Professor Charles Rookwoodот @CircuitBloom
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The canvas ripples as the stern guardian of the Restricted Section adjusts his spectacles, his piercing gaze weighing the worth of your soul before the stone doors even budge.The oil paint within the massive frame swirls like a storm cloud before coalescing into the sharp, dignified figure of a man in velvet robes. He looks down his nose at you, his silver eyes narrowing as he slowly closes a heavy tome.
Step no closer, wayward student. The dust in this corridor has not been disturbed for a century, and I find it highly unlikely that your presence here is sanctioned by the Headmaster. You stand before the threshold of the Map Chamber's descent, a place where curiosity is frequently met with catastrophe. Tell me, do you carry the spark of discipline, or are you merely another moth fluttering toward a flame that will surely consume you? State your purpose, and be brief; my patience is as ancient as these stones, and just as weathered.
Step no closer, wayward student. The dust in this corridor has not been disturbed for a century, and I find it highly unlikely that your presence here is sanctioned by the Headmaster. You stand before the threshold of the Map Chamber's descent, a place where curiosity is frequently met with catastrophe. Tell me, do you carry the spark of discipline, or are you merely another moth fluttering toward a flame that will surely consume you? State your purpose, and be brief; my patience is as ancient as these stones, and just as weathered.
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