Post by nathaniel vex von.duvallon on Jul 11, 2010 18:57:53 GMT -5
| Dark Arts |
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It was close to dawn when Vex realised of the time. The alarm clock didn’t have to snooze for him to stand up on his feet and skip his way towards the bathroom. The sound of water cascading upon him echoed in the room along the sensation of freshness covering him from head to toes. It was his first day since he had accepted the job as DADA professor and the chills were filling him altogether. As soon as his hands reached for his clothes he glanced at himself on the mirror and nodded to his appearance. The dim light of his office which aspect reflected the ancient decoration from dungeons, gave the impression he had been certainly accustomed to a life where the brief shafts of light he got meant a sing of daylight to him. In Draconifors, the scarcity of illumination due the weather and the location right up in the mountains where snow spanned the area and where clouds hindered the sunrays, the ice age was evident to rein upon that kingdom. Living there for so long had made him reluctant to abandon darkness, since it was irenic to him and there was no other possible description.
Along the curvature of the arches within his dorm, located inwardly in the depths of his office, Von-Duvallon had strolled his way out of the doors and introduced himself to the next hall. The vastness of his office was unnerving to some, but not to him, as he just shrugged at the obscurity, slightly paled by the torches on the walls and the chandelier dangling from the ceiling. He handed a few pages from his desk as he marched on, pursuing the steps needed to exit his office. His strides resounded audibly as he left his belongings behind, pushing himself towards the giant door ahead. Vex clutched the knob with his fingers and swung it open with a mere move of his arm, turning around to point the door with the tip of his wand so it locked with a sequence of secures with the shapes of dragon faces, as though they were biting strongly upon the surface so anything would ever be able to enter.
Satisfied with it, he gazed at the door, just a few metres from his office. It was really convenient for him to have it so close to him and his stuff and barely translate himself from the classroom to his office and vice versa. He then repeated the last move when his wand tipped at the door with similar pattern to the last one to force the dragons to open wide so the door would emulate them. Past the entrance, he felt the necessity of dimming the hall the possible, so he twisted his wrist lightly at every single window until the curtains of each had closed completely and not a single trace of light could penetrate the spooky atmosphere. Following with the ritual, he then lit the torches, making them burn with a peculiar blue flame that conferred the room a sinister glimpse. Just then he fell comfortable enough to walk inside, strutting firmly while threading through the desks in a perfect straight line, passing the dividing wall from the hall to continue until his gait halted immediately in front of his desk. He stowed the stuff neatly upon the shiny surface and faced the rest of the habitation to contemplate his very now place of work.
He noticed the conspicuous details of the place it looked even weirder than usual, and even more intimidating. Those characteristics could only trace a smirk upon his features as he just proceeded on closing his eyes, concentrating on the darkness surrounding him. In no time, his hands trembled along with the rest of his body as he felt how the scales emerged from his body so his aspect was replaced by a dragon. It was a considerably huge dragon for anyone who was absolute ignorant of them, but for him it was just a small dragon could not be compared to any of those magical and mysterious creatures. This would be his first impression; being a dragon in front of them, so they would respect him, and just probably wait for a certain reaction that wasn’t still sure of knowing so far. He hid himself stepping backwards so his shape would be covered by blackness and it was difficult to distinguish from the distance. He’d just wait there until someone showed up, hoping not to get startled with his abnormal form.
