It was a rare instance that Rene had journeyed to his residence rather than take rest in his office. The house was to have been his marital home if things with Geralt had not gone awry and he and Ettie separated. It was a gloomy existence, returning to a dwelling that was supposed to be shared and bustling with newlywed life when it was only him and his long suffering housekeeper. Until he wed though, it remained as a Dumont residence, and used by other members when they decided to visit the city. Duty compelled him to keep some resemblance of life about the place, even if one wing remained untouched, its furniture covered in sheets in an effort to protect it from the overlying layer of dust. Rene would be the only one to walk their halls occasionally, sometimes sober, often not, bitterly remembering when his path along them were not so lonely.
His study was where he spent the majority of his time, both here at home and back on the campus grounds of the university. His satchel lay half open on his desk, sheets of scribbled mathematical formula peeking out the unlatched side while a stack of unmarked papers lay in a disorganised pile to one side. All that was nought compared to the empty violin box atop it all. Priorities of the man were clear.
A jacket lay over the back of a large arm chair, facing out the window overlooking the garden below. Occasionally in his walk about the room Rene would cross past, fingers deftly plucking and pressing at strings along the instrument. His mind busy with the week's events he sought to find order among the chaos. His next visit with Ettie loomed, but so did the introduction of his newest student, a Princess no less and daughter of a dearly lost friend. Such responsibilities sat heavy on his already guilt-ridden shoulders, their very lives could be at stake if he did not outwit Manchette.
Hearing the door open behind him however, pulled all thoughts of possible death and demise into an irritated grumble, believing it to just be his annoying nanny of a housekeeper, not to find her with more redeemable company. [color=#44b8ff]“I do not require te- Oh Ophelia! Why didn’t you say it was Fee, you cantankerous old bat, honestly. Take a seat please, my dear.” [/color]
His study was where he spent the majority of his time, both here at home and back on the campus grounds of the university. His satchel lay half open on his desk, sheets of scribbled mathematical formula peeking out the unlatched side while a stack of unmarked papers lay in a disorganised pile to one side. All that was nought compared to the empty violin box atop it all. Priorities of the man were clear.
A jacket lay over the back of a large arm chair, facing out the window overlooking the garden below. Occasionally in his walk about the room Rene would cross past, fingers deftly plucking and pressing at strings along the instrument. His mind busy with the week's events he sought to find order among the chaos. His next visit with Ettie loomed, but so did the introduction of his newest student, a Princess no less and daughter of a dearly lost friend. Such responsibilities sat heavy on his already guilt-ridden shoulders, their very lives could be at stake if he did not outwit Manchette.
Hearing the door open behind him however, pulled all thoughts of possible death and demise into an irritated grumble, believing it to just be his annoying nanny of a housekeeper, not to find her with more redeemable company. [color=#44b8ff]“I do not require te- Oh Ophelia! Why didn’t you say it was Fee, you cantankerous old bat, honestly. Take a seat please, my dear.” [/color]
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