[Sept 5] Exploring the Tower

Ambrose was....reading. He had this giant tome that was tilted to an angle so that he could read better. Ambrose looked all of nineteen, an interesting attractive look to his dark black hair and storm grey eyes. Nothing much had changed from when his predecessor was here.

As she walked in and greeted out loud, Ambrose blinked and looked up. "Good evening...I think. Can I help you with something, Professor?" he asked with a smile.

Ambrose nods as he turns a page, eyes gliding across for a moment before standing up and stepping closer, offering his hand to shake. "Ambrose Oakwood. Welcome to my class." He looks around with a small grin. "I kept it mostly the same. I liked the setup. The main thing I added would be...the giant tome back there." He said in regards to the book the height of a small child and lord only knows how thick. "How has your first days been?"

Ambrose watched her walk around the book and look at the blank pages. He chuckles and walks over, patting the book. "It's attuned to me. It's a magical item that gives me random facts about anything and anyone I ask. And by random...I mean I have no control over what it tells me...at all. It could be something as simple as a person's birthday or something more complicated like the exact time a certain star in the sky is going to burn itself out...and everything in between. But I've learned a lot with this in my possession...and kept a student or two on their toes..." He smirks.

Ambrose looked at her for a moment and then walked over to the tome. Turing a page, his eyes move as he reads and then he looks over at her. His face is blank for a moment and then he turns the page again. He looks hesitant...as if whatever he read is something he ins't sure if he wants to talk about.

Ambrose shook his head and shrugged. "Alrighty...but..." He got up and moved to the door, making sure no one else was around before closing it and gesturing towards chairs at a table for them to sit at. "Well...let's start off with you. Why do you have such a tough exterior to hide your sadness?"

Ambrose waves a hand. "Black with lace but that wasn't as heavy as this one. I mean...why do you feel lost? You're here at Hogwarts and teaching Potions and you went to school here. So...I have to wonder what could make you feel so sad or lost..."

Ambrose is quiet and as he looks into her eyes, she can see the storm clouds moving, almost darkening. "Morgana....I am going to ask you something and I am ninety percent sure you're either going to hit me or walk out that door," he says as his voice lowers a bit more. "But did your father do to deserve to be locked in the wine cellar while the house burned?"

Ambrose nodded as he got up and went to the cabinet. He began to pull out ingredients and cups to start making tea. "I can only imagine if he did. I don't know the circumstances. Just that you locked him down there before setting the house ablaze." He brings over things as the tea starts to steep a caress making the water hot. He sits again, eyes catching hers once more. "I don't suppose you want to talk about it?" he asks softly.

Ambrose shakes his head. "No...not daddy issues. Just...a form of abandonment maybe? Could account for the lost and alone feeling. There's also the fact of maybe you had accomplished something that needed accomplishing and now you don't know what else to do. Teaching here could help at least give you focus. You'll meet new people and you never know what will happen..." He smiles as he starts to pour jasmine tea for them both.

Ambrose smirks a gives a small bow of his head. "Thank you. I thrive on interesting." He looks at her tea and shakes his head. "The thing about Divination? Not many can do it. And its ok. If we all could do everything, the world would get boring really quick. In here, I try to teach the culture behind Divination and give my students a chance to view things through the eyes of actual Seers. I think that if they can learn to appreciate that then maybe Divination wouldn't be such a joke to some of the magical communities." He sips the tea and then looks up at her again.

"I doubt you would be like any of your predecessors. For starters, that accent tells me that you are either from America, or have spent time there." He chuckles. "I'm sure some of the students will find that fascinating. Also..." He gives her a grin from behind his cup. "I am not what I look to be..." says the nineteen year old looking professor.

"I visited America once...never made it to New Orleans though. What's it like?"

Ambrose laughs then after her comment about 'the other team' and waves his hand. "No no...though I appreciate the compliment." He sips his tea and sets down his own cup. "I just fine that people are always astonished when they look at me and don't realize that I am actually thirty years old." He smirks.

Ambrose chuckled. "Lets just say its kind of genetic..." says the thirty year old who looks like he's barely out of high school as he runs a hand through his shaggy black hair. His eyes catch hers, the storms seeming to move a bit more. "I don't know why you're worried. Where people still treat me like a teenager, you at least look like a beautiful and grown woman."

Ambrose nods and the storms move in his eyes. Challenged? Sure if that was what she wanted. Ambrose smiled. "Younger then me? Perhaps...but I don't see you as inexperienced. I don't know your reputation from before today. The only thing I know is what you've told me and what the book divulged. I know the color of your lace before I knew how old you were..." He shakes his head and sets his teacup aside, interlocking fingers and leaning a little on the table. "And in all honesty, your reputation prior to today isn't something that would be my business unless you would like to tell me."

Ambrose smirked softly when she tapped his nose. She was interesting to him...someone who had had some things in her past that shaped the woman he saw before him today. She persevered...and he admired that.

Getting up to follow her and leaving his teacup behind, he walked over to the book and ran a hand down the page. "I could ask it again if you'd like. It will be random...but random can be interesting." He patted the book and once more, slightly whirling storm eyes look into her hazel ones. "Shall I?"