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GanymedeCraft17 · 03-29-2006, 06:56 PM

A solid block of polished oak sits flat against the floor in the center of a stone walled window-less room. It is the desk. Nothing can get under or inside it.

A silver framed portrait of a pack of wolves in a sunny forest is hung on the wall above a wooden trunk encrusted with dirt which sits behind the simple desk. On the side of the dirty wooden trunk is the easily recognized Hogwarts Crest.

The only light in the small room comes from a two sets of thick purple candles on either side of the wooden desk, causing the room to have a haunted feeling.

In one corner sits a broom, a recent model of the Comet brand. It looks nearly brand new except for a few tufts of dirt on the bristles.

In another corner is a shabby wooden crate covered with an old slytherin school robe. Several glittering chains encase the entire crate. They vibrate as if under an enchantment.

In front of the simple desk is a squat black leather couch. Behind the desk is un uncomfortable looking wooden stool.

Finally, a tall shelf resides against the wall next to the mysterious crate.

On the shelf are small silver frames filled with pictures of what appears to be former students. One of them shows the Professor with some others waving, on what looks like the school train. Another shows the Eiffel tower in the background and a tall long haired boy smiling. In another picture shows another boy glaring. Obviously not wanting his picture taken, his dark eyed stare penetrates the room. On the shelf above these are two more frames, both a deep green. In one of the deep green frames is a young girl with tall hair. Her orange robes stand out against the dark background of the picture, she waves encouragingly. The final deep green frame is filled with a picture of a thin older man, nearly bald, with fancy glittering robes and many gold rings on. His right hand makes a series of odd movements over and over again. The glass of the frame is cracked horrible at the top left coner, as if it fell or was thrown once. A thick photo album sits on the second shelf beside a jar of rat spleens.

Professor Ganymede Craft stands near the mysterious crate, her hands rummaging underneath the old school robe that covers it, not once affected by the enchanted chains.

GanymedeCraft17 · 06-06-2006, 10:25 PM

:: Professor Ganymede returned to her empty office. She was a bit red in the face. She had forgotten the counter spell for her lesson.

She locked the door behind her and looked to her crate. She dug through the contents then remembered.

"Toraks teeth! I let that kid have my old school book!" She shouted as she punched the wall above the crate. She sighed heavily and walked over to her desk. She sat down and slumped herself over her desk top. As she did so she ended up getting a note stuck to her mouth. Unsticking it she opened the note.

It was... "Oh Merlin. Lee is in love with me." ... a love note.

Ganymede wasn't sure how to react. He signed it as Leroy. "Maybe this is a joke from Borr?" She thought out loud trying hard to not barf in her office at the thought.

She covered her mouth and tried to think rationally. Although her Slytherin paranoia was telling her to suspect the Imperius curse, she didn't think anyone would want to force a kid to fall in love with her of all people.

"I think I ought to ask for an outsiders opinion." She mumbled before standing and shakily walking to and out the door. ::

LeapFrog · 06-08-2006, 05:02 PM

Rose walked up to Professor Ganymede Craft's office and knocked politely on the door. She peered into the glass window and didn't see the professor inside. She rubbed her elf-like ears, wishing she knew the counter spell. Rose wrote out a note and left it on the door.

Quote:

Dear Professor,
I was wondering if you have figured out the counter-spell to reverse the ear transfiguration? I'd just like my ears back to normal. You can just leave a response note or just send me an owl.
Thank you,
Rose Kaplin

Satisfied with her memo, she walked away, hoping to hear back soon.

adam_caflisch · 06-08-2006, 10:12 PM

Adam was walking through the hallways and he found the office of his favorite professor, Professor Ganymeade yet she was not there so he waited for her to return until then his hair grew past his shoulders and he flung in over his face and watched as he changed the color of fo the time being.

Raider · 06-09-2006, 07:00 PM

Rave came to a stop outside Professor Craft's office and shrunk her broom to put in her pocket. Making sure she had the parchment in her pocket she walked up to the door and knocked. Seeing that Gany was not in she sent Gondor off with a note and sat down to wait for Gany.

LeapFrog · 06-09-2006, 07:57 PM

Rose walked by, hair up in a pony tail, her pointed ears in full view. She saw some students sitting outside the office. She turned to the students and asked, "She's not back yet, is she?" Though she already knew the answer to her query. Her note was still up from earlier. She sat down near the other two students and waited.

GanymedeCraft17 · 06-15-2006, 07:08 PM

:: Professor Ganymede recieved several owls lately. All of them seemed to point to one thing. The Book. She herself would love to get her hands on the book. She crept into her office to relax. The last thing she needed was to go totally Slytherin on her students and collegues. She sat down at her desk and sighed staring at her own hands.

"This is utterly ridiculous. The students should be worried about thier finals and all I keep getting are owls about that darn book." She told herself actually trying to talk herself out of going after the book herself. "That book is nothing but trouble. Anyone who touches that darn thing will get themselves in a permanent sleep." She shook her head disaprovingly still staring at her hands.

She sighed again and looked around her office. "All those crazy things I did just got me in trouble. Breaking into offices, spying on Professors, and those silly parties in the commonroom. All I did was annoy the Professors. That's all that was." She nodded in agreement to herself.

She sat in silence for several minutes. Her face was serious for a few more seconds before an evil grin spread across it. "Who am I kidding?" She shook her head, the purple hair she usually donned was a blue black and short. "If anyone is going to get that book. it's gonna be a Slytherin." She stood up fiercely and pounded her fist on her desk for emphasis.

"No Hufflepuff.. No Ravenclaw.. No Gryffindor." She opened the bottom drawer in her desk and grabbed an old purple school bag. She filled the bag with a few of the contents of drawer, then closed it.

She pulled her cloak on, covering her head and the bag. Then left. ::

She-Who-Is-Not-To-Be-Psycho! · 06-20-2006, 05:24 AM

Margo McBeth approached through the corridor of the Transfigruation Classrooms area to the door of the office of Professor Craft's and knocked at it. She repeated the knocking for two or so more times before reaching the obvious conclusion that the woman was not on the place. Lowering herself to the floor, Margo sat with her back on the door and stared at some random spot, waiting for the professor to come back.

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