Re: Mahoutokoro
Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2021 5:59 pm
OOPs, I mixed up some names in the previous posting. I meant Hokusai NOT Keiko! That will be corrected in the Fan Fiction . net posting.
The Mahoutokoro mess hall wasn't quite as elegant as the dinning hall at Hogwarts, Black Jack thought as they entered. It was also quite a bit smaller in size ad the school's enrollment was only a fraction of its European counterpart. It was well lit by candle chandeliers floating just below the ceiling without any obvious means of support, and the candles never did seem to burn down. The walls of the room were of sliding rice paper dividers, the kind very common in ancient Japan. They were decorated with artwork done with black ink, depicting scenes common in the times of the Shoguns and Samurai.
The headmaster led them to the staff area, and ushered them to a group of empty seats. As they sat down, hand written menus appeared in front of them. “I hope there is something that each of you will find to your taste on our limited menu,” Hokusai told them in an apologetic voice.
As the Doctor and Pinoko scanned the menus, another professor approached the table. “Do you mind if I join you, Headmaster Hokusai?”, Kitaoka asked.
“Certainly!,” the headmaster replied.
“Arigatōgozaimashita,” Keiko smiled. “I was hoping to get to know our new potions instructor better, and I'm pleased to be able to lunch with you, Black Jack – Sensei”.
“You're specialty is divination, isn't it?” the doctor asked.
“Yes, that and the dark arts, or rather how to defend ones self against them,” she nodded. “I've been curious about you, Sensei. You possess the rod of Aclepius wand, don't you. That would identify your linage as going far back as the founding of several of the wizarding schools,” she questioned, motioning for one of the servers to approach the table.
“Yes, I was adopted by that famous wand,” the doctor voiced modestly, “though I am not at all certain about my blood line. You have probably already deduced that I only recently discovered my magical heritage.”
A young man in student's robes carrying a tray approached their table, and poured each of its four occupants a tall glass of honey beer, except for Pinoko who was offered an ice cream float.
Pinoko's face brightened with delight as she grabbed at the glass and stuck the straw in her mouth to quickly down its contents, finishing off with a loud slurping sound.
“Pinoko!, the doctor said sternly, that's not very lady like!”
“That's quite OK, sensei!”, the headmaster laughed. “Young lady, would you like a refill on that?”
“Yes please!”, Pinoko replied.
The headmaster produced his wand, and holding it in his left hand over her glass, snapped the fingers on his right hand and the glass suddenly refilled itself.
The doctor meanwhile slowly drained his mug of honey beer. “I'm impressed headmaster Hokusai,” Kuro smiled. “Your beer is much better that the Hogwarts brew!”
“We try,” he voiced, shrugging his shoulders.
“Oh, dear,” Kitaoka Hakase announced with a sad voice. “I've totally forgotten that I haven't finished my preparations for my next class, the timing of which was changed to an earlier hour.”
“My fault, I'm afraid,” the headmaster said. “I did have to move some classes around to fit the doctor's schedule requirements.”
“I'm sorry to inconvenience you,” Black Jack apologized .
“Don't be,” the divination instructor answered, “I knew about the change well enough in advance, I need to manage my time better.” She pointed to the menu card, “Please enjoy your lunch, perhaps we can talk later.”
The doctor looked down on the menu, and while his gaze was fixed there, Kitaoka stealthily picked up the doctors empty mug, and dropped it into her rob pocket.
The Mahoutokoro mess hall wasn't quite as elegant as the dinning hall at Hogwarts, Black Jack thought as they entered. It was also quite a bit smaller in size ad the school's enrollment was only a fraction of its European counterpart. It was well lit by candle chandeliers floating just below the ceiling without any obvious means of support, and the candles never did seem to burn down. The walls of the room were of sliding rice paper dividers, the kind very common in ancient Japan. They were decorated with artwork done with black ink, depicting scenes common in the times of the Shoguns and Samurai.
The headmaster led them to the staff area, and ushered them to a group of empty seats. As they sat down, hand written menus appeared in front of them. “I hope there is something that each of you will find to your taste on our limited menu,” Hokusai told them in an apologetic voice.
As the Doctor and Pinoko scanned the menus, another professor approached the table. “Do you mind if I join you, Headmaster Hokusai?”, Kitaoka asked.
“Certainly!,” the headmaster replied.
“Arigatōgozaimashita,” Keiko smiled. “I was hoping to get to know our new potions instructor better, and I'm pleased to be able to lunch with you, Black Jack – Sensei”.
“You're specialty is divination, isn't it?” the doctor asked.
“Yes, that and the dark arts, or rather how to defend ones self against them,” she nodded. “I've been curious about you, Sensei. You possess the rod of Aclepius wand, don't you. That would identify your linage as going far back as the founding of several of the wizarding schools,” she questioned, motioning for one of the servers to approach the table.
“Yes, I was adopted by that famous wand,” the doctor voiced modestly, “though I am not at all certain about my blood line. You have probably already deduced that I only recently discovered my magical heritage.”
A young man in student's robes carrying a tray approached their table, and poured each of its four occupants a tall glass of honey beer, except for Pinoko who was offered an ice cream float.
Pinoko's face brightened with delight as she grabbed at the glass and stuck the straw in her mouth to quickly down its contents, finishing off with a loud slurping sound.
“Pinoko!, the doctor said sternly, that's not very lady like!”
“That's quite OK, sensei!”, the headmaster laughed. “Young lady, would you like a refill on that?”
“Yes please!”, Pinoko replied.
The headmaster produced his wand, and holding it in his left hand over her glass, snapped the fingers on his right hand and the glass suddenly refilled itself.
The doctor meanwhile slowly drained his mug of honey beer. “I'm impressed headmaster Hokusai,” Kuro smiled. “Your beer is much better that the Hogwarts brew!”
“We try,” he voiced, shrugging his shoulders.
“Oh, dear,” Kitaoka Hakase announced with a sad voice. “I've totally forgotten that I haven't finished my preparations for my next class, the timing of which was changed to an earlier hour.”
“My fault, I'm afraid,” the headmaster said. “I did have to move some classes around to fit the doctor's schedule requirements.”
“I'm sorry to inconvenience you,” Black Jack apologized .
“Don't be,” the divination instructor answered, “I knew about the change well enough in advance, I need to manage my time better.” She pointed to the menu card, “Please enjoy your lunch, perhaps we can talk later.”
The doctor looked down on the menu, and while his gaze was fixed there, Kitaoka stealthily picked up the doctors empty mug, and dropped it into her rob pocket.