Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2013 11:19:18 GMT -8
"... So, we can determine from the text that Wyrd..." The Woman with long, dark hair and stunning green eyes picked up a piece of chalk from the blackboard edge and began to write. She preferred writing things out herself to charming the chalk- her hand writing was much better. The chalk clicked lightly against the board, writing out in beautiful, curved script, large, dark and legible for her students, and finished the note with a large picture of the ruin they were studying, "...Is a ruin designed for divination."
She picked an old, dogeared book up off her desk and came around the front of the large piece of oak furniture to read to the class. " Þat er þá reynt, er þú að rúnum spyrr inum reginkunnum, þeim er gerðu ginnregin ok fáði fimbulþulr, þá hefir hann bazt, ef hann þegir." Her voice was soft and kind, yet full, and demanding of attention, like an iron mallet wrapped in dark velvet. "That is now proved, what you asked of the runes, of the potent famous ones, which the great gods made, and the mighty sage stained, that it is best for him if he stays silent."
Professor Walker looked up from the book to make sure everyone was still there. They had all been so quite today. It was good for teaching, but slightly unnerving. "Well there you are, Ladies and Gentlemen." She went back over to the chalk board and circled the old rune. "Wyrd, The Rune of Fate."
"Next week we will be starting or segment Anglo Saxon runes. This is the section everyone likes most-" People were starting to get around and she had to speak louder to be heard. " I need you all to bring your Advanced Rune Translation Guide, there will be reading! And remember that two weeks from now you have your test on this section of the course. It is worth fifteen percent of your mark, so study up! You may go." Before she had even said the words, the class was on their feet and leaving. She smiled at them all, leaning against her desk, as they left. Once the class had nearly cleared out, she picked up her wand, turned the chalk brush into a towel with the flick of her wand and wet it down with an aquam spell so that she could clean the board.
The Professor made a list of important things to do that night as she scrubbed. Marking the last assignment was a must. She had to get that to them before their test so they could study it. There was the test to edit, and the group project to plan... She had also been invited to some faculty event. There was little chance of her actually going to that though. She had no time for parties. In fact, being around that many people her age disturbed her. She would much rather be up in her room studying the new maps Angelo had sent from Spain.
He heels clicked on the stone floor as she reached high to wipe her blackboard down with a wet towel. She felt a slight pinch in her neck and stopped to massage it with a sad sigh. She had probably hurt herself trying to move that ancient chest of hers the other night. She should head to the nurses office and see if Madame Pomfry had anything she could take for it. All she really needed was someone to rub it, but her's was a lonely life- that's the way she liked it- and there was no one she would trust enough to let them get that close.
She hummed softly to herself, hung the towel off the ledge to dry and turned to find her papers.
She picked an old, dogeared book up off her desk and came around the front of the large piece of oak furniture to read to the class. " Þat er þá reynt, er þú að rúnum spyrr inum reginkunnum, þeim er gerðu ginnregin ok fáði fimbulþulr, þá hefir hann bazt, ef hann þegir." Her voice was soft and kind, yet full, and demanding of attention, like an iron mallet wrapped in dark velvet. "That is now proved, what you asked of the runes, of the potent famous ones, which the great gods made, and the mighty sage stained, that it is best for him if he stays silent."
Professor Walker looked up from the book to make sure everyone was still there. They had all been so quite today. It was good for teaching, but slightly unnerving. "Well there you are, Ladies and Gentlemen." She went back over to the chalk board and circled the old rune. "Wyrd, The Rune of Fate."
"Next week we will be starting or segment Anglo Saxon runes. This is the section everyone likes most-" People were starting to get around and she had to speak louder to be heard. " I need you all to bring your Advanced Rune Translation Guide, there will be reading! And remember that two weeks from now you have your test on this section of the course. It is worth fifteen percent of your mark, so study up! You may go." Before she had even said the words, the class was on their feet and leaving. She smiled at them all, leaning against her desk, as they left. Once the class had nearly cleared out, she picked up her wand, turned the chalk brush into a towel with the flick of her wand and wet it down with an aquam spell so that she could clean the board.
The Professor made a list of important things to do that night as she scrubbed. Marking the last assignment was a must. She had to get that to them before their test so they could study it. There was the test to edit, and the group project to plan... She had also been invited to some faculty event. There was little chance of her actually going to that though. She had no time for parties. In fact, being around that many people her age disturbed her. She would much rather be up in her room studying the new maps Angelo had sent from Spain.
He heels clicked on the stone floor as she reached high to wipe her blackboard down with a wet towel. She felt a slight pinch in her neck and stopped to massage it with a sad sigh. She had probably hurt herself trying to move that ancient chest of hers the other night. She should head to the nurses office and see if Madame Pomfry had anything she could take for it. All she really needed was someone to rub it, but her's was a lonely life- that's the way she liked it- and there was no one she would trust enough to let them get that close.
She hummed softly to herself, hung the towel off the ledge to dry and turned to find her papers.
