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 Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 7:50 am
The room was a smaller room for offices, or it seemed anyway, as piles and piles of magical objects cluttered the space. Amidst the piles of artifacts lay a garagantuan chest with a plank of wood nailed to the top of it, making it his desk. It was always locked, and no one knows what's inside. A large oak wood chair was pulled up to the desk on the opposite side, and numerous quills and papers littered the 'desk'.
The walls, which were barely visible, were draped with brilliant silver curtains, and the office had no windows. Even the other teachers wondered how he was able to work in such a crowded room. Teachers had tried to convince him to bewitch it to make it seem larger, but he always refused. He must like his room dearly.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 7:57 am
Professor Borgise sat behind the 'desk', writing a note to self notice. He finished, reading it aloud. "Dispose of Dead Dugbog Carcass." he grinned slightly, glancing over at a squished Dugbog which was being crushed by a large amount of objects in a pile. With a flick of his wand, the note rose into the air and began to circle the desk like a Merry-Go-Round.
"I'll certainly remember it that way." Borgise muttered to himself, walking around mounds of orbs, papers, and other weird things to get to the door. He began to walk down to the Entrance Hall.
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