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Rune 02: Uruz

While I understand that as students you are on holiday for Easter, I would like to take this opportunity to express that you do have a small assignment due the week after we return from break.

This does not mean you can hold off on the assignment until the night you return.

For all students of my classes, prepare for me an analysis, no less than ten inches of parchment, of how you might find and use runes in Easter ceremonies. Where can you see them playing a role, and where do you think their magic might be useful in the ceremony. A piece of advice, look into the pagan celebration of Oustre if you're feeling stuck.

That is your first part of the assignment, due the first day of class after break.

The second part will involve choosing one of those elements of runic magic that you felt would be helpful during Easter, and composing research.

Not an incredibly difficult assignment for my students who have been paying attention.

Enjoy your holiday.

[Filtered to Rhys]

Are you behaving?

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Why am I contradictory?

HOW SHOULD I KNOW?
maybe you were born that way. It does seem to be a
VERY HUMAN TRAIT.

Then why do you say it as if it's a bad thing then?

no, just very
YOUNG.

Your age is showing.

YES.
i suppose it is.
YOU NEVER SEEMED TO MIND.

[Rhys snorted to himself, then shook his head, closing his journal and putting it aside. Maybe he was showing his age - all the professors around here were so young, except for Iroh. He had no contemporaries, no real peers that he spoke to, and while he'd always been a loner, he missed that sometimes. Polyamorous relationships. Ridiculous. He'd never understood how those couple possibly work, if it wasn't just about sex.

He'd spent too long sitting in here just writing, though - he needed to get out and do something. The library might have something of interest ... he pulled on his black and purple robes and started out for that part of the castle. It should be quiet, now, with all the children leaving ... ]

Why would I mind?

[Cyrus sighed softly, the message was short but sweet. Rhys had become a sort of friend since the both of them hooked up several weeks earlier, but that seemed to be enough to make Cyrus feel awkward now and then when they spoke. Rhys seemed to still have a fair amount of interest in the man, and he...well...He was a little uncomfortable. But not in a bad way.]

[He closed the journal and tucked it into the small side bag that he carried, standing up with the intention to head to the restricted section to pick up some of the books he needed to skim for over the holiday.]

[Of course, it was where Rhys went, as well. He might as well take advantage of the extensive collection of books on Dark magic the Hogwarts library house, after all, and there had been something on forbidden mental magics of the 13th century that he'd been meaning to-

Ah.]

Cyrus.

[He had to look around for a moment, before...Oh.]

[A little awkward. He wasn't expecting to have to run into Rhys until after the break. He shuffled a bit, trying to make himself look somewhat presentable, and smiled.]

Fancy running into you here.

Mm, how completely bizarre, two professors who teach at the same school actually both in the library at the same time. [Rhys smirked, cocking his head to one side.] And what are you doing in the Restricted Section? Up to something dangerous?

[He actually manages to laugh a little bit at that.]

One of my mentors books is kept in the restricted section, I need to review some of her studies.

Very dangerous, then. It almost sounds like actual research, possibly even for a homework assignment? By Myrddin's beard, you're only hours from your hols, what are you doing? [Rhys's eyebrows raised in mock alarm, one long fingered hand held to his chest.]

I just have something I need to touch up on, see if my hunch about something is correct. Nothing serious.

[He smiles, rather confidently.]

Besides, some of my research is in there and I'd like to see where I need to update it.

You start out mysterious, then move on to boring. Pity. [The older man smirks again, but there's something odd about the expression.]

I'll leave you to it, then, shall I?

No, no, it's quite alright. I can always attend to this after the break. Or come back later this evening for the book. I'm a professor. No one can stop me.

[And now he's a little wary of the smirk...]

I imagine it wouldn't be too difficult. [The expression isn't dangerous so much as ... slightly tighter than usual, somehow. And then it's gone again replaced by careless neutrality.] You're not leaving today?

[He gives a small shake of the head, a bit...confused over the neutrality.]

Ah, actually leaving late tonight. Some slight complications arose in regards to me actually picking up my car at the station in London, so I need to be able to return more discretely than the original mode of transportation.

[A pause.]

Why are you headed back here, Rhys?

I told you, I celebrate in the old ways. [He grinned, and this time it was both more genuine and more sinister.] Blood and sacrifice. It always began with blood and sacrifice. And sex, of course.

So obviously I need a tome on ancient Dark magic, my lad. Care to help me find it?

[Oh.]

...You aren't going to kill anyone, are you?

I'd hardly tell you if I was going to, would I? [Rhys asked merrily, some of his good humor, that had melted away after the strangely melancholy conversation with Cy over the journals, returning in force.] Let's just say it'll be a goat, and call it good. Though it's hardly fair to the poor goat - they're quite intelligent, did you know?

Are you eating the blasted thing too?

[He's making a joke, he has goat or lamb for Easter with his mother usually, so he's poking fun at his own expense.]

But is that all you do for the holiday? Don't you spend time with your family?

Raw. [amusedly, then his eyes narrow slightly, before he laughs, rather dryly] I have no wish to see my parents, and my sister's out of the country. She's often out of the country - bit of a free spirit, our Rhian.

I'm sorry to hear that. Had I been holding dinner at my house this year I'd invite you to join us, but I'm not sure if Sal would be able to house another guest.

I'll be busy, as I've said. [The older man reaches out, suddenly, taking Cy's hand and using it to start drawing him further back into the shelves and stacks, where it's not so well lit.]

Besides, I don't think Vantas would be too pleased to have me in his home, nor his lovely wife. [There was laughter in his voice as he said it - he found the couple quite amusing in their stodgy view of the world, sometimes.]

[Cyrus's breath catches in his throat as Rhys started to pull him over to the darker area. He stumbles momentarily over his own feet.]

I hear they're also having a number of students to visit as well, so I would imagine not.

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