Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2015 20:37:27 GMT -5
The castle was for the most part as silent as the grave, and of course there was reason to be - it was night time, students that lived within the walls were sleeping, as were most teachers. That said, Vivienne always had some thing she could do at night, stalking the halls like a dark shadow, watching out for things going amiss. And of course, being a vampire, she was usually on night watch duty. Well, not really - it wasn't like she had been forced to lurk about the castle, to protect things. The castle itself did a fine job of that on it's own, and then of course there was the fact that she knew she wasn't the only teacher up at this time. Of course, she was the only teacher up because she slept most days.
Viv was old enough that should she want, she could stay up during the day, teach even - so long as she didn't go outside she would be fine. The sun could not harm her so long as she was in the walls of the castle, so long as she kept to places that were usually darker or shy of a window or two. She also tend to shut the blinds of the class rooms she entered if for no other reason than to make sure that a stray ray of light didn't touch her alabaster skin and cause blisters to form. Tonight, she was resting, a book in her hand as she sat in the staff room. The book in her hand was actually one of those silly, trashy, romantic-history novels. She didn't so much read it for the romance - though being alone as long as she had, it was the only cheep thrill she could get - no, she read it because the history was usually so inaccurate that it was amusing to her. This one, this particular book, was filled with all kinds of mistakes. Some funny, others nearly causing her to do this 'facepalm' thing that she had heard students mentioning.
A radio play a gentle tune as she read, allowing her to hum along with it without being too distracted by words to keep her from reading the book. Every so often though, she would use a small flick of her wrist to lower the music and brush her hair away from her ears, listening for any sort of noise that might indecate some sort of mischief larking about the castle.
Viv was old enough that should she want, she could stay up during the day, teach even - so long as she didn't go outside she would be fine. The sun could not harm her so long as she was in the walls of the castle, so long as she kept to places that were usually darker or shy of a window or two. She also tend to shut the blinds of the class rooms she entered if for no other reason than to make sure that a stray ray of light didn't touch her alabaster skin and cause blisters to form. Tonight, she was resting, a book in her hand as she sat in the staff room. The book in her hand was actually one of those silly, trashy, romantic-history novels. She didn't so much read it for the romance - though being alone as long as she had, it was the only cheep thrill she could get - no, she read it because the history was usually so inaccurate that it was amusing to her. This one, this particular book, was filled with all kinds of mistakes. Some funny, others nearly causing her to do this 'facepalm' thing that she had heard students mentioning.
A radio play a gentle tune as she read, allowing her to hum along with it without being too distracted by words to keep her from reading the book. Every so often though, she would use a small flick of her wrist to lower the music and brush her hair away from her ears, listening for any sort of noise that might indecate some sort of mischief larking about the castle.