Post by Alexander Verto on Jun 13, 2007 17:36:31 GMT -5
The harsh storm had been rustling the trees; the moon nestled softly in the mountains, the full moon providing the adequate shades of blue to lighten the forest just a bit. His raspy phlegm filled cough hinted to sickness he had been suffering from, with a simple flick of his wand two more candles appeared out of thin air to help relieve the darkness. The light reviled the sign of a tired man, a man who had dark circles upon circles under his eyes; a man that time has clearly had the better of.
The housing was a simple, luxury was unimportant and yet it seemed the man was missing something, in his soul, it seemed empty. The man began to dig through his pockets pulling out a set of ink bottles and a roll of parchment. He dipped the tip of his Quill in one of the ink bottles, and held the parchment open.
The sanctions set upon Hogwarts are in well mind undiplomatic to the brink of being incautious. The grim reminders of the dark times that have been upon us turning all of our fears into reality, it would only be fitting for my reinstatement once again as Headmaster of Hogwarts. The path of sickness brings me to the difficult decision to reject a return; it would be ludicrous to muse myself into returning at this point.
My reflexes have been ill-fated since I’ve left; the sickness that runs deep with my very veins has left me an old man, Lena. Happiness has been nothing more then short lived memory of yesteryear, my dear Lena, stay strong.
I am yours most sincerely
, Alexander Verto
Time was a cruel injustice for a man so already worn down by tragedy and misfortune, sickness gave breath to a tired old man no longer feeble as a youngling. The owl showed her age as well, gray covering the majority of her face but something majestic could be found in her beauty. The owl perched on the nearby stand flew gracefully over landing softly next to the man who had just finished sealing the envelope up with wax.
“Take care of this, girl.” He gave her a sliver of ham and petted her on the head before handing the envelope to her to take to one, Lena Lilac.
The housing was a simple, luxury was unimportant and yet it seemed the man was missing something, in his soul, it seemed empty. The man began to dig through his pockets pulling out a set of ink bottles and a roll of parchment. He dipped the tip of his Quill in one of the ink bottles, and held the parchment open.
The sanctions set upon Hogwarts are in well mind undiplomatic to the brink of being incautious. The grim reminders of the dark times that have been upon us turning all of our fears into reality, it would only be fitting for my reinstatement once again as Headmaster of Hogwarts. The path of sickness brings me to the difficult decision to reject a return; it would be ludicrous to muse myself into returning at this point.
My reflexes have been ill-fated since I’ve left; the sickness that runs deep with my very veins has left me an old man, Lena. Happiness has been nothing more then short lived memory of yesteryear, my dear Lena, stay strong.
I am yours most sincerely
, Alexander Verto
Time was a cruel injustice for a man so already worn down by tragedy and misfortune, sickness gave breath to a tired old man no longer feeble as a youngling. The owl showed her age as well, gray covering the majority of her face but something majestic could be found in her beauty. The owl perched on the nearby stand flew gracefully over landing softly next to the man who had just finished sealing the envelope up with wax.
“Take care of this, girl.” He gave her a sliver of ham and petted her on the head before handing the envelope to her to take to one, Lena Lilac.