“Come in,” Noah heard through the door. Startled, Noah stood awkwardly with his fist in the air, not having even had the chance to knock. He let it fall to his side with a small sigh.
Pushing on the large, oak door, it creaked quietly open to reveal a dimly lit office, with Professor Van der Linden sitting at his desk in the middle. It was certainly smaller than the High Priestess’ office, but it had a somewhat cozy atmosphere. The stone, windowless walls were completely covered with bookshelves that reached from the floor to the low ceiling, surrounding the desk with hundreds upon hundreds of books shoved into every nook and cranny available.
The Vampire sat at a Queen Anne-style writing desk in the middle of the room. It had intricate, hand-carved florals in the mahogany wood, with c
