Ms. Carnahan, a couple of things I'd like to discuss with you if you wouldn't mind. Please get back to me at your earliest convenience.
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[He raises his brow at the invitation. He's not quite used to being invited into people's homes, especially those he doesn't know too well. It's not a habit that he keeps. However, he'll accept.]
Very well, Miss Carnahan. I finish working at Asclepius at four. I will make my way to Odin district immediately following.
I must inform you, however, that I will be accompanied by an emu. Will this be a problem?
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Very well, Miss Carnahan. I finish working at Asclepius at four. I will make my way to Odin district immediately following.
I must inform you, however, that I will be accompanied by an emu. Will this be a problem?
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[When Severus finishes for the day at Asclepius, he makes his way from Baldr district to Odin district, Steven stalking along behind him. Suffice it to say, they both get some rather strange looks from people: a tall man dressed in all in black, complete with a long black robe, being followed around by a six-foot tall emu is, after all, quite a strange sight to behold.
He finds his way to the address Miss Carnahan had supplied him with and he knocks on the door. While he waits for the door to be answered, he stands with his hands behind his back. Steven loiters behind him, rubbing the side of its face against Severus' shoulder, to which Severus tries very hard to ignore. The blasted bird has been attempting to endear itself to him all day.]
He finds his way to the address Miss Carnahan had supplied him with and he knocks on the door. While he waits for the door to be answered, he stands with his hands behind his back. Steven loiters behind him, rubbing the side of its face against Severus' shoulder, to which Severus tries very hard to ignore. The blasted bird has been attempting to endear itself to him all day.]
[Quiet though her mutter is, he hears it.] I'm not a person who tells jokes, Miss Carnahan.
[At her invitation, he unclasps his hands from behind his back and steps over the threshold into the room. The emu plods in after him and immediately takes to pecking curiously at the light switch. The light turns off and on a couple of times as a result.]
Steven. Enough. [The emu stops and looks at him, and Severus points to a clear spot of floor large enough for the bird to sit down.] Sit down. Behave yourself.
[The emu lowers its head as if apologising and begins to plod off to where he was told to sit. But not before he approaches Miss Carnahan, inquisitively eyeing her.]
[At her invitation, he unclasps his hands from behind his back and steps over the threshold into the room. The emu plods in after him and immediately takes to pecking curiously at the light switch. The light turns off and on a couple of times as a result.]
Steven. Enough. [The emu stops and looks at him, and Severus points to a clear spot of floor large enough for the bird to sit down.] Sit down. Behave yourself.
[The emu lowers its head as if apologising and begins to plod off to where he was told to sit. But not before he approaches Miss Carnahan, inquisitively eyeing her.]
[The emu nuzzles into the touch. He's a strangely affectionate emu.]
Black. No sugar. A twist of lemon if you have it.
[Meanwhile, the emu notices Miss Carnahan's earrings. They look potentially tasty. Hovering in closer, the emu looks about ready to peck at her right earring.]
Black. No sugar. A twist of lemon if you have it.
[Meanwhile, the emu notices Miss Carnahan's earrings. They look potentially tasty. Hovering in closer, the emu looks about ready to peck at her right earring.]
Steven. Enough. [Severus says this an awful lot to Steven. The bird is already starting to get a little sick of it.
But it looks over at Severus all the same, a little sheepishly, and when he points for the bird to head to the middle of the floor and sit down, it relents and does as it's told.]
My apologies for his behaviour. [Though she's making the tea, he's still rather formally standing in the room; he's not one for simply making himself comfortable in another's home. But he does make attempt at conversation.]
So, you lived in Egypt, then?
But it looks over at Severus all the same, a little sheepishly, and when he points for the bird to head to the middle of the floor and sit down, it relents and does as it's told.]
My apologies for his behaviour. [Though she's making the tea, he's still rather formally standing in the room; he's not one for simply making himself comfortable in another's home. But he does make attempt at conversation.]
So, you lived in Egypt, then?
I'm familiar with, as a rule, most parts of non-fiction that was available at my school - that is magical based, of course. I know that doesn't really mean as much here, given the loss of our powers, but it's still relevant. As for literature, my spare time was spend on what are regarded as muggle 'classics' - that is Austen, Shakespeare, Dickens, the Brontë Sisters and so on and so forth. I am really quite happy to work on anything you'd like to give me to do - any book is worth taking care of, no matter it's content.
Picking up the Dewey system in Asgard seems like a wonderful idea to organise things, especially for a school based environment. I spent a lot of time in the library at my own school at home and so I've almost memorised the order of things there - both magical and muggle (that is, non-magical) in nature. I think that can transfer itself over to here quite well and I can assure you my organisational skills are very high. You can ask for references if you like, seeing as my friends often got very irritated with my lists.
I'd be more than happy to take part in creating a classical literature section and make sure that we both keep discussions with the teacher at the top of our minds. I'd also be happy to take charge of the children's section, if that's really alright with you.
I am just as dedicated to running a tight library as you are, I believe, so I would be more than happy to give you any and all assistance that you want from me. Just say the word and I'll be there.
I'd be more than happy to take part in creating a classical literature section and make sure that we both keep discussions with the teacher at the top of our minds. I'd also be happy to take charge of the children's section, if that's really alright with you.
I am just as dedicated to running a tight library as you are, I believe, so I would be more than happy to give you any and all assistance that you want from me. Just say the word and I'll be there.
[Well, being she invited him to take a seat… He eyes the table and chairs and steps across to it. Pulling a chair out, he takes a seat, back straight, hands clasped together on his lap.]
Regrettably, no. The opportunity never arose. [He slightly, absently twiddles his thumbs together.] Whereabouts in England are you from?
Regrettably, no. The opportunity never arose. [He slightly, absently twiddles his thumbs together.] Whereabouts in England are you from?
I'm not sure that Professor Snape recommended me as much as he was desperate to shut me up and find a use for me, but I'm sure that must account for something.
That sounds like a wonderful idea - I'll see what I can write up and then we can compare notes when we're both free. As for teaching - yes, I will be taking care of the teaching of the History of Magic, actually.
That sounds like a wonderful idea - I'll see what I can write up and then we can compare notes when we're both free. As for teaching - yes, I will be taking care of the teaching of the History of Magic, actually.
Ah. [He's quite familiar with Oxford - the wizarding realm of Oxford, mostly, which is as much Oxford to him as muggle Oxford would be to a muggle.
Unclasping his hands, he picks up a spoon, dips it into the tea and gives it a brief stir.] I… Well, I highly doubt you'd be familiar with the Britain that I grew up and lived in. But prior to attending what I suppose you'd call a boarding school, I was raised in Lancashire. A small town just north of Blackburn, to be specific.
Unclasping his hands, he picks up a spoon, dips it into the tea and gives it a brief stir.] I… Well, I highly doubt you'd be familiar with the Britain that I grew up and lived in. But prior to attending what I suppose you'd call a boarding school, I was raised in Lancashire. A small town just north of Blackburn, to be specific.
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