Professor Chiadovini’s Office IC Questions closed

Interest

Tristan walked into the open door of the office. The new Astronomy professor was intriguing and Tristan was certain any encounter with Professor Chiadovini would be enlightening.
Tristan was calm like a snake, like the cold prince Leonard had once described him has. Professor Chiadovini couldn’t have come here because he wanted to teach children. He was cynical as Tristan was. Cold and mysterious, quite beautiful in fact. The Professor was Italian without doubt but he spoke English far more naturally than most. The only explanations Tristan could conjure up was that Professor Chiadovini had English family. Tristan speculated and decided against speaking Italian as his first words to the stranger. Tristan did not know enough Italian to do it justice. French, Korean, Spanish, and English, not Italian. Despite this, Tristan knew that he wouldn’t have to pretend to empathise or be like the common goldfish with this professor. Professor Chiadovini was special, so was he. He debated what words he would first speak. Something about the stars, and something about answers would be mysterious and intriguing, Tristan was curious if Chiadovini was a muggle supporter or a blood purist. Tristan himself though supported muggles, truly only cared about Edward.
Thus he asked his question,”Do the stars give you the answers you seek,Professor Chiadovini?

Terrible Presence in effect.
| Aura of Unease Present |

It was a relatively quiet night. Sundays were the one sacred day that Leonardo kept holy for himself; a time where he would not be disturbed by any individuals, whether they were asking a question on homework assignments, or having classes in which he would have to deal with the common student body. It was a day of rest, as the Holy Book implied, a day of rest that the professor felt that he needed dearly.

He had been grading homework for about an hour and a half, simultaneously impressed and disgusted by the intelligence or lack thereof in the younger generation, and he was now on his second cup of coffee, a book which he had been distracting himself briefly with left open at his side. The sign outside his door should have deterred anyone who wanted to come by... but apparently it had not deterred well enough, as a knock on the door had testified to.

With a lazy motion, the door unlocked and Leonardo focused upon his work, expecting to hear the voice of a higherup speaking to him; a professor or perhaps a Head of House come to remark upon his work or his methods of teaching. Perhaps a complaint from his charges that had up to this point been unchecked? But certainly, the Seer had not been expecting to hear the voice of a boy, asking him what he thought of the stars.

Frozen for a second, grey eyes looked upon the boy, meeting the youth before he slowly put his quill aside, straightening in his seat from his slouched position and pressing the tips of his fingers together. In a voice which possessed British pointedness and Italian lilt, he began: ”I beg your pardon, young man?” He quietly asked, his voice no louder than a whisper. Of course he had heard what the youth had said, but what was more pressing on his mind was that the boy had come in on a Sunday night, a day that had explicitly been left out of his office hours. Still, it would be rude not to humor. It would be rude to turn him out and force him to leave. At this point, the professor was required to make a proper conversation with the intruder, whether he liked it or not. ”The stars offer many answers, whether or not I am seeking for them. It is a matter of sifting through the extraneous and indentifying the specific.” As he spoke, the shadows in the corner of the room may have seemed to twitch.

Tipping his head, Leonardo assessed the situation. It was not quite curfew, otherwise the boy would be in his common room. There were several ways he could foresee dealing with this obstacle. Perhaps the most direct would be the most beneficial.

“Mister... Pardon, I do not remember your name. Indulge me?” After receiving an answer, Leonardo would continue, clasping his hands and making steady, almost hypnotic eye contact with the student. “I do not know how complete your studies were in reading, but should my memory serve, the sign outdoors says that I am not available for meetings on Sundays. Am I correct?” His voice had still not changed, that honeyed, silken tone prevalent in his words. Leaning back in his chair, Leonardo picked up the book, sensing a conversation that he desperately wished that he could not be a part of. ”Unless there is something urgently required of me, something conducive to danger, I would kindly ask you to leave.”

Would the boy leave? Probably not, but it was at least a possibility.

Reducio

@Tristan Theramin

OOC Note: I understand that you would have heard Leonardo speak in lectures before, thus possibly concluding that he is part Italian, but for the most part, he speaks fluent English. Please refrain from godmodding knowledge like this until you properly meet him.

