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Once Professor Finch permits you entrance into his office, you are met with his carefully selected décor. The furniture is vintage-inspired yet retains a modern look and his own artwork is featured on the walls. A tall bookshelf lines one wall, complete with historic texts and novels, as well as the occasional book on selected artists or technique. His desk is typically cluttered with papers, pens, and unfinished projects, though at times it is neat and organized depending on Professor Finch's mood and if he finally got tired of the mess or couldn't find something.
You may take a seat in one of the two chairs arranged in front of his desk. They may be quite stylish but they do not lack in comfort. Feel free to speak to Professor Finch about anything you need unless it’s drama, please no drama, he’s here to assist you in any way he can.
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Finch. Finch's office. Finch. Must find in Finch's office...
The words repeated themselves over and over, the only thought circling the dazed twelve year old's mind as he made his way back up to the castle. His limbs were positively frozen by now, his arms completely unshielded from the harsh winter cold. By the time he'd managed to make it to the entrance hall, his damp clothing and hair had frozen a bit, making both extremely stiff. He thawed a bit as he made his way up the stairs and through the hall, though he didn't seem to notice either the frigid stiffness in his limbs or the slow melting. Jaemin absently bumped into the wall as he walked, one side of his face still smeared brick-red from the blood that had escaped the oozing scrapes on his cheek and chin.
It was probably a miracle nobody stopped him, and an even bigger miracle that Finch's office was not that far off from the entrance hall. He kept swaying lightly as he moved, expression empty, eyes following the wall until he had found his way into Finch's waiting area. Shuffling right up to the door, he fumbled a bit with grabbing the knob, fingers not quite ready to work in the way that fingers should; it took him a good long minute to turn it, and without a single word the small boy slipped into the office, leaving the door ajar. He stood just inside, head tilted to one side, eyes slowly trailing around the entirety of the office before he turned and made his way toward a bookcase against the wall.
"The book," he whispered to himself, reaching out a hand and touching the spines of each and every one he could. Absently he pulled one from the shelf, tilting his head the other way to read it before letting it go; it fell onto its spine on the shelf, still held closed by the book next to it, but not for long. The boy repeated the process with that book, then the next, then the next. Several fell too far out of the shelf and tumbled to the floor. He ignored them, not even showing recognition when the corner of a rather heavy one landed on his foot and flopped off of it. He merely continued, right up to the end of the shelf.
None of the books felt like the book. Song book. The small boy reached up for the next shelf, and went through the whole process all over again, tipping book after book off the shelf, or sideways, or onto its spine, without any regard for the mess he was making. One of the books had the right word on it... that one he held, keeping the precious book crooked against his wet shirt as he went through the rest. Several whole shelves of books later, he had exhausted all options available there, but he was not yet done. The song hadn't told him which book exactly... so, stepping on some of the books with still wet and dirty shoes, the diminutive Slytherin made his way to Finch's desk and started pulling at drawers.
He still clung to the book he'd pulled the shelf, and thus he managed to pull two of the drawers from the desk completely. These too he dropped on the floor, then absently kicked with his already sore foot so he could see the contents. No book... no book... the way he was looking at everything would have been almost inquisitive were his expression not so flat and devoid of anything else. He pulled all of the drawers, only finding one book inside. It was older than the one he held already, and it had the right word on the cover... he picked that one up as well, and tucking it against the other, hobbled toward the door.
"Spell book," he whispered, falling a bit against the doorframe on his way out. "Spell book... for the song..."
He left the door to the office wide open, and all the wreckage behind. Clothing starting to drip a bit, Jaemin made his way back down the hall toward the stairs, swaying as he walked, shoulder meeting the wall every so often. He'd found his prizes for his song, and now he had to deliver them.
It was probably unfortunate for Finch that he was only a couple doors down the corridor in his artist workroom. Because if he hadn't and was somewhere like the Great Hall for a meal or even conducting class for an extended amount of time, then he would have locked the door. But as it were, he hadn't, figuring he was close enough to notice if anything were to happen or if anyone needed him. He had assumed incorrectly.
Even though he was just in the workshop, Ansley kept his focus on the artwork on his easel, similar to what he had painted earlier in the year as it was a series. And since his focus was elsewhere, he hadn't noticed anyone in the corridor, or anyone going to or leaving his office. Once he did head back to his office, however, after he spent an hour or so painting, he noticed something off before he even entered. He was sure he at least closed the door wen he left?
As he walked into his office, Ansley stopped in the door way and stood stunned, staring at the wreckage. "What in Merlin's name happened here?" Books fallen from the shelves and drawers hanging open.. the History professor walked in slowly, surveying the mess. It reminded him of Leo's story about the mess in the library at the beginning of term. Was it the same culprit? He didn't know if it was a poltergeist, student, or someone else, but if it was a prank, he wasn't happy. And if it was something else, that was a little disconcerting.
