(Si made this. <3)
Two years ago, Professor Antares inherited this office from his predecessor. Tucked away high up in the Tower, his visitors are more often than not a little out of breath when they arrive, but the the sweat and aching muscles are more than compensated for by the sweeping view across the grounds, with the lake, glittering when it's sunny and brooding in shadows when it isn't, and the eerie Forbidden Forest in the background.

Apart from a set of grass-green curtains for each of the large windows, the inside of the study hasn't changed from last term. The walls are still lined with bookcases - big, solid shelves made out of sturdy wood that extent to the high ceiling (where only a ladder or a summoning charm can retrieve what is stored on them) - and the customary stacks of books and journals are piled up as haphazardly as ever.

On the left side of the door, two extra chairs have been set up - in case, perhaps, a student needs moral support when being summoned to see the professor. To the other side, a small but practical stove serves as a life-saving artefact in winter and a space-freeing filing surface in summer. A hot cup of tea is always available.

Most of the rest of the space in the room is taken up by a large desk. Not too much of the dark wood is visible - Professor Antares practices the first-available-surface method of filing, as evidenced by his stove and shelves, and has spread out journal articles, data sheets, and correspondence all over his desk. One corner, however, remains free of clutter. There, in two polished silver frames, rest two photographs, each showing a smiling couple with their arms wrapped around each other.

One is of Risu's parents; the inscription on the frame reads Karin and Per Laelaps-Antares, Luleå, Sweden.
The other shows Risu himself and a witch with blond hair (recognisable as the proprietress of Florean Fortescue's) in front of a spectacular glacier.

Don't forget to knock!