Tristan had certainly forgotten of the day being Sunday and that was not the impression that he desired Professor Chiadovini to have of him. But, he was indeed surprised that the Professor did not banish him from the office. Since the truth was not at all conducive to his mask of personality, Tristan offered his name first in the same cold manner that Professor Chiadovini spoke, “Theramin, sir” but refused to look at the professor in his eyes as if to present a form of social anxiety which Tristan supposed he truly had. After all, Tristan was averse to human communication at times, meaning those who could not stand his coldness, his masks, his refusal of emotion. Tristan quietly said, “I’m sorry sir, I came because I need to know whether the stars can give me answers. I can see the thestrals and the Dark. The rest of the world must think I’m evil. I can speak to the snakes sir. I know Lord Voldemort spoke it sir. You must know the burdens of a magical gift sir. No one seems to understand the dark things I see sir. I had to ask you that first question because no one listens to me unless I seem intelligent sir.” Tristan said this as if it was bursting out of him in jolts. This was how he was in the past before Edward died. He dreamt dark things almost every night but once he accepted it, only then did they disappear.

Terrible Presence in effect.
| Aura of Unease Present |

Well, damn him for thinking that an open-ended response would help him slither out of a situation like this. Of course it wouldn't. Resigning himself, Leonardo placed the book aside, marking it with a black ribbon before quietly stirring his coffee and continuing to look at the boy, who had introduced himself as Theramin. Mister Theramin appeared shy, perhaps anxious, as his fast words and his changing tones attested to. Leonardo knew the feeling all too well, but yet his gaze did not waver, curiously observing the features of the lad like a cat watching a mouse.

Holding back an exasperated sigh, the Seer instead inhaled deeply, collecting his thoughts as the boy's words and ideas came. They came quickly, albeit without pattern, 'jumping' from star to star, as it were. Star-talking, was what Leonardo would call it; not being able to focus on one thing and wanting answers for everything in the exact moment. Theramin spoke of many things; of Thestrals and Darkness, of speaking to Snakes and the evils of Lord Voldemort, long dead though he was.

Knowing the burdens of a magical gift.

It was at this, the Seer's attention was fully piqued. "You mean to tell me that you are a Parselmouth." He concluded quickly, without a tone of shock or formality in his voice.
"You are a Parselmouth, for you claim to speak with snakes, and you fear what others may think of you should you reveal this certain... gift." Ah, and therein lie the rub. "A rare gift-- a hereditary gift-- but a gift nonetheless. Perhaps a curse, if you are so blind to perceive it that way, but a talent." That was, unless Theramin was putting him on for the sake of entertainment. Regardless; he had been asked for advice, and Leonardo was not one to dissapoint. "Think of it as such, and nothing more, nor less. You never know when this... curse or talent may be of more use than you previously thought it to be. Unless you are putting me on and lying through your teeth." The last sentence was more of a growl than the cool persona utilized earlier.

Gloss over the Darkness, the Thestrals, and the possible lies for now. The stars offering answers. The moon was at its first quarter tonight, its half-lit radiance soon to illuminate the night sky. As for the winter constellations; Orion, Taurus, Cetus, Gemini... they were half finished with their reigns over the northern hemisphere. Truth be told, tonight was a lovely night to look out at the stars. No mists, no fogs, no clouds. Clear as a bell-tone. "I think it not a matter of intelligence, Mister Theramin, but you seem to insinuate a desire for a Diviner's favor." He remarked shortly, his finger tapping the table lightly. "A Diviner's favor for methods of understanding these visions that you claim. Something that Miss Kiblitzer may be better suited for. What you can expect to find here is a revelation of moon cycles, star patterns, and zodiac horoscopes." He dared not mention that he was a Seer, lest he be flooded with pleas for tarot readings, Ouija seances, or other petty methods of foresight. "Should you wish to have a daily horoscope for your sign, I can oblige that." Sometimes it was the small things, the light tap of guidance, that could do an individual good. "Would such counsel do you pleasure for the moment?"

Reducio

@Tristan Theramin

OOC Note: No harm no foul. I completely understand.

