Characters: Horace Slughorn, Julius Wilkes Setting: Slughorn's Office Content: Not Worksafe Summary: Rewards Must Be Earned! A continuation of this thread.
He had occupied this office so long now that it had taken on a shape similar to his own. Although down in the dungeons, it was not dark and it was not dank, it was, in fact, rather comfortable, if not luxurious. The desk was of fine mahogany, topped with Victorian green, the chair behind beautifully carved, comfortable and worn, another antique from a more proud age. The floor was covered in rugs, a fire burned in the grate, and a window showed a peaceful and still view of the lake outside, although Slughorn's office was on the wrong side of the castle and too far underground for such a view to have been real. Wooden bookshelves lined the walls, some filled with leather-bound tomes, some filled with bottles and vats of unidentifiable liquids. The office was, in short, just as dark and dank as the man that occupied it.
That man, currently, was stood in the middle of the room, hands folded behind his back, dressed now in his green silken pyjamas and a long green and silver sleeping robe, tied at the waist, and presently he was examining the view from the magical window, watching the quarter-moon's light shimmer on the still water below. It was a beautiful night, a very beautiful night, and, he had no doubt if Julius Wilkes could be trusted to keep his word- which he often could not be- then it would be an enjoyable and fruitful night as well.