Liliana's Office, Thursday

[deathsmajesty]

Even with only a fraction of the simulation she'd had planned, Liliana thought the class had gone well and was quite pleased with how everything had turned out. Perhaps she'd teach a class on the Ravnican Guilds and use that simulation again some day.

She'd brought the elven lyre to the school, figuring she could stop by the shop after classes to place it back in the window. Even though it wasn't a harp proper, it felt more like the ones she'd grown up with than the large standing harp she'd used in class yesterday. Perhaps the aesthetic, perhaps something as simple as the size. Her mother had used a standing harp when she played, but Liliana and Allegra had been taught on lap harps growing up.

Idly she began to play again, something easy and slow, looking over her notes for next week when they would - sadly - leave zombies behind and start discussing vampires. What should she do for a capstone on that section? Perhaps a real trip to Innistrad to talk to Olivia Voldaren or Runo Stromkirk? Hmm, probably not. She couldn't run the risk of an overzealous fledgling eating one of her students. Maybe she could invite Sorin Markov to give a lecture. That idea made her laugh out loud. Perhaps Eric?

...She was studiously ignoring the existence of the other vampire on the island. She would talk to Sorin Markov for a full day before she'd allow that one to come talk in her classroom.

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[chef_chocobro]

When Ignis arrived at the door to Liliana's office with the expected offering of a lunch at would no doubt be ignored until they cut it dangerously close to the time he had to leave to prepare for his class, he paused for a moment much, much longer than the usual pause to slip off his glasses and fold them into his pocket for safekeeping. Because he caught the strains of music coming from behind it and wanted to just listen for a while, imagining that, just like on Monday, it would no doubt cease once he walked into the room.

But it did have him thinking, about how it might be received if he were to suggest that, on occasion, they swapped the book that Liliana would sometimes read for him with an instrument for her to play instead...

But then he did knock,to let her know he had arrived, just a mere fleeting second before pushing open the door to step inside.

"Liliana," no need to pose it as a probing question for position this time. "Might I interest you in a bit of a break?"