The Baron was also thinking that detention would prove to be more of an entertainment than anything else- actual 'detention' might have been work. On the occasions when he imposed a detention, he tended to utilize it as more of a summons than anything. There were some tolerable, if not-very-creative ideas on what detention was supposed to include in a few of the school rule books he'd actually perused. There were indications that these ideas were, unfortunately, outdated. That shackles had fallen out of use in the modern era was surely responsible in some part for the dismal state Hogwarts was in today. Not that he had complaints about this state. It was easy to take advantage of.
And, he'd done this to the fullest. Vladimir's office was only slightly less luxurious than his apartments. Furnishings were richly upholstered in red, and a thick black carpet covered the stones of the castle floor. The walls of the office- which seemed as if it must have been somewhat magically enlarged- were still the archaic stone present in much of the castle. Although most of the furniture present would not have looked entirely out of place in many modern, or even antique surroundings, the contrast of the castle walls served to bring out the futuristic qualities of the designs. The monolithic black desk which occupied a dim section of the softly-lit room was possessed of nothing but the stark, angular forms these features tended to take. This was located at some distance from the door, and not in line with it. When Mopsy opened the door, the first thing that Master would see would not be the Baron, but rather a large wizarding reproduction of John Martin's Pandemonium (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Pandemonium.jpg), in which the flames actually flickered, and shifting orange flashes and flickers moved through the roiling clouds.
The house-elf appeared unswayed by the malicious grin- her nervousness was so deeply ingrained that it had become some sort of constant. On finding herself basically ignored after announcing the Baron's 'detention' student, she continued to glance properly at the floor with a sense of distinct anxiety- possibly explained by a rumbling "Ahhh. . .not quite what I expected," from behind the dimly lit desk. When no particular scolding occurred, Mopsy quickly made herself 'scarce', scurrying discreetly to an unobtrusive part of the office.
"What was that she called you? I don't think that was a name," Vladimir continued. Although it was dimly lit where he sat, it was enough to see him by- his immense figure was draped in rich red robes, and one ring-laden hand was wrapped about a glass of dark wine. "A profession, possibly, or a term of respect, but not a name. Or perhaps a preferred sexual role?" The Baron examined the Master, wearing one his in incongruently cherubic smiles. "In any case, I see you chose to spare yourself the indignity of some of the house-elves more creative methods of fetching students to detention. Will you take wine, or some other refreshment?"
An offer of alcohol was hardly the only indication that this was hardly a by-the-book detention, or even a detention at all according to traditional standards. The silver tray sat by a bottle of wine, several neat lines arranged upon it's white-dusted surface, and assortment of little containers and paraphernalia now occupied the Baron's desk, while Goldfrapp (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Db59QnHJdc) was playing in the background.
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And, he'd done this to the fullest. Vladimir's office was only slightly less luxurious than his apartments. Furnishings were richly upholstered in red, and a thick black carpet covered the stones of the castle floor. The walls of the office- which seemed as if it must have been somewhat magically enlarged- were still the archaic stone present in much of the castle. Although most of the furniture present would not have looked entirely out of place in many modern, or even antique surroundings, the contrast of the castle walls served to bring out the futuristic qualities of the designs. The monolithic black desk which occupied a dim section of the softly-lit room was possessed of nothing but the stark, angular forms these features tended to take. This was located at some distance from the door, and not in line with it. When Mopsy opened the door, the first thing that Master would see would not be the Baron, but rather a large wizarding reproduction of John Martin's Pandemonium (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Pandemonium.jpg), in which the flames actually flickered, and shifting orange flashes and flickers moved through the roiling clouds.
The house-elf appeared unswayed by the malicious grin- her nervousness was so deeply ingrained that it had become some sort of constant. On finding herself basically ignored after announcing the Baron's 'detention' student, she continued to glance properly at the floor with a sense of distinct anxiety- possibly explained by a rumbling "Ahhh. . .not quite what I expected," from behind the dimly lit desk. When no particular scolding occurred, Mopsy quickly made herself 'scarce', scurrying discreetly to an unobtrusive part of the office.
"What was that she called you? I don't think that was a name," Vladimir continued. Although it was dimly lit where he sat, it was enough to see him by- his immense figure was draped in rich red robes, and one ring-laden hand was wrapped about a glass of dark wine. "A profession, possibly, or a term of respect, but not a name. Or perhaps a preferred sexual role?" The Baron examined the Master, wearing one his in incongruently cherubic smiles. "In any case, I see you chose to spare yourself the indignity of some of the house-elves more creative methods of fetching students to detention. Will you take wine, or some other refreshment?"
An offer of alcohol was hardly the only indication that this was hardly a by-the-book detention, or even a detention at all according to traditional standards. The silver tray sat by a bottle of wine, several neat lines arranged upon it's white-dusted surface, and assortment of little containers and paraphernalia now occupied the Baron's desk, while Goldfrapp (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Db59QnHJdc) was playing in the background.