PAINTING
You approach the painting of Bartholomew Corkhoof, a renowned wizard of the past. Next to the portrait is a small plaque. Pacing back and forth nearby is the Minister of Magic Education, Roderick Dunhampton.
You take a closer look at the painting of Bartholomew Corkhoof. You recall from your studies that he was a professor at Lumenspire several decades ago. A seasoned traveler, he had quickly risen to fame as the head of House Viator and was best known for his contributions to the introduction of magical creatures into the syllabus. The painting depicts him holding his second favorite pastime, a glass of wine.
Suddenly, the figure in the painting lurches forward, sloshing forward a small amount of wine which splashes at your feet as Corkhoof begins speaking in a brash yet dazed tone, as if having just awoken from a dream.
“Eh? No Mr. Korhonen, I’ve been keepin’ no dragons in ‘ere.”
He shakes his head rapidly, regaining his bearings.
“Whassat? A student was attacked? Surely it was by the hand of a fellow witch or wizard. Folk are always in such a hurry to blame such things on a creature or beast, yet it is the human heart that lacks in tameness.”
Bartholomew takes a noisy sip from his wine glass, then uses the back of his other hand to wipe the remnants from his mustache.
“So you’re a Medela, eh? A clumsy house if there ever was one. Don’t yer go tryin’ to deny it, just earlier I saw one of yer knock down a vase, shattering it on the floor! As I recall, ya got docked four points for it, too! Serves ya right, ya bunch of clumsy dragon-haters. Whassat? Ya don’t hate dragons? Eh, clumsy nonetheless.”
You take a closer look at the painting of Bartholomew Corkhoof. You recall from your studies that he was a professor at Lumenspire several decades ago. A seasoned traveler, he had quickly risen to fame as the head of House Viator and was best known for his contributions to the introduction of magical creatures into the syllabus. The painting depicts him holding his second favorite pastime, a glass of wine.
Suddenly, the figure in the painting lurches forward, sloshing forward a small amount of wine which splashes at your feet as Corkhoof begins speaking in a brash yet dazed tone, as if having just awoken from a dream.
“Eh? No Mr. Korhonen, I’ve been keepin’ no dragons in ‘ere.”
He shakes his head rapidly, regaining his bearings.
“Whassat? A student was attacked? Surely it was by the hand of a fellow witch or wizard. Folk are always in such a hurry to blame such things on a creature or beast, yet it is the human heart that lacks in tameness.”
Bartholomew takes a noisy sip from his wine glass, then uses the back of his other hand to wipe the remnants from his mustache.
“So you’re a Medela, eh? A clumsy house if there ever was one. Don’t yer go tryin’ to deny it, just earlier I saw one of yer knock down a vase, shattering it on the floor! As I recall, ya got docked four points for it, too! Serves ya right, ya bunch of clumsy dragon-haters. Whassat? Ya don’t hate dragons? Eh, clumsy nonetheless.”
Separate from the painting is a plaque containing a quote from Zephora del Cor, the founder of House Viator:
“We howl together on the uncharted path, knowing that being the first is a journey, not a destination.”
-Zephora del Cor
That sounds like something a Viator would say.
You approach the Minister of Magic Education, Roderick Dunhampton, as he paces back and forth with a concerned look on his face.
“How could this be? Lysandra Bloodthorne, back from the grave! And after all these years… terrible, terrible! That old fool of a headmaster was right all along! I should have listened to him. Now we’re all doomed! Ah – hello there, young student.”
He abruptly halts his pacing and straightens his posture, an attempt to maintain his professionalism despite the clear worry on his face.
“No need to be concerned, now. I’ve already sent word to the Ministry of Magic. They’ll have a team here at once! With the dark witch’s return, and that escaped criminal on the loose, we’ll need to take extra precautions to ensure the safety of the students and the security of this academy. You’ll all have the full support of the Ministry, I can guarantee that. No need for worry, young one. We’ll all be fine, ha ha. And your dear friend, Oliphant, er, Oliver, he’ll be fine, too! Just a sleeping spell, thank goodness. Yes, the fact that your friend isn’t dead is a sign of fortune! It means that Lysandra is not yet back to full strength! Otherwise, I fear we’d have no chance!”
The minister’s face seems to light up at this revelation, and his eyes dart to and fro.
“Now stay put, and don’t meddle about. I’m going to have a word with that old – er, your esteemed headmaster, Leopold, about getting this place up to par on security!”
“We howl together on the uncharted path, knowing that being the first is a journey, not a destination.”
-Zephora del Cor
That sounds like something a Viator would say.
You approach the Minister of Magic Education, Roderick Dunhampton, as he paces back and forth with a concerned look on his face.
“How could this be? Lysandra Bloodthorne, back from the grave! And after all these years… terrible, terrible! That old fool of a headmaster was right all along! I should have listened to him. Now we’re all doomed! Ah – hello there, young student.”
He abruptly halts his pacing and straightens his posture, an attempt to maintain his professionalism despite the clear worry on his face.
“No need to be concerned, now. I’ve already sent word to the Ministry of Magic. They’ll have a team here at once! With the dark witch’s return, and that escaped criminal on the loose, we’ll need to take extra precautions to ensure the safety of the students and the security of this academy. You’ll all have the full support of the Ministry, I can guarantee that. No need for worry, young one. We’ll all be fine, ha ha. And your dear friend, Oliphant, er, Oliver, he’ll be fine, too! Just a sleeping spell, thank goodness. Yes, the fact that your friend isn’t dead is a sign of fortune! It means that Lysandra is not yet back to full strength! Otherwise, I fear we’d have no chance!”
The minister’s face seems to light up at this revelation, and his eyes dart to and fro.
“Now stay put, and don’t meddle about. I’m going to have a word with that old – er, your esteemed headmaster, Leopold, about getting this place up to par on security!”