As you walk down the hallway to find Professor/Student Donzal's office, you stare at the multiple name plaques.
"Megan Donzal"
"Professor/Student"
"Flying Professor"
"Head Nurse"
"Head of the Daily Prophet".
You assume that Professor Donzal was rather an important professor at Hogwarts. Even if she was a 7th year student.
"Opeeeennn thhheeee dooooorrr" you hear an eerie voice say, and ironically, you listen to that voice.
The room was fairly dim, but quite frankly, it was lit with various candles around the room. It looked quite depressing, judging from the setting, and how it was like a Gothic medieval room.
There were various mahogany bookshelves aligned against the walls, filled with books of ancient magic and all sorts, but they were protected by a very ancient spell that only the caster could break/go through.
In the middle of the room, hung a crystal candle lit chandelier, and judging by the metals that held the crystals, it was probably gold and sterling silver.
The floor, which was hard, was covered in a soft black velvet, it seemed like it was enchanted.
There were a few leather chairs, sitting in front of a oak desk, that was situated at the back of the room, but centered from the door. There was also a leather arm chair behind the desk, but it was vacant. Along with that, there was a large mirror behind the chair, it gleamed with clarity and beauty. Something about it was mysterious.
The desk was neat, with stacks of parchment paper, quills, and inks all organized and placed in the corresponding areas. Just like the stuff you'd see in the Ministry of Magic.
A parchment magically appears in front of you and begins writing on itself.
"Good day,
I am Megan Donzal, Head of the Daily prophet, Flying professor, Quidditch coach, and Head nurse. Okay, clearly a piece of parchment is not I, but you get the point that I am not in the office, and this is an auto message, yes?
If for some reason you are looking for me, but I am not here,
Please feel free and leave a message. I will get back to you as soon as possible.
Keep in mind that I am a student and a temporary professor, not a full time staff professor. So there are things that I cannot answer. But please, call me professor Donzal if you see me teaching in class -- yet I will let people call me by my first name if they cannot remember my last.
Yours truly,
Megan Donzal,
7th year Slytherin
Head of the Daily Prophet
Temporary Professor"
The parchment itself rolls up, and lets you pass to leave a message for Megan. But she herself might be hiding somewhere in the room.
"Megan Donzal"
"Professor/Student"
"Flying Professor"
"Head Nurse"
"Head of the Daily Prophet".
You assume that Professor Donzal was rather an important professor at Hogwarts. Even if she was a 7th year student.
"Opeeeennn thhheeee dooooorrr" you hear an eerie voice say, and ironically, you listen to that voice.
The room was fairly dim, but quite frankly, it was lit with various candles around the room. It looked quite depressing, judging from the setting, and how it was like a Gothic medieval room.
There were various mahogany bookshelves aligned against the walls, filled with books of ancient magic and all sorts, but they were protected by a very ancient spell that only the caster could break/go through.
In the middle of the room, hung a crystal candle lit chandelier, and judging by the metals that held the crystals, it was probably gold and sterling silver.
The floor, which was hard, was covered in a soft black velvet, it seemed like it was enchanted.
There were a few leather chairs, sitting in front of a oak desk, that was situated at the back of the room, but centered from the door. There was also a leather arm chair behind the desk, but it was vacant. Along with that, there was a large mirror behind the chair, it gleamed with clarity and beauty. Something about it was mysterious.
The desk was neat, with stacks of parchment paper, quills, and inks all organized and placed in the corresponding areas. Just like the stuff you'd see in the Ministry of Magic.
A parchment magically appears in front of you and begins writing on itself.
"Good day,
I am Megan Donzal, Head of the Daily prophet, Flying professor, Quidditch coach, and Head nurse. Okay, clearly a piece of parchment is not I, but you get the point that I am not in the office, and this is an auto message, yes?
If for some reason you are looking for me, but I am not here,
Please feel free and leave a message. I will get back to you as soon as possible.
Keep in mind that I am a student and a temporary professor, not a full time staff professor. So there are things that I cannot answer. But please, call me professor Donzal if you see me teaching in class -- yet I will let people call me by my first name if they cannot remember my last.
Yours truly,
Megan Donzal,
7th year Slytherin
Head of the Daily Prophet
Temporary Professor"
The parchment itself rolls up, and lets you pass to leave a message for Megan. But she herself might be hiding somewhere in the room.
