Post by The Murphy on Feb 28, 2016 12:41:38 GMT -5
Murphy crossed his arms and stood erect, staring outside of the window of his office. He had been there all morning just like this as if he were in a trance. He just watched as the students walked down the lawns chatting or something, he wasn't sure from this distance. All he knew was that he was sick.
What was the reason they said again? The reason for not choosing him? He wondered to himself. That's right. Diversification. Openness. A truce for wizards and magical beings to live in harmony. That kind of PC crap that the public ate up as 'progress'.
"Savage!" he called, as if she were in the room or waiting at his foot. His deputy headmistress was not there in fact, but he had grown accustomed to her heeding his every beck and call. She had been with him for the last two years, and those years of service had convinced him that she was a loyal companion, one to be trusted even if she sometimes scared him he learned that she was actually incredibly terrifying, and didn't have any of the qualities expected of a deputy headmistress or even one to run a classroom. But she felt right. And it was with this rightness that he wanted her by his side now. When he was at the lowest point of his life.
When he, a mixed-being -- the hypocrisy of it all.. had been passed over because they didn't believe he was the 'right' image. All of those years of hiding his marked past, forging documents to pass as a half-blood... even producing false blood samples. All for it to not matter.
"ITS------" he shoved the papers off his desk "NOT--------" threw the tiny random instruments from his desk at the wall, paper weights, quills, pylons, one by one before finally grabbing his chair, hurling it over his shoulder and at the door "FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he roared loudly and viciously as the chair splintered against the door.
What was the reason they said again? The reason for not choosing him? He wondered to himself. That's right. Diversification. Openness. A truce for wizards and magical beings to live in harmony. That kind of PC crap that the public ate up as 'progress'.
"Savage!" he called, as if she were in the room or waiting at his foot. His deputy headmistress was not there in fact, but he had grown accustomed to her heeding his every beck and call. She had been with him for the last two years, and those years of service had convinced him that she was a loyal companion, one to be trusted even if she sometimes scared him he learned that she was actually incredibly terrifying, and didn't have any of the qualities expected of a deputy headmistress or even one to run a classroom. But she felt right. And it was with this rightness that he wanted her by his side now. When he was at the lowest point of his life.
When he, a mixed-being -- the hypocrisy of it all.. had been passed over because they didn't believe he was the 'right' image. All of those years of hiding his marked past, forging documents to pass as a half-blood... even producing false blood samples. All for it to not matter.
"ITS------" he shoved the papers off his desk "NOT--------" threw the tiny random instruments from his desk at the wall, paper weights, quills, pylons, one by one before finally grabbing his chair, hurling it over his shoulder and at the door "FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he roared loudly and viciously as the chair splintered against the door.