Ansley reached down to pick up one of the books and put it back on the shelves, noticing something on the floor that he hadn't seen before. Mud. Were they footprints? He glanced across the room towards the door. Maybe he should follow them out and see where they'd lead.
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Ansley! <3
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Originally Posted by emjay
It was probably unfortunate for Finch that he was only a couple doors down the corridor in his artist workroom. Because if he hadn't and was somewhere like the Great Hall for a meal or even conducting class for an extended amount of time, then he would have locked the door. But as it were, he hadn't, figuring he was close enough to notice if anything were to happen or if anyone needed him. He had assumed incorrectly.
Even though he was just in the workshop, Ansley kept his focus on the artwork on his easel, similar to what he had painted earlier in the year as it was a series. And since his focus was elsewhere, he hadn't noticed anyone in the corridor, or anyone going to or leaving his office. Once he did head back to his office, however, after he spent an hour or so painting, he noticed something off before he even entered. He was sure he at least closed the door wen he left?
As he walked into his office, Ansley stopped in the door way and stood stunned, staring at the wreckage. "What in Merlin's name happened here?" Books fallen from the shelves and drawers hanging open.. the History professor walked in slowly, surveying the mess. It reminded him of Leo's story about the mess in the library at the beginning of term. Was it the same culprit? He didn't know if it was a poltergeist, student, or someone else, but if it was a prank, he wasn't happy. And if it was something else, that was a little disconcerting.
Ansley reached down to pick up one of the books and put it back on the shelves, noticing something on the floor that he hadn't seen before. Mud. Were they footprints? He glanced across the room towards the door. Maybe he should follow them out and see where they'd lead.
Kay hadn't much to do today. She had written to her father and Kennedy, taken a brief walk on the grounds and finally decided she would visit Ansley. Hopefully he was in his office and wasn't busy. She would hate to bother him. The door was only slightly open when she got there. Kay raised a hand to gently knock. "Ansley?'' She pushed the door open and instantly she noticed the mess around the room, even before she noticed her friend.
"Who did this?'' The woman frowned. "Have you any idea?'' She stepped further into the office. Poor Ansley. She knew he preferred things to be organised. She stooped to grab a book, eyes finding the mud path. "You must have seen this.''' Kay indicated to the mud. "Shall we follow it?"
Ansley was torn between cleaning up the disaster of his office and following the muddy splotches out his door to see if they would actually lead to the culprit. They did appear to be footprints after all. But he hadn't seen anyone when he walked here from just down the corridor so whoever it was probably was long gone. He couldn't rule out that it wasn't one of the poltergeists, they were nuisances, but he also wondered if it was a disgruntled student unhappy with a grade.
He was bent down, replacing some of the books on his shelf when a voice caused him to look up. "Kay.. hi." He gave her a grim smile as he straightened himself and stood back up. "I really don't know.. You didn't pass anyone on your way in, did you?" He hadn't seen anyone out in the corridor either, so it would be unlikely that she did. "But those poltergeists would be at the top of my list for possible suspects." He glanced to the mud as she gestured to it. "I did, but I wasn't sure if it was actually footprints or not." They were a little more splotchy than he would expect. "And I didn't pass anyone on my way in here... but I suppose we could and see where they lead?" What would it hurt?
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Ansley! <3
Quote:
Originally Posted by emjay
Ansley was torn between cleaning up the disaster of his office and following the muddy splotches out his door to see if they would actually lead to the culprit. They did appear to be footprints after all. But he hadn't seen anyone when he walked here from just down the corridor so whoever it was probably was long gone. He couldn't rule out that it wasn't one of the poltergeists, they were nuisances, but he also wondered if it was a disgruntled student unhappy with a grade.
He was bent down, replacing some of the books on his shelf when a voice caused him to look up. "Kay.. hi." He gave her a grim smile as he straightened himself and stood back up. "I really don't know.. You didn't pass anyone on your way in, did you?" He hadn't seen anyone out in the corridor either, so it would be unlikely that she did. "But those poltergeists would be at the top of my list for possible suspects." He glanced to the mud as she gestured to it. "I did, but I wasn't sure if it was actually footprints or not." They were a little more splotchy than he would expect. "And I didn't pass anyone on my way in here... but I suppose we could and see where they lead?" What would it hurt?
Good question. As far as Kay could remember, she hadn't passed anyone on her way here nor along the first floor corridors she had been walking along. She shook her head. "I saw no one.'' The woman stooped to collect some more of Ansley's belongings from the floor. Of course she could use magic but being so in touch with her Muggle side, she didn't even bother.
