open RP: prof emeritus office hours? It's always office hours for Dumbledore!

[lemondrop_party]

Albus blotted a piece of parchment neatly. Drying on his desk were a number of letters already written, to which this parchment was added. The shopkeepers of Diagon Alley were being most obliging, it pleased him to note. While the process of arranging expense accounts at each and every shop took much paperwork and effort, not a single one had

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[wrinklesintime]

Hogwarts was, to Meg's mind, a fascinating place. Even the fact that the castle kept moving didn't bother her. She found new delights in each corridor, and the only thing that marred her excitement on finding Hogwarts was the wish that she could show it off to Calvin and Charles Wallace.

The one thing she hadn't managed since her arrival was learning any actual magic, so today, as she was wandering the halls, the plaque on the classroom door caught her attention.

She hesitated at the doorway, her mind flashing back to the teachers she'd had back home. Most of hers hadn't known what to do with her, saying she was bright in many ways but severely lacking in others. Confrontations with most teachers left her defensive and edgy, and she had little reason to believe Hogwarts teachers would be any different, especially since she didn't actively know any magic.

Still, she figured she ought to start somewhere, and so she tapped tentatively at the office door.

[lemondrop_party]

The door was true to the text emblazoned on its plaque (which, unless Meg were a reasonably competent student of Latin, she likely would be unable to read; but that was not the point).

The lock's tumblers turned of their own accord, then the door's knob; and the door itself swung open to admit the one who had knocked.

"Come in, do come in," a welcoming voice caroled from within the chamber thus breached. It was deep without darkness, aged yet unwavering; it was like a fine clear wine, that voice, an estimable old vintage.

[wrinklesintime]

Meg was surprised when the knob turned of its own accord, but took it in stride and entered the classroom.

She took a moment to study the room before her gaze fastened on the professor, and then she found herself smiling as she took a second step into the room. "You know, you're the first person I've met who actually looks like a wizard," she said by way of greeting.

[lemondrop_party]

Albus chuckled. "Why, that must be the nicest compliment I've received in a long time," he said. "Albus Dumbledore, professor emeritus, at your service."

The door did not close behind her. Albus had charmed it not to do so. He did not want his students feeling as though they had entered a house of horrors.

[328_and_329]

"Professor Emeritus?" A young girl standing outside the door read the plaque.
"He must be a teacher here" She agreed.
"Let’s meet him then."

She softly knocked on the door.

[lemondrop_party]

As it was charmed to do, the door responded by opening: not abruptly, for the purpose was not to startle. "Please do come in," called the voice of an old man from within the office. He sounded genuinely delighted to have a visitor.

[328_and_329]

She stepped into the office and gave a small smile, looking decidedly out of her element. She adjusted her headband nervously.

"Hello, Professor Emeritus is it? Are you a teacher here?"

[lemondrop_party]

"I was once a professor here, and after that I was the headmaster. Have you heard the title emeritus before? It means I have retired, but am a teacher still, and may ply my former trade at will. Think of me as a rogue tutor, if you will." His eyes twinkled.

[hernes_son]

At loose ends during one of Renata's training sessions with young Gillian, Robin had decided it was past time to begin learning magic. This presented a few problems, in that he was unacquainted with any professor save one (and was completely uninterested in placing his educational guidance in those hands), and he had neither a wand nor the wherewithal to purchase one.

Robin had heard of this Dumbledore; Herne had mentioned 'the Bumblebee' more than once in the last century or so with great respect. Perhaps the Professor would be willing to advise Robin.

The sound of singing in Robin's own language made the Hooded Man grin as he knocked on the door.

[lemondrop_party]

As its enchantment dictated, the door opened of its own accord. The singing from within ceased. "Come in," called the same voice, roughened by age yet still melodious.

[hernes_son]

Robin entered, smiling tentatively. "Professor Dumbledore? I am Robin of Loxley."

((Reposted becaue I am a dunderhead.))

[lemondrop_party]

(( Hehe. We'll forgive you the occasional lapse into informality, though, you know. He's wearing modern clothes now -- maybe he'll try on modern speech patterns too.))

He knew this name, of course. He would handle that matter carefully, for if there were anyone at Hogwarts familiar with the hazards of navigating one's own legend, it would be Albus Dumbledore (and perhaps, to a lesser extent, his brother Abercrombie, notorious among Hyrulians). "Well met," he said graciously. Somewhere Albus had acquired the knack of bowing without dislodging his hat.

[charlesofdensen]

One plus to being here: his paperwork's been cut down a lot.

Meaning that Ofdensen could spend lots of time researching.

While thumbing through a book, he found the word 'Animagus'. It talked about the ability to turn into an animal. And he remembered it being mentioned before.

Before he knew it, he found himself in front of Dumbledore's office again.

[lemondrop_party]

The door was enchanted to open to any seeker; but they must first knock; that was, after all, the meaning of the verse inscribed thereon. The plaque shimmered once, twice, as if to say Well, go on then.

[charlesofdensen]

That plaque was taunting him.

Ofdensen knocked on the door.

"Professor Dumbledore? I have a question."

[lemondrop_party]

The door obliged, and Albus looked up though the well-oiled hinges gave no sound. "Ah, it is Mr Ofdensen. I am always happy to answer students' questions! Do come in, and if you would not mind shutting the door behind you I would be grateful. We have a nice brisk wind today, and my window admits enough of it that we might not appreciate the crossdraft."