Post by Professor Carina Erikson on Sept 3, 2007 12:35:22 GMT -5
It was rather odd, Carina thought. She had inherited houses and land all over the world when her father died, and yet, standing within the walls of the castle, she was home. When she left at the age of thirteen, she had only gone back to her father's home a handful of times. Even after graduating, she couldn't bear to leave the castle she called home, the fact Timothy was here only added to that. Most of the time, the young professor felt comfortable anywhere within the walls she went. This was not one of those times, however.
She was upset, though she would deny it if anyone asked. And sitting in the teachers quarters just wasn't helping. There was one place, it had been her calming ground for seven terms, but since she wasn't a student anymore, she couldn't go there. But she had the next best thing available, the RoR.
Using the teacher's entrance, Carina slipped in glancing around at the bare walls. Rolling her eyes at herself for not thinking of what she was wanting when she walked in. Closing her eyes tight, she pictured the Slytherin common room. When she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by the dim stone walls, the glowing fire in the fireplace, and the leather sofas she had grown to love.
Taking a seat on one of the sofas, Carina folded her legs under her and leaned her head on her arm. Receiving rather upsetting news earlier, Carina stared into the fire, thinking about it. It wasn't news really, rather just rumors. Whispers that someone was back that should have died in her sixth term. It un-nerved her, and if she would admit it, it frightened her greatly. It was these rumors that caused the memories of her life before school to resurface. Staring into the fire with unseeing eyes, Carina tried to fight the loosing battle of remembering.
She was upset, though she would deny it if anyone asked. And sitting in the teachers quarters just wasn't helping. There was one place, it had been her calming ground for seven terms, but since she wasn't a student anymore, she couldn't go there. But she had the next best thing available, the RoR.
Using the teacher's entrance, Carina slipped in glancing around at the bare walls. Rolling her eyes at herself for not thinking of what she was wanting when she walked in. Closing her eyes tight, she pictured the Slytherin common room. When she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by the dim stone walls, the glowing fire in the fireplace, and the leather sofas she had grown to love.
Taking a seat on one of the sofas, Carina folded her legs under her and leaned her head on her arm. Receiving rather upsetting news earlier, Carina stared into the fire, thinking about it. It wasn't news really, rather just rumors. Whispers that someone was back that should have died in her sixth term. It un-nerved her, and if she would admit it, it frightened her greatly. It was these rumors that caused the memories of her life before school to resurface. Staring into the fire with unseeing eyes, Carina tried to fight the loosing battle of remembering.