The sun was not too high in the sky, as it sometimes was, and a light, fluffy layer of clouds partially obscured the blue in the sky, turning it a sort of silver-azure - perfectly the temperature of Cy’s preference, not too cold and not too hot. The stack of homework at her desk was graded, nobody had wanted to enter her classroom… in short, she had no excuse to stay- inside and avoid the advice that Aoi had been giving her for the past… decade or so.
And so she had ventured out of the castle, cane sweeping out in front of her in careful semicircles, nearly walking straight into a tree but thankfully being saved by a student. The sun was warm on her pale skin, and as she walked the Grounds, she imagined what might be in front of her - the Great Lake, like a rippling mirror, disturbed by shadows of the Giant Squid. Students lounging on the grass… the grass beneath her feet, familiar and welcoming.
After wandering past the seven greenhouses, Cy found herself near the Stables, as directed by a nice Fourth Year. She hadn’t quite forgotten about the slight toward her sister that the Care of Magical Creatures professor had expressed and that she’d responded to, but Cypresse was not someone who held grudges. He seemed an interesting man, to say the least, and not many people appeared interesting to her - few of the other professors had caught her eye. Her visit would have no purpose other than to scout out an apparent colleague.
That Fourth Year had took one look - or so she assumed - at the dark mauve scarf, patterned with tiny white flowers, that she wore, and recognized her confusion, offering to help. They needed more people like this in the world, that could help alleviate her cynicism for a few seconds. Besides, she would probably have ended up completely muddled by now without students’ help, not just this one young Fourth Year whose name she had failed to procure. She probably taught him in some class. She also didn’t care all that much.
The young woman hadn’t met with many of the other staff for much time, save for Aoi, other than brief exchanges in passing, especially teachers of electives, although she knew the basics from the meeting in the Kitchens. No, many of her days had been spent in the peace of her office, unlit, grading homework or otherwise passing time, either by playing her guzheng, or if her sister was free, chatting with Aoi. Come to think of it, she’d stayed inside the castle for over a week now. Perhaps Kimi was right to be concerned… or maybe not.
As per the Fourth Year’s instruction, when Cypresse reached out, she found fiber brushing her hand - the rope, as he’d described it, a black one. Out of simple curiosity, she tipped the wand from her sleeve, grass rustling beneath her feet as she took a step backwards, then traced her wand across the air gracefully. “Legere,” she murmured, and the voice of Morgan Freeman began to speak, too quietly for anyone standing further from the text than Cy to decipher.
“Pull cord for professor Griffith. If no one answers, I either am currently occupied with something, am not here or don't want to talk to you. In any of these cases remember. You don't have to go home, but I don't want you here.“
“How friendly,” she remarked, her voice laced with sarcasm, to no one at all as the Muggle narrator’s voice faded into silence. The young professor could understand his alleged animosity, but she hadn’t seen much else of him, either around the school or in the Kitchens. Instead of stopping in the familiar grass to ponder the matter, though, Cy grasped at the air before her until the back of her hand came into contact with the slip of black ribbon glued to the entrance - yes, she was thankful for that Fourth Year; otherwise, she didn’t know what she would have done in confusion.
With little - nothing - else to do, Cy closed her fist around the putative cord and pulled firmly. Then she released it, stepped back, rested her weight on her heels, and crossed her arms loosely, waiting.
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