Enlightenment

[AuroraCeleste]

Aurora wasn’t sure she was doing the right thing, but that didn’t really matter all that much. She had torn her mind apart thinking over this course of action and wondering whether or not it was even her place to intervene. For one thing she knew it was common knowledge that she and Godric Emerindyl did not get along. For another she was a Prefect and it was her responsibility to report her concerns to her head of house. Further to this she was in the Ameraid house and so Headmaster Emerindyl was not necessarily the right person to go to, not as far as the school ledger was concerned, though he was Godric's father, and she was not report Godric for being an unmitigated ass, she was concerned about him, and that concern could not be conveyed to anyone else. It was far too embarrassing.

Aurora had only been to this office a couple of times and never because she was in trouble. She had hand delivered some notes to the Headmaster throughout her seven years at Koalingo but that was only ever the limit of her visitation here. She knew where the entrance to the office was though and she knew that trick with the door; an invisible door knob on the other side of the door; anyone who used the visible knob only ever found a broom closet. She knocked on the door twice before turning the knob and entering slowly. As usual the office looked deserted, though Aurora knew that it could not possibly be. Her eyes looked about for the little imp she knew would have to be there, but fell upon no pudgy little figure with wiry hair and potato like face.

The room itself was fascinating. Aurora knew that the book shelves that lined the walls must hold texts that even Amberley Ameraid had never been made privy to. Aurora knew that her house head was still rebuilding a trust with the Headmaster and the other founders that had been lost not seven years ago. Aurora had been in the first grade at the time, but her memories of the event were sharp. Since then the story had changed and changed again as it was passed down to future generations. This was why no one trusted anyone in the Ameraid house. This was why despite the most open of accusations were aimed at Jay Rastan, deep down everyone accused Ameraid. And everyone knew it.

Amberley came to stop at the front of the desk and looked about without moving, “Headmaster?” she called out rather meekly.

[Henry the Imp]

The creaking of the chandelier in the centre of the high and narrow ceiling always meant that Henry was stirring from sleep. He didn’t much care for being woken up, but when it was a student below and the Headmaster was out, he really couldn’t pass up the opportunity for a bit of fun. He bounced and wung from curtains, hung of shelves and tossed books in the air in front of him so he could skip his way down a spiral of cascading light upon the desk in front of where the girl stood. He knew this one, and knew she could see him. He smiled and looked up at her with perfect innocence exuding from his leather rough skin.

“Well if it aint Miss Celeste I dunno who it is,” he greeted her in a sing a long scratch of a voice as he gazed up at her looking now almost mirthful. “What brings you to my personal private room that students aren’t welcome in unless that old codger in the snot coloured rags shows up,” he would never normally speak of Lord Emerindyl so, but the man had been out all day and Henry was feeling just the slightest traces of cabin fever.

“We can take it up to the bedroom if you think we need the privacy,” he winked at her and cackled nastily, “If your of mind to be an exhibitionist however, I’ve a tendency to entertain,”

[AuroraCeleste]

Aurora had thought this might happen. She stepped back as the little Imp came down from the rafter, careful sidestepping the many falling books and listening to the minute breakages of whatever they landed on when they fell. She had had many experiences with this peculiar little animal and while she was not excited about the thought of another, it was always a risk whenever attending the Headmasters Office in the eastern Tower.

“Hello Henry,” she greeted him politely knowing it would do no good to do otherwise. He was a relatively harmless little creature unless provoked and Aurora knew better than to give him a reason to become otherwise. She clasped her hands behind her back, her wand held firmly in her grip. She doubted she would need it but it didn’t hurt to be prepared in this day and age.

‘Lovely to see you as usual,” it was a lie and he would know it as much as she did, but all the same it was a courtesy she would pay, “I am looking for the Headmaster, is he in?”