Post by Curse Kameren on Jan 5, 2011 3:11:17 GMT -5
Class in an hour and I just got back. Not a good way to impress.... Professor Kameren sighed as he made his way down the stairs towards the dungeons, passing the Hufflepuff dormitory with his arms full of parchments. He had spent most of his Christmas break in the Muggle World, living between his adopted mother's house and Max's mother's house, and hadn't had much time to prepare for the next semester's lessons. Any preparations he had to do in private; he couldn't let his muggle friends and family see his Hogwarts work.
Now, the Potions Master was scrambling. He ran a hand anxiously through his snow-white hair as he descended the staircase, reaching out shakily for the rail. He stumbled, and stopped. In his rush today, there was something he forgot: his daily antidote. He had forgotten his medicine in his rush back to the Wizarding World, and now he was feeling it. He sighed, frustrated as he continued forward. I believe I've got a vial in my desk back in the classroom, He told himself, quietly reshuffling his papers as he tried to ignore the shaking in his hands. He grit his teeth in frustration, continuing down the stairs towards his classroom. Why the Hell its required that the potions classes always be in the bloody dungeons...
In his shaky fever, Curse wasn't looking where he was going. He cursed as he missed a stair. His knee buckled and he stumbled, unable to stop himself as he pitched forward. His momentum pushed him forward and the professor fell the rest of the way down the stairs. Parchment flew as he tumbled downward, unable to stop himself.
Thnk, Curse temporarily lost consciousness as the side of his head hit the wall. He landed on his back at the bottom of the stairs, a trail of parchment leading to his thin body curled up at the bottom of the staircase. A small trickle of blood fell down the side of his head, dying the strands pink as it trickled through his hair.
Now, the Potions Master was scrambling. He ran a hand anxiously through his snow-white hair as he descended the staircase, reaching out shakily for the rail. He stumbled, and stopped. In his rush today, there was something he forgot: his daily antidote. He had forgotten his medicine in his rush back to the Wizarding World, and now he was feeling it. He sighed, frustrated as he continued forward. I believe I've got a vial in my desk back in the classroom, He told himself, quietly reshuffling his papers as he tried to ignore the shaking in his hands. He grit his teeth in frustration, continuing down the stairs towards his classroom. Why the Hell its required that the potions classes always be in the bloody dungeons...
In his shaky fever, Curse wasn't looking where he was going. He cursed as he missed a stair. His knee buckled and he stumbled, unable to stop himself as he pitched forward. His momentum pushed him forward and the professor fell the rest of the way down the stairs. Parchment flew as he tumbled downward, unable to stop himself.
Thnk, Curse temporarily lost consciousness as the side of his head hit the wall. He landed on his back at the bottom of the stairs, a trail of parchment leading to his thin body curled up at the bottom of the staircase. A small trickle of blood fell down the side of his head, dying the strands pink as it trickled through his hair.