Post by Professor Vehrs on Aug 1, 2005 18:34:42 GMT -5
Professor Verhs, still wearing her deep scarlett robes from the meeting she had just attended, stood at her wide mahogany door, her wand in hand. Her face was twisted in a contortion of concentration, and with a few waves and flicks these words appeared, curly and gold, upon it:
Step into my parlour...
Melanie smiled in satisfaction, giving her wand a defiant swish to finalize her work. With that she pocketed her wand and crossed the small but comfortable space which was her office.
Lined with shelves upon shelves of books no part of the walls were visible, only what seemed to be a floor to ceiling library. Rolling ladders provided access to the higher books, and many a wingbacked chair provided the anxious reader with a place to enjoy what may lie between the pages.
Step into my parlour...
Melanie smiled in satisfaction, giving her wand a defiant swish to finalize her work. With that she pocketed her wand and crossed the small but comfortable space which was her office.
Lined with shelves upon shelves of books no part of the walls were visible, only what seemed to be a floor to ceiling library. Rolling ladders provided access to the higher books, and many a wingbacked chair provided the anxious reader with a place to enjoy what may lie between the pages.