Tristan Theramin

“𝒩𝑜, ℐ 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝒟𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓇’𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓅𝑒. ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔.”
𝒯𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓇 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝒶𝒸𝓆𝓊𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 ℒ𝑜𝓇𝒹. ℋ𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝓍𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎. “𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℐ 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓈, ℐ 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓎. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 ℐ’𝓂 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒. 𝒩𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝑜 ℐ, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉. ℐ𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉, ℐ 𝒶𝒹𝓂𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒯𝑜𝓂 ℛ𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒱𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒢𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝓉 𝒢𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 ℒ𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 ℐ 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒. 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓇. ℐ 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃. ” 𝒯𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇. ℐ𝓃𝒹𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒾𝓉. ℋ𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝑒, 𝒹𝑒𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉. 𝒩𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 ℰ𝒹𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹’𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. ℐ𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒷𝑒 “𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇” “ℬ𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇” 𝒯𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻. 𝒯𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒, “𝒟𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊? 𝒟𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁?” ℋ𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓊𝓃. 𝒯𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒. ℒ𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝑜. ℐ𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 ℒ𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂.𝒯𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉. ℋ𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓅𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒.

Terrible Presence in effect.
| Aura of Unease Present |

To ascertain and understand. This was the alleged purpose of the boy's coming to him; the newblood, the new, strange, black-clad professor with an aura of terror which constantly veiled him. He claimed that he needed company, and at that, Leonardo nearly scoffed; company indeed! He was the wrong person to contact for such comforts.

Theramin claimed that Leonardo did not care for feelings, and to this, Leonardo's finger tapped slightly faster. Though his face never betrayed it, he was watching more and more, carefully, watching for a slip, a miss... And he found it. He found it in the young eyes, at last.

Admiration for the Dark Lords, the supposed villains of the wizarding world. The famed wandmaker, and the most renowned Slytherin that the world had ever come to know. Though he spoke not a word, silently the Professor regaled the tales of the two. The boy claimed he felt a villain confessing; Leonardo acknowledged that perhaps he was not the only 'villain' in the office. "They are a special breed, aren't they?" A wry smile began to form, parting lips slightly to reveal a small grin. "After all, you cannot have a hero without a villain... Nor can you have a complete world without people who dare to challenge its restraints." Devil's advocate. One of Leonardo's favorite patrons to play. It was a special advocate, one who challenged and assured, and an advocate that promoted growth and change. Sometimes... sometimes that advocate was one that the world needed desperately, especially when there were those who were frightened to change the formality.

Fearless Activated

Then came the hissing of a snake from the mouth of Theramin, along with the sly smile, a new expression evident as the words of Parseltongue rang in the room, hissing into silence in the tapestry-garbed walls. At this, Leonardo's smile vanished as quickly as it had come. As frightening perhaps a snake's words could prove to be to the common spine, to him it was nothing but another obstacle, yet another thing that proved itself to be a distraction.

Rising from his seat, slowly, yet sternly, Leonardo glowered down at the boy, his eyes flickering between visible fury and simmering rage. "'Should you wish to speak to me, do it in a common tongue. Else, save it for the rest of your brethren when conversing in snakiest manner." Quieter than the rest of his words, yet ringing with authority, his hunch of the talent confirmed.

He was not angry with the boy; far from it. It was the open flaunting of the ability which had ignited the Seer's anger. He had never shared his ability with others... let alone teachers. Should he have been flattered to have this boy reveal the secret to him? "I am no snake, save for the house I hail from. You will find no serpent to charm here." His eyes flicking to the door, he nodded to it. "If I have given you what you wanted, be it challenge or answers, please, leave me to my work. I have no time for these... foolish trivialities."

Leonardo sat once again, nodding to Theramin as he picked up his quill, bowing his head with the last ounce of patience he had assembled for himself. "Good Evening. I hope you have found what you are looking for, and I wish you only the best." Sarcasm, obviously.

