Ponderings (Narrative)
Name(s): Kristoph
Location: His office
Week: 32
Time: Back-dated to Monday In-game
Rating: G
The blond defense attorney tapped the tip of his wand three times against the doorknob to his office as he muttered a few words in an order that would seem inane at first glance. In actuality, if anyone ever happened to listen in to the order of these words and figure out their meaning, the person in question would discover just how paranoid Kristoph Gavin really was. Unfortunately for any eavesdroppers, Kristoph’s spells and charms prevented just such a thing from ever occurring. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he turned the doorknob and opened the door, closing it behind him as he stepped inside. Thoughts turned over in his head, thoughts of what had happened recently. He prided himself on holding his thoughts inside, but the time when he was alone was the one time he would allow his emotions to cross his face at all.
Right now, Kristoph Gavin’s left eye and the left corner of his lips were twitching uncontrollably in irritation. He had spent just a few moments looking over the contents of his journal before he moved to a more secure location. A quick flick of his wrist closed and locked the door, as well as created an illusion around the exits. Any who walked by now would get the automatic suspicion that Kristoph was not in his office, though if they attempted to try the doorknob, no manner of spell combinations would work to open it. Kristoph was careful about these things and right now he would rather not be discovered.
Settling down in the chair behind his desk, he swiveled it around to face the cabinet behind him, opening it quickly to reveal a pensieve on the middle shelf. Swirling white, silver, and gray, the mass of thoughts and memories was what would keep him relatively sane for the next hour or so. For the moment, he didn’t want to face anyone who had seen him during the event fishnet dear GOD, and so he took the time to de-stress alone in his office, with only his thoughts to keep him company.
Leaning forward in his chair, the Wizarding Law professor placed the tip of his wand against his temple, drawing it back after a time. A stream of silvery white thought matter, caught on the edge of the wand, broke off from his head as the wand moved further away, finally coming to rest inside the pensieve. The mass churned a little before a figure rose up from the rest. Obviously female, she had a way of holding herself upright that suggested she was extremely sure of herself.
Kristoph knew her, of course - why else would she be in his thoughts like this? Their talks had always proven interesting and intellectual. He actually enjoyed her company for the most part. The twitch at the edges of Kristoph’s lips and eye exacted its revenge on his otherwise placid expression again and with a slightly deeper inhalation than normal, pressed his wand back to his temple.
The figure sank down into the mass of swirling gray and silver, disappearing into it just as another thought was added to the pile. The figure that rose from this one was male, though, like with the female, hair and clothes couldn’t be discerned. He strode a few steps through the messy pool of thought matter before stopping, hands clasped behind his back. Another joined him and conversed. That one left and another joined the first. Once again, a conversation was held, but halfway through, Kristoph twitched again and they both froze in place, exactly as though he had stopped time wherever they were.
He knew these separate scenes, had played them through in his mind several times over. These people… he knew as well… Each and every one of them he knew.
Leaning back in his chair again, Kristoph smiled to himself. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad. He would have a little hiding to do after the fishnet craze of last week, but soon… soon he would be back in his post as professor. With any luck, the students would be keeping up with their studies. He’d hate to have to give out a detention directly following such a traumatizing event.
His lip twitched one final time before he closed the doors to the cabinet, watching the two remaining figures finally drop down into the swirling mess inside. Couldn’t have any chaos here in the school. None. At. All.
(OOC note: This is ENTIRELY OOC knowledge, Kristoph’s way of dealing with the damn fishnet. He has made it so that no one can get inside his office for the next week. If you need him, journal’s the way.)