never left behind. The small iron stove had etched in it the Sowilo rune for warmth and the Ingwaz rune for familial love.
There were bookshelves, but they had been disillusioned and there was no desk and no chairs, but in the middle of the office there was what could be best described as a very large round fluffy ottoman. The odd furniture piece was shorter than knee level and from the circumference to about a foot in, had been upholstered in fluffy lilac faux fur, the softest anyone ever felt. In the center of it, was a round wooden piece, same height as the rest of it. On it, placed neatly in a circle, were ten antique demitasse cups, overturned on their saucers and in the center a large platter, in the same pattern, on which the house elves would deliver daily cookie, or cake, or anything sweet that fancied Alessia at the time.
The china was a gift from her mother, who’d received if from her mother before that… and so one from generations, and she was to give it to her daughter… a sore spot for her.
Alessia doesn’t believe in closed doors, unless who she is meeting with at the time needs privacy to talk. So if she is alone on her office, she is no doubt meditating on her ‘fluffy’ (the name she calls the ottoman like piece of furniture,) so the door will be open, if there is someone in the office with her, the door will be shut. |