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asgardeventide2014-03-23 01:51 pm
proudofwhatiam) wrote in asgardeventide2014-03-23 01:51 pm
three glyphs // text // day 422
I am aware that there is currently a situation of no small importance outside the walls of our city. However, time waits for no man, and I see no reason to delay this statement.
As you are no doubt aware, the Albus Dumbledore Academy recently suffered a devastating loss. The fire that burned much of the school building was also responsible for numerous injuries to staff, students, and bystanders, and at least one death. So far as I know, any investigations into the matter are still ongoing, and the question remains: Was this the work of a man or of fate? A deliberate choice or an unhappy accident?
[After being accused by Professor Snape of starting the damnable thing, the thought hasn't been far from her mind--it must have been someone.]
If it was, indeed, the work of an arsonist, then I hope he will listen when I say: Yours was a coward's gesture. This school is a place of learning; it should be a safe haven for any Traveler interested in bettering himself through an education, regardless of origin. You are a disgrace to a population brought together to improve this world.
Those who try to terrorize others through intimidation and threat of harm are the lowest of men, and they should not expect clemency. If you purposely set the school on fire, you will be found, and you will receive your just deserts.
If I must, I will ensure that much myself. You are responsible for my death, and I demand that justice be served.
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There will be no break in class for students enrolled in my courses. To treat this occurrence as reason for a holiday would be an insult to everyone injured in the catastrophe. To halt our learning in the face of a frightful event would be to give in to fear. We will not give in to fear--particularly not if frightening us was some craven soul's intention in the first place. In lieu of a safe place to meet within the school, my courses will be held in the library in Odin district.
I regret to inform those enrolled in my course on Egyptian history and culture that the mummification work of our last two months has been destroyed. In our next class, we will discuss the future of the project, and of our class as a whole.
((OOC: To be clear, Evy has no idea who set fire to the school or whether that person is male or female. She comes from a time when using the male pronoun would be default when describing a theoretical person.))
As you are no doubt aware, the Albus Dumbledore Academy recently suffered a devastating loss. The fire that burned much of the school building was also responsible for numerous injuries to staff, students, and bystanders, and at least one death. So far as I know, any investigations into the matter are still ongoing, and the question remains: Was this the work of a man or of fate? A deliberate choice or an unhappy accident?
[After being accused by Professor Snape of starting the damnable thing, the thought hasn't been far from her mind--it must have been someone.]
If it was, indeed, the work of an arsonist, then I hope he will listen when I say: Yours was a coward's gesture. This school is a place of learning; it should be a safe haven for any Traveler interested in bettering himself through an education, regardless of origin. You are a disgrace to a population brought together to improve this world.
Those who try to terrorize others through intimidation and threat of harm are the lowest of men, and they should not expect clemency. If you purposely set the school on fire, you will be found, and you will receive your just deserts.
If I must, I will ensure that much myself. You are responsible for my death, and I demand that justice be served.
There will be no break in class for students enrolled in my courses. To treat this occurrence as reason for a holiday would be an insult to everyone injured in the catastrophe. To halt our learning in the face of a frightful event would be to give in to fear. We will not give in to fear--particularly not if frightening us was some craven soul's intention in the first place. In lieu of a safe place to meet within the school, my courses will be held in the library in Odin district.
I regret to inform those enrolled in my course on Egyptian history and culture that the mummification work of our last two months has been destroyed. In our next class, we will discuss the future of the project, and of our class as a whole.
((OOC: To be clear, Evy has no idea who set fire to the school or whether that person is male or female. She comes from a time when using the male pronoun would be default when describing a theoretical person.))
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I was in my office. [She's grateful to be alone in her flat--well, aside from the cat lolling around in a patch of sunlight on the floor--as she answers. If her breath hitches at the thought of typing it out, who knows what might happen if she tried to speak?] I had assignments to mark, and I'd wanted to be able to leave them at school when I went home. They all burnt in the fire, I'm afraid; it was entirely pointless, after all.
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Evelyn. ( it's hard to say more than that, even. but he gets a hold of himself and clears his throat. )
Whatever happened, you're alright now?
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Her hands are shaking too much to type a response, so she turns on the voice option. Thanks to a healer, her voice works again, but it's small and quiet and full of a hesitance normally absent from her words.]
Please, Doctor--Leonard. I'm in decent enough health now.
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I'd prefer a little better than decent, ( he says, honestly regretting that he's made her sound like that. ) But I'll take what I can get.
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[Nothing a good cup of tea won't fix, stiff upper lip, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag, and every other cliche she can think of.
She sighs.]
It's only been two days. I doubt anyone has slept well in the last two days, with the giants outside the city.
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But the thing of it is, you're not. It's not a weakness.
( he sighs again, soft and almost inaudible. )
But I guess if you've been up at night, I can offer something that'll help.
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Give me a few days. I-- [And she falls silent again, choosing her words carefully.] It was hardly the Somme in there. I might be fine next week.
[Might. This is a message as much of silence as of speech, though Amewbis is kind enough to start meowing at a dust mote right here, and then Evy shushes him.] Perhaps--later, should things not improve...perhaps then, I'll need some help.
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( he trails off, unsure for a moment. he hasn't known her for very long, but he's always felt as though people just understood that they can come to him for help. maybe that's his error. )
Anything at all. Scraped knee or someone to vent at, anything worse or less. I can be around.
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...I have tea at half four most days. You'd be welcome to join me.
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I'll see you soon, then.
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Likewise.
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Take care of yourself, until then.
( ooc / would you like to action/log/handwave/some magical fourth option? )