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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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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.

Oh, as a professor I'm not trusted around students, now, is it? [Rhys did laugh for real this time, leading Cy around a corner, and then another, back towards one of the small nooks that were dotted here and there throughout the Restricted Section.]

[He moved along with the older man, as if quite literally being guided around by him. He stops suddenly, holding a hand up passively.]

It's Sal's family, for the most part. I'm not sure how he would feel.

He doesn't like me. I'm sure he would feel ... that he doesn't like me. [And without any preamble, he scoops Cy up from the ground, since he's stopped, and into his arms, to carry him back to to some dingy corner and set him down on the small desk here, pushing up close.]

What would you do, if he told you he didn't want you seeing me? [curiously - he doesn't even know if Sal knows what's going on between him and the younger man]

I can't imagine Sal genuinely not liking someone. [And with that, he starts to sputter, body lifted off the ground, arms giving a slight flail as the man starts to carry him off.]

I-I'm sorry? [His head inclines, somewhat surprised and curious to hear that.] Not to offend, but I...didn't realize I was actually seeing you. I thought it was more of a fling...

[Denial everywhere.]

Oh? So you'd rather not do it again? [Rhys asks, sliding his hands over Cy's hips, up his sides, leaning in.] We're done?

[His breath hitches, trying to inhale calmly and quietly, but he actually lets out the quietest of sighs in response to Rhys's wandering hand. Cy's eyes dart around furiously, trying to distract himself.]

I-I never said that.

Then answer my question. [One big hand plays over Cy's chest, the other kneading at his hip, as Rhys smiles slyly.] And look at me when we're speaking.

[He's actually not sure what the answer will be. Maybe the younger man will agree that he would never see the Potions professor again, if he was forbidden it by his friend/lover. And that would be ... annoying. But Rhys had never been a man who balked at risks, and so he puts the question out there, wanting to know.]

[He can't breathe again, and he doesn't know what to say. Honestly. Cyrus appeared bashful, almost humiliated that Rhys would say such a thing.]

What if I genuinely don't know of an answer to the question? I don't know if you and I could be considered an item. I still hardly know you.

[And there is the whole you getting Cyrus drunk and in bed with you ordeal too.]

[And that says something about Cyrus, something for Rhys to file away, that he wouldn't automatically balk at the idea of his friend forbidding him anything. Cy came to him, the second time, but that might not mean anything. Rhys himself still isn't sure what to make of this, but the thoughts are starting to stir in his head - should he put effort in? Or treat it like some easy fun? If Cy is too attached to Sal and Di, he can't risk getting too emotionally involved.]

Do you want to? You came to me, last time, but you hardly stopped by to chat.

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