After that extravagant meal, for Professor Orpheus, the night was a difficult one. No doubt there was in his mind that it was not the castle playing tricks. He honed his senses and it was apparent that he was not alone in this tapestry adorned corridor. As soon as he locked the last of the day's successful potions into the storage room with a spell, he stiffened as he eyed the other end of the hall, suspecting a soul nearby. He could feel a presence, and it belonged to no ghost or a colleague of his.
Bold and feirce, he kept his wand at the ready and began his way down where he felt absolutely sure. He was a man who was accustomed to living on the edge~ It was due to his own choices and those he knew, and right now, he was still at his post, protecting treasures, just as he vowed, as if, so very long ago.
The wand held tight was as sleek as the dark, the handle completely written in almost celtic designs, the heart of it a mystery to everyone but him. Without the need of a light, he was able to scale a spiralling stair. Something absolutely soft and beautiful reflected in his focused eyes for a second as he caught onto the sight of another phenomenon that he could only recall ever seeing years ago.
Once again, the glint vanished before he could focus on it...
Having only his person being here, as the castle slept, Prince found himself approaching a beautiful overlook into the forest below. A trail of snow, as it may have seemed at first, trailed away into the night. The stars were boasting their glory, trying to win over the moon, as soft clouds traveled low upon the mountain range yonder. Drawn to this beauty, he stopped for just a moment just to watch the starry scene as he began to feel a calling from the mysterious wood... It was one way to take advantage of, after the word he had just recently had with Albus Dumbledore.
The Slytherin House as he was entrusted to guide were becoming annoyance to the other Houses more than usual this year. Particularly only Draco Malfoy who was known to be a fairly envious fellow... On account that a Gryffindor dared to be close to the Head of House Slytherin, yet the state of things had made this drama null. Prince, indeed... He ruefully knew the Malfoy family and their... history, as it so was.
A lovingly soft wind blew through him, and there seemed to be a wish in the air, of good will. Or else, he was losing his mind already. The silent wizard was almost mesmerized by the temptation to flee away into those trees, to once again feel freedom lurch into his heart. Yet, now was not the time.
Prince sighed, so heavily as if the entire world was on his shoulders but he had to press on.
Deeply nestled in the dungeons eventually, he came upon a door and pushed it wide open inside with a single swish of his wand. It was almost as though he had just stepped through another portkey because through that door entered into a living chamber.
One he could call his own.
Instead of complete stone, save for the sparking fireplace, there were quaint wood panelling dressed the room like a cloak. Smooth wood framed the fireplace with such elegance with two emerald armchairs neatly set before the flames. Close by there stood a wooden table along the carpet adorned stone flooring, all set with a book base, a bowl of grapes and green apples among a series of parchments and a few quills blanketing the table so comfortably. A gold goblet was left with a few drops of elven wine sat right beside one old, thickened potion book of recipes, turned onto the page for Calming Draught. Many inked scribblings were peppered all about the two visible pages.
He flipped through those pages for a moment, whilst vanishing the old wine from his goblet before it filled up again with fresher wine. Prince took the quill and wrote down something else in the corner above the instruction of crushing the lavender into a grind. He scratched out powder and wrote ~
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The Tale of the Black Knight: The Mark
Fanfiction(Alternate Timeline) The Potter daughter had remained missing for years after that horrid night of Voldemort's last stand right up until 11 years later. A slew of followers have been raiding the land among Muggle and Wizardkind alike, in search of t...