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@Tristan Theramin

Astronomy Tower

Tristan blinked his eye. That was quite a reaction.He didn’t expect to irk the man, but it seems he had gotten quite used to his unreacting friends, cold and princely like him. He bowed with the utmost respect, his body bending forward at the waist.
“I am quite ashamed that I have offended you, Professor. I offer my deepest apologies as the heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Theramin.” His voice cold and unwavering, mask on.
Tristan said the statement above while he thought of how Parseltongue had angered the person he was talking to. It definitely wasn’t fear, nor was Professor Chiadovini lying when he said he believed Parseltongue was just a gift and should be treated as such. Maybe, Chiadovini had some secret burden as well. He could be part goblin, as he was quite tall in stature, he could be part Veela, for he did have a magical beauty beyond normal. None of that was very likely however. Tristan knew that there were Seers in the wizarding word so that was a possibility, as the gift of being a Seer was often also a curse.
“You have given me valuable information, Professor Chiadovini, so I thank you. I now understand that you hail from Slytherin. So do I. I have behaved far too much as a snake today, Edward would not be proud of me. Leonard would”
Tristan then chuckled bitterly, it’s sound echoing.
“Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you, and find nourishment at the very sight of you
Nevermore quoth the Raven, Nevermore.”
Tristan let himself fall into the velvet chair by the bookcase, on purpose of course.
“My apologies, when I think I often find myself quoting muggle literature.” Tristan said in a tone with which anyone could tell he meant the quotes and was lying.
“I am unaware of the beautiful, and uncomprehending in the face of the happy, aren’t I,Professor” Tristan said repeating the first words he had spoken on the Hogwarts Train.”I have built up forts, yet my heart is frozen. I must confess that I came in here hoping for a distraction, hoping that lies and a game of cunning would be enough to satiate my isolation.”
His voice was cold as usual but the words he spoke were meaningful. It was easier to say them to a stranger. Everyone he’d met often received the same treatment. Yes, Edward had triggered the freezing but Tristan had different before then as well. He realized that maybe, he was destined for this cold but great world. He had allies in the Slytherin world.
“I apologize, I should not place my grief on your shoulders but you were a stranger who I’d hope would not show pity. Everyone who knew me before, pities me Professor and pity is something I do not desire.”

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Tristan blinked his eye. That was quite a reaction.He didn’t expect to irk the man, but it seems he had gotten quite used to his unreacting friends, cold and princely like him. He bowed with the utmost respect, his body bending forward at the waist.
“I am quite ashamed that I have offended you, Professor. I offer my deepest apologies as the heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Theramin.” His voice cold and unwavering, mask on.
Tristan said the statement above while he thought of how Parseltongue had angered the person he was talking to. It definitely wasn’t fear, nor was Professor Chiadovini lying when he said he believed Parseltongue was just a gift and should be treated as such. Maybe, Chiadovini had some secret burden as well. He could be part goblin, as he was quite tall in stature, he could be part Veela, for he did have a magical beauty beyond normal. None of that was very likely however. Tristan knew that there were Seers in the wizarding word so that was a possibility, as the gift of being a Seer was often also a curse.
“You have given me valuable information, Professor Chiadovini, so I thank you. I now understand that you hail from Slytherin. So do I. I have behaved far too much as a snake today, Edward would not be proud of me. Leonard would”
Tristan then chuckled bitterly, it’s sound echoing.
“Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you, and find nourishment at the very sight of you
Nevermore quoth the Raven, Nevermore.”
Tristan let himself fall into the velvet chair by the bookcase, on purpose of course.
“My apologies, when I think I often find myself quoting muggle literature.” Tristan said in a tone with which anyone could tell he meant the quotes and was lying.
“I am unaware of the beautiful, and uncomprehending in the face of the happy, aren’t I,Professor” Tristan said repeating the first words he had spoken on the Hogwarts Train.”I have built up forts, yet my heart is frozen. I must confess that I came in here hoping for a distraction, hoping that lies and a game of cunning would be enough to satiate my isolation.”
His voice was cold as usual but the words he spoke were meaningful. It was easier to say them to a stranger. Everyone he’d met often received the same treatment. Yes, Edward had triggered the freezing but Tristan had different before then as well. He realized that maybe, he was destined for this cold but great world. He had allies in the Slytherin world.
“I apologize, I should not place my grief on your shoulders but you were a stranger who I’d hope would not show pity. Everyone who knew me before, pities me Professor and pity is something I do not desire.”

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@Leonardo Chiadovini

OOC
How are you? If you celebrate, how have your holidays been? I liked this roleplay with you.

