I Dream of Manatees Akinyi Odera

The Runes protege was up to something. He had spent the first semester working on a surrogate alphabet so that he could paint runes with benign symbols in order to work out effects and combinations without the inherent risk of an untimely demise. January had been dedicated to the art of folding paper into shapes and he was beginning to hone a particular form that resembled a manatee. Why a manatee? Well, he had visited Professor Nenovsky in between classes in the fall and had wanted love advice. He wasn’t really sure what he got out of it but he knew that he wanted to do something special for the divination professor - especially because, ever since he visited her office, he had become enamored with manatees!

Now, here he was, bent over his crudely constructed rune book where he had been working on various equations. He had almost nailed down a combination he wanted to try utilizing: Mannaz, Raido, Ingot, and Ansuz. He wanted to use Mannaz to inscribe memory and connection, specifically to his professor and activation whenever she was nearby. Raido as a rune for transportation so that the origami manatee would be programmed along a set (true) circular path so it didn’t go wandering away from the professor whenever activated. Ingot because of it’s connection to virtue, and the walk of a spiritual path when he could symbolized Nenovsky well.

However, despite Dennis’ innate genius in the subject his full understanding remained lacking. He would need to have someone knowledgeable to proof his understanding and intention - correcting where he messed up in his logic and technique. He thought about turning to Professor Lancaster. She had always been very easy to talk to but her lectures on never doing exactly what it was he was doing gave him the impression she would not look kindly on his attempt.

“Never paint runes by yourself,” Dennis said in a mock Jessamine Lancaster voice as he finished the last of his paintings using the benign rune symbols. “Ok, Professor,” he said sarcastically, again to no one in particular once he was satisfied with his combination. This left only one other person for him to approach - Professor Odera. He didn’t much like that idea but when having to choose between the two, he thought it was safer to go with Odera who might not be as quick to chastise him for disobeying her. Besides…he had yet to actually be in a class where she specifically had warned him individually not to do it.
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I Dream of Manatees Akinyi Odera
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XXXXXAkinyi’s heels made a faint click sound as she traveled through the castle. She did this from time to time—as nice as the North Tower was, sometimes she needed the grounding movement of simply walking in a space larger than her classroom and office. So, she walked. Down the stairs, in the corridors, peeking her head into the doorways that didn’t have a door obstructing her view.

That is what the Professor had been doing, at least, until she came across one of her students. One that had, admittedly, far more potential with runes, than she’d ever had at his age. He simply took to the subject well, and Akinyi would stop him. No, she would stoke his flame, guiding his curiosity. She would only quietly encourage this interest in runes, lest it burn out.

Dennis was doing something that she should be scolding him for, something she should sharply scold him for. But instead, Akinyi stood in the doorway, gazing at the third year. He was bent over what looked to be a book of sorts, clearly focused on something runes-related. The boy also had a writing utensil in his hand, and he was very clearly writing something—what, she would have to find out.

“Hello,” She spoke from the doorway, informing the Ravenclaw of her presence. “May I ask what you’re doing, Mr. Tumberton? May I help you, at all?” Akinyi offered, her eyes studying the book in front of him, quickly scanning it for any signs or pointers as to what was going on. It wasn’t as if she had just caught him committing a crime—but she was curious what her star student was doing, especially if it was related to her very own subject.

She offered a small smile to him, hands still hanging at her sides as her gaze swung to the rest of the room. The seemingly random assortment of tables, the bookshelves lining the walls, and the variety of typical supplies. This was a room she would have to visit again in the future. It was both comforting and infuriating all at the same time. But that wasn’t the reason that she was no longer simply standing in the doorway, and now beside a student of hers. No, the reason was because of the boy in front of her, with his ginger hair and impulsive mind. What was he up to?
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date ; 02/05/2026
mentions ; @dennis tumberton
languages ; “english”thoughts
Study Room ; location
397 ; wordcount
I apologize for the wait! ; ooc notes
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