An old, dusty room has been converted to serve as gallery of sorts. As you enter, the aroma of parchment both ancient and fresh beckons you inside. On the side of the room opposite the door, broad windows overlook the grounds, framed with heavy velvet curtains that tend to change colour at random due to a decorating accident. Professor Truebridge likes the unpredictability of the curtains, which also like to draw themselves open or closed on occasion. He thinks the curtains are just like him; basically boring until you spend a moment examining them.

In front of the curtains, facing the window is a long faded green leather couch; precisely the right enough for Truebridge to stretch out on for a nap. To the left of the window is a display of ancient looking devices… A remarkably intact looking Egyptian wand, a dragon-sized harness and is that perhaps an early sneakoscope? Have a closer look; there is sure to be something to catch your fancy.

To the right of the window a complete set of chocolate frog cards is proudly on display, pressed between two sheets of glass and suspended at precisely the right height for viewing.

The walls are completely covered in portraits, most of them empty; some of them torn; all of them old. A low bookshelf runs the length of one wall, crammed full of old books and rolls of parchments. Perhaps there is some sort of order to the apparent chaos contained therein; though you’d have to ask Truebridge if you wanted to find anything specific.

Along the other wall, several desks are arranged, each with ink and quills provided; some with books or crumbling scraps of parchment arranged carefully on top. Haphazardly, almost as if Truebridge had merely used any blank piece of wall (he had), his favourites of the student submitted homework from the previous term was stuck here and there.

The floor is covered in a thick and soft carpet; quite perfect to sit on with a book in hand and big enough for an entire class to relax on.

There is no sign of damage from the flooding the previous term, but Ethan is a little more paranoid about people handling his books and scrolls, so there are charms everywhere to protect them from every sort of damage he could think of.

Berty Borr

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