<strong>Gustav Raubriter</strong><br/><strong> Hallways, moving towards Astronomy tower stairs</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Charlize<br/><br/>After the debacle in class, Gustav took the time to wander the halls; though if asked, he would say he was patrolling. In fact, he was kind of doing both, since if he saw any nonsense, he'd step in and do his duties. He was mostly thinking, though, about two things.<br/><br/>First of all, he was getting re-attuned to the 'lay of the land'; he was dead certain that the schools layout had changed ever-so-subtly since his brief visit during the summer break. That had also not been nearly enough time for him to get truly comfortable with the layout. Now, he had some free time, so he sought to rectify this minor problem.<br/><br/>Secondly, he worried about whether the other teachers and classes would be so... lawless. Undisciplined. The very first class he attended left a foul taste in his mouth, as the saying goes.  That outburst from one student would have resulted in him getting stuffed in the stockings, with a sign of shame affixed around his neck, had this happened in his beloved Durmstrang.  The penalty would have had to be that harsh, and would have undoubtedly resulted in  a loss of privileges and station; but here, at Hogwarts, it seemed like it would just be tolerated.<br/><br/>Hopefully, in the next few days, something would be done about that.   As far as the German was concerned, it set a very poor example for all the students. It encouraged a sort of reckless lawlessness, which he despised, and... wait, why does he hear the sound of rushing water?<br/><br/>water comes pouring down along the stairs, though he is far enough away from the origin that he is only at risk for getting his boots wet; a trifling thing.  Yet, it begged investigating.  With a flick of his wrist, he activated the spring-loaded wrist-mounted wand-holder, and Umbra slid outward from its leathery container, and right into his hand.  He could practically feel the power pulsing from it; it was soothing, in its own way, though their were many who might be unmanned by it.<br/><br/>He could feel it thrumming with contentment at being used; though certainly not for what it<em>loved</em>. "<strong>Evanesco.</strong>" He would speak; he was not shouting, rather, he had a strong emphasis and harsh power to his voice.<br/><br/>As he advanced up the stairs, he used the spell to magic away the water. Step by step, he advanced at a pace that was somewhere between brisk and leisurely. As he advances steadily onward, the water before him disappears, square inch by square inch. It wouldn't be too long until he was drawing near to Charlize...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2013-07-13 11:22:39, TheHangedMan (uid: 12227) rolls: 4d6 Result: 17 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=48276)<br/>4, 6, 2, 5. -1 due to Umbra hating Transfiguration magic. </div></div>