Proffesor Cartwright||Headmistress||Female||Tags: Anemette
I scribble down several notes as Anemette bombards me with infomation, instructions and ingredients, my hand moving fast, her tongue faster than my pen. But I dare not ask her to slow down unless I would like to be placed under the crucios curse as I have twice before. It's too terrible for words, so I'll just have to write faster.
As I finish writing what little I was able to process through my brain, I close my notebook and put it in a secret compartment in my desk, underneath a skull with a few quills stuck into its eyes.
"Got all that Cartwright?" She snaps, glaring at me with her colourless eyes.
"I do my lord," i say, remaining calm and straight foward. "But you must remember, inventing new spells, curses, hexes and potions will take time-"
"I understand, thank you." She says, cutting me off quickly. She pulls her white cape around her and smiles, "let no one know I was here, and I expect you to have tested that new imperious curse, I want to see how long it lasts, and I MUST know if it works on ghosts, they can be more helpful than they seem."
"But my lord, it's near impossible to create a spell that can make contact with a ghosts the spell has to-"
"If that pathetic Charlie kid you talk about can do it, so can you!"
"Yes my lord-"
"And remember our side project-"
"But isnt it pointless-"
"No! I told you! There is something different about this... 'Shawn'. He is not ordinary, something happened that has effected the way his spirit returned, he will grow dangerous,"
"In what way?-"
"you'll see-"
I watch Anemette disapperate
I scribble down several notes as Anemette bombards me with infomation, instructions and ingredients, my hand moving fast, her tongue faster than my pen. But I dare not ask her to slow down unless I would like to be placed under the crucios curse as I have twice before. It's too terrible for words, so I'll just have to write faster.
As I finish writing what little I was able to process through my brain, I close my notebook and put it in a secret compartment in my desk, underneath a skull with a few quills stuck into its eyes.
"Got all that Cartwright?" She snaps, glaring at me with her colourless eyes.
"I do my lord," i say, remaining calm and straight foward. "But you must remember, inventing new spells, curses, hexes and potions will take time-"
"I understand, thank you." She says, cutting me off quickly. She pulls her white cape around her and smiles, "let no one know I was here, and I expect you to have tested that new imperious curse, I want to see how long it lasts, and I MUST know if it works on ghosts, they can be more helpful than they seem."
"But my lord, it's near impossible to create a spell that can make contact with a ghosts the spell has to-"
"If that pathetic Charlie kid you talk about can do it, so can you!"
"Yes my lord-"
"And remember our side project-"
"But isnt it pointless-"
"No! I told you! There is something different about this... 'Shawn'. He is not ordinary, something happened that has effected the way his spirit returned, he will grow dangerous,"
"In what way?-"
"you'll see-"
I watch Anemette disapperate
