There’s a rumour, the rumour has it that a certain astronomy Professor was relieved of something a couple of months ago. Now what could it be I wonder? And how did they steal from beneath her watchful eyes? Of course I know who and what, but disclosure is dangerous. Now citrus uncovers rumours, but I, I uncover truths. In this case, to divulge the truth. To speak to her… It would bring the penance. More so, we need not know what we already have and I am sure as the sand runs down the hourglass, more will be uncovered.
Professor Priaulx. A question as it is, covering the school in your presence. Who are you and why are you here? Now, it seems unusual, but as a citrus aroma presents us with your name we can only guess that there is something..linked. To you. You are one who wanders the halls at night…but if you do not see who else does, is it you? Or are you covering it? Are you pretending to be something you are not?
Dear Professor, a post is not to insult, but to reveal all but we desire. Yet, why is it your name we see this time? What have you done? Perhaps it is a warning or not. Nobody could know, but only you as you know why and what this news has become and why it is for you.
What do we know of Professor Priaulx. All that she walks during the night. A sign of troubles to not sleep? Perhaps it is potions you seek, citrus flavour might do you well. Why is it the stars you reach out for? As you cannot reach, you realise this similarity is a much as your deepest dreams are. Far away and unreachable.
Now why has our unbeloved Owl Post give us this news of your parents? Is this why lessons are covered by you? To be the best. To prove the lies? To beat Fischer in a duel…now has that proven you? Or is there still many truths to uncover? We will find out.