Astronomy Tower

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Terrible Presence in effect.
| Aura of Unease Present |

He was letting the rage simmer inside, doing everything in his power to not snap in front of a student. He had only been hired hardly a week ago, and could not risk being fired early for poor conduct. He would have to grin and bear it for now, until he was held in better favor.

An apology, formal, if perhaps a bit conceited, came next, and Leonardo's brow raised. The cold voice, not unlike when the boy had first come in, had returned. A thankful statement, for the Astronomy professor offering advice and thoughts, confirmation that he belonged to Slytherin, and then claiming that certain individuals would not have or would have been happy with the conduct that he had acted in. It was of no interest to Leonardo, who had by this point averted his eyes, reduced to his former silence and focus in grading the countless papers which laid in front of him.

The boy laughed, and Leonardo glanced up with dull eyes. Would he ever leave?

A quote from Mister Poe. The Raven.

Putting the quill aside, Leonardo clasped his hands in front of himself again, listening intently to the claim that the boy appreciated the Muggle literature. Though his eye twitched a little when the Slytherin collapsed into his velvet armchair, Leonardo held his tongue, desperate to maintain civility. The boy spoke more of his own difficulties, and with a sigh, Leonardo pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing his eyes and trying to remember where he had put his coffee. It was getting too late for this nonsense.

Still, perhaps there was a last bit of guidance he was capable of offering, and before the thoughts fully crossed his mind, he spoke. "The finest authors and the greatest heroes suffered from their demons as well, young snake." He muttered, perhaps hesitantly adding an afterthought to the confrontation he had endured. "We all suffer from demons, but it is up to us to decide what powers they hold over us and which powers we take for ourselves. I sense a troubled mind that I cannot console, nor perhaps you desire to be consoled, and so I can only offer you with twisted wisdom. Do what you will, but ensure that you do not regret your actions. Slytherin will see to you well; I only wish that you find what you desire the most by her guidance."

He was quite finished now. Standing once again, he crossed to the chair, extending his hand to the door. "If you will pardon me, Mister Theramin, I have work that I must attend to. Please return to the Slytherin dorms. Perhaps the Giant Squid will be found in the window tonight as well." He tried to muster a smile, but only an uncomfortable grimace formed.

Guiding the boy to the door and bidding a final, proper goodnight, Leonardo closed and locked it, untouched by the encounter, but eager to continue his appointed job to the school.

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@Tristan Theramin

Office is Open

✿Interacting✿
@Leonardo Chiadovini

It was the day after break, and Willow was already on a mission armed with tea and cookies. It had become a signature for her for whenever she visited professors, as a "Sorry I'm taking up valuable time have this." Some seemed to love it, some seemed to just be neutral at best about it. Mostly neutral so far. Actually... all neutral. But it didn't stop her. There was a question itching at her Second Year brain, one that had not been answered because she had failed to ask. Was this not a place to learn? Professor Kibitzer had told her a little bit about the Ministry of Magic, not really what was in it at all, any departments, really she was still clueless about the whole Ministry.

There was one specific department that she was sure just had to exist, and if it did she had a lot more follow-up questions. If it didn't, there were still many follow-up questions. She just had a lot of questions. There was a concern though with this new professor. Professor Karr seemed approachable but this one... was less so. He was actually kind of scary. It made Willow pay extra attention, and made her sit up just a bit straighter in class.

Nevertheless, she found herself in front of the Astronomy door, not too early before his class but not too late where they wouldn't have time to talk. With a deep breath, she gently rapped her knuckles on the door. For a moment, she didn't think anything would happen. Maybe he wasn't in, but she heard it unlock. After another moment, waiting for him to open it, she wondered if that was his way of telling her to come in. Slowly she pushed open the door and peeked into the room. "Professor Chiadovini?" It only took a couple of sweeping glances for her eyes to catch on him. He definitely looked like he didn't want visitors. She almost tucked tail and ran, but no. She would stand her ground.

"Is it ok if I ask you a couple questions about the Ministry of Magic? Astronomy related, of course." She stood only a couple feet in front of the door and lightly lifted the package in her hands that was wrapped up in a celestial cloth. "I brought you Earl Gray Moonlight, and some of my grandma's famous cookies as a thank you." A small polite smile stayed uncomfortably on her face waiting for the ok to approach him more.

Tea Reference

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