"Peeves and Miffy,'' Kay agreed. It had been a awhile since they had had any trouble major with the two. "But they could not have made those prints.'' If they were prints indeed... She stood up, eyes on the mud as she attempted to replace her friend's belongings to their rightful places. "Let's go then! It might give us some clues. Afterwards I'll help you get this office back into shape.'' She promised! The Professor wasted no time in going out the door, following the trail.
Good question. As far as Kay could remember, she hadn't passed anyone on her way here nor along the first floor corridors she had been walking along. She shook her head. "I saw no one.'' The woman stooped to collect some more of Ansley's belongings from the floor. Of course she could use magic but being so in touch with her Muggle side, she didn't even bother.
"Peeves and Miffy,'' Kay agreed. It had been a awhile since they had had any trouble major with the two. "But they could not have made those prints.'' If they were prints indeed... She stood up, eyes on the mud as she attempted to replace her friend's belongings to their rightful places. "Let's go then! It might give us some clues. Afterwards I'll help you get this office back into shape.'' She promised! The Professor wasted no time in going out the door, following the trail.
Ansley nodded as he let his eyes drift over the several books still laying on the floor. "That's about what I figured," he shrugged. "I didn't pass anyone or notice anyone in the corridor either when I came in." So catching up to anyone who might have done this was unlikely in his eyes. Even if the mud did give him a clue. Obviously he needed to have stronger wards and locks on his office. It was unfortunate though, because he hadn't thought there would be a need for them. Perhaps he had been naive.
He glanced down at the mud as she pointed it out. "Are they prints though? I think they could be, but they aren't very well defined so I wasn't completely sure. I suppose we can go see if they lead down the corridor." That would probably tell them if they were or not, not that he had noticed on his way in but he hadn't really been looking either. Well, Kay was pretty intent on looking for them anyway, so he chuckled as she headed out the door, and he soon followed after. "Alright... wait for me." Maybe it would give him some sort of clue anyway.
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Ansley! <3
Quote:
Originally Posted by emjay
Ansley nodded as he let his eyes drift over the several books still laying on the floor. "That's about what I figured," he shrugged. "I didn't pass anyone or notice anyone in the corridor either when I came in." So catching up to anyone who might have done this was unlikely in his eyes. Even if the mud did give him a clue. Obviously he needed to have stronger wards and locks on his office. It was unfortunate though, because he hadn't thought there would be a need for them. Perhaps he had been naive.
He glanced down at the mud as she pointed it out. "Are they prints though? I think they could be, but they aren't very well defined so I wasn't completely sure. I suppose we can go see if they lead down the corridor." That would probably tell them if they were or not, not that he had noticed on his way in but he hadn't really been looking either. Well, Kay was pretty intent on looking for them anyway, so he chuckled as she headed out the door, and he soon followed after. "Alright... wait for me." Maybe it would give him some sort of clue anyway.
"Then this definitely had to have happened when you were away. I wasn't around either so I saw nothing suspicious.'' Kaysha set the books she had gathered from the floor onto Ansley's desk. Since she wasn't very much familiar where they belonged, she reasoned she would leave him to put them back in the right places.
"Humour me, Anlsey.'' Kay smiled. "If we don't turn up any clues, maybe we can check to see if Roderick saw anything.'' After all, the three of them shared offices on the first floor. She waited for Ansley to catch up then resumed her expedition to find out where all that mud came from.
"Then this definitely had to have happened when you were away. I wasn't around either so I saw nothing suspicious.'' Kaysha set the books she had gathered from the floor onto Ansley's desk. Since she wasn't very much familiar where they belonged, she reasoned she would leave him to put them back in the right places.
"Humour me, Anlsey.'' Kay smiled. "If we don't turn up any clues, maybe we can check to see if Roderick saw anything.'' After all, the three of them shared offices on the first floor. She waited for Ansley to catch up then resumed her expedition to find out where all that mud came from.
"I.. wasn't very far though, so.. well, I really don't know." It just confused Ansley more than anything. Was it random, was it planned? Who was it and what was their reason? Maybe he would never know and maybe he didn't need to know the reason. But he did want to find out who, in case it was a student so that they were reprimanded properly. "I was just down the corridor in the art room... I would have thought I would have heard anyone... or possibly seen something..." He trailed off knowing that he often got so consumed in his work that he lost track of time and hardly noticed his surroundings. So maybe it was his own fault that he was so unobservant.
"Yeah, I suppose we could," he said as he followed Kay down the corridor. But he wasn't all that hopeful. If he didn't see anything suspicious, chances were slim that Roderick saw anything from further down the corridor. And if he had heard a ruckus, he'd have thought he would have come down. "Alright, let's see what we can find." His eyes fell on another splotch of mud a little ways down the corridor and he walked that way to see if they could determine where else it might lead.
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started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
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