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Lillin's Detention
25-11-2010, 03:40 PM
Post: #31
RE: Lillin's Detention
Role Playing as Tool Box


"Yes, no doubt we'll meet in tomorrows lesson..." he muttered as she left.
He tidied up his desk and reopened the blinds. There was a note of expectancy in the air as he moved around, as if he was waiting for something, or someone. But nothing appeared that night. As he tidied he saw the ball lying on the floor near the door.
"That stupid Meahra girl must have dropped it." he said, sending a reducto curse at it.
The curse hit it, but did nothing to it. Tool became intrigued, and picked it up. As soon as he did he could detect the level of magic on it. It was old, very old. Almost as old as him. He put the ball in his desk draw, he could deal with it later. He would find a reason to give Meahra another detention and interrogate her further.
He sat down at his desk and fell into deep thought. He was now close to his 300th birthday and he had seen and done many things. Yet every time he thought he'd put the past behind him, it would open before him like a book with many readers. It had slipped out of public knowledge that he had been Azkaban by the time he was made Minister for Magic. Now, he should have slipped out of knowledge but no. He had done so much before Hogwarts disappeared that they thought he was to blame. Of course he knew the truth, but he couldn't confide in anyone. His only friend had died the night Hogwarts vanished.
Tool shook his head. It didn't do well to dwell on the past. He pulled up a piece of parchment and began to write up the lesson plan for the next day. He would teach them about George next. Tool shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He did not know if George was still alive. He did not know what had happened to George when Hogwarts vanished. But it was part of the next chapter.
He drew a shaky breath. He was getting old. Too old. His time was finally coming to an end. He clicked his fingers, a ball of light shone before him, emitting a date.
"That's far too long." he muttered sadly, clicking his fingers again, finishing his parchment, and walking from his classroom.

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