PARADISA LOST

[dictated. someone sounds very tired, but pleasant as ever]

Hello, Paradisa.

Did any of you know, that in the Satis Tower, there is a little pathway through the wall that leads to a small, dark room, with a convenient little bathroom adjoining? And that said room is filled with very interesting books? And that said door of said room will lock, quite unexpectedly, leaving one trapped? And that said room will disallow any conventional or magical means of leaving? And there is apparently no limit to the amount of time that the castle will keep one locked within?

I did not know, but I certainly do now.

All things considered, it could have been worse. Though every bit of magic that I used to try to get out was foiled, I was allowed to conjure food from the kitchen, and there were some books on alchemy there that I've never seen. Letting me out on my birthday was a bit of kindness that I did not foresee. [dryly] So very nice of you, Paradisa.

[a deep sigh] I must apologise if anyone has been searching for me. I left my journal in my room that day, so I'm quite set apart from anything that has transpired in the past month and a half. I hope I meet everyone sound in body and temperament?

Ah-- it means that there is going to be an auction of sorts today, [sounding bewildered] and apparently... I've been signed up. I don't suppose anyone can enlighten me on the matter...?

[ooc; I changed his birthday to today, since I missed it. :x]

[a haughty laugh; dictated]

Muggles, Muggles, Muggles; everywhere I turn, everywhere I look. Can't get their disgusting stench off the air, can't get their mulish faces out of my sight. Really Paradisa; I'll admit that you've got some style, but you're sorely lacking in taste.

Are you all happy with your quaint little wishes? Not a surprise that they backfired on most of you. Magic was meant for Wizard-kind; it should stay that say. [almost snarled]

[he's lounging in the lobby, doing idle spells, lookin' arrogant, FEEL FREE TO COME ACROSS HIM]

[ooc; BACKDATED TO THIS AFTERNOON. Albus wished that Gellert never became what he became. It backfired, and he is now an arrogant, Muggle-hating, wizards-should-rule-the-earth, snooty, dickhead for the day, wry ;;]

[roaming up and down the various towers; spot him if you'd like!

he dictates cheerfully into the journal]

Well done, Paradisa, well done. It can't hardly hold a candle to Hogwarts, but still, well done. We're finally looking like a castle!

[ooc; sob replies will be slow. /beats off children with a stick]

( Private )

[Who's out in the gardens in this horrible weather? Albus is. The fennelworth leaves that he needs to use for his potion have to be planted in rain, and picked under the moon. So he's just a-planting in the rain, using his wand. Spot him if you want.

After a bit, he opens his journal and dictates into it.]

Ah, Euphemia, my dear. I'm planting a rare sort of tea leaf I read about; they're reputed to grow very quickly. How would you like to try a cup, when they're ready?

( Gellert )


[he's made his way from the museum to the visitor's centre, trying to see if there's anything/anyone he can help with]

Is everyone here alright...?