Red Pill

[innocent_insanity]

Who: Kurloz and Rhys
Tone: Edgy, just a tad creepy knowing these two
Rating: PG-15+ most likely due to subject matter
When: After the Shadow event 
Where: Dungeons 
What: Rhys made Kurloz an offer. Kurloz took some time to make a choice.

Kurloz wasn't too sure it was such a good idea for him to go through with this, but there he stood outside one Professor Rhys Rhydderch's office, staring at the door before lifting a hand to knock slowly. He desperately wished he'd worn his full-makeup today - if only for it to serve as something to hide his nerves behind. As it was, he stood there in his uniform that he was beginning to notice was getting a bit small (he made a mental note to Owl his mum about it later), satchel slung over a shoulder, his trusted quill and notebook ready for communication.

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[grandhighwizard]

The door swung open on its own. Of course, in a magical school, that was hardly a sinister thing, as all it required was the simple wave of a wand. Still, there was something deliberate, almost ominous about the pace. Revealed inside was a not-terribly-unusual professor's office, with the expected potions acoutrements around - spare vials and glasswork that Rhys was storing in here, a cupboard with ingredients and reagents inside, neatly labelled, papers in the act of being marked on the desk at the back wall.

However, two unusual pieces of art hung on the walls, one to the left, and one to the right. They were the professor's own work, not that any student had ever asked. On the left, a painting of a stone building atop a hill. To the right, a man who appeared to be praying.

The professor himself sat at the desk, his black robes open to reveal the deep purple tunic he wore underneath. Quill in hand, he wrote something in the margins of the paper he was examining, then looked up, smiling slowly. He had wondered if Kurloz would show up, and it pleased him that the boy had done it. He'd seen promise in this one at first, even more now that he'd done his own examination into the boy's recent past.

"Mr. Makara. Come in, m'bach. Have a seat." He gestured with his wand at a chair put up in one corner, and it spun across the floor to settle in front of his desk.