Emmanuel College is to the North of Parker's Piece, between the bus station and the North End of Regent's Street.  It has traditionally been an all male college, but things are beginning to change and this year not only is the first intake of female students present, but so is the first female lecturer.

That's the official story anyway but do you really think all witches went to Newnham up to now?  Or New College?

The sounds of life returning to the halls of the college would stir up memories both fresh and painful.  The Awe and joy of his first year, the sense of history found in the stones of these old buildings.  Research and finding a calling so early on in his scholasitc career that lead him into a calling he had never even heard of before to dream about.  Elation and fear mixed to overwhelm the youthful man and start him on a new path.  Honing body and mind, even finding some success with the former over the latter to acheive friendships he hoped would last beyond his time here.  And then a last memory that was of pain and blood and spite.  None of those memories were all that interesting to him now.

The over seven foot tall statue slowly moved as if sighing, a left over gesture that made little sound with his all rock form.  The vaguely humanoid shape of his face pivoted, though the lack of eye movement was a bit distressing if one looked at him, a valley most uncanny in actions compaired to form.  With no one around the statue started to walk about the library, staying to the back sections where not many would go without making noise through the doors to alert him of their entrance.

"Students are returning, there goes my freedom.  I wonder how long til I find myself stuck pretending to be just a statue until they leave and I can sneak away.  Or deal with some punk defacing me for some cheap destructive thrill to escape the mundane life they can't accept and be greatful for."  He again gave the motion as if to sigh.  "Maybe I should find a graveyard to hide in.  Watch for vampires and others, and make their stays short."  He considered as his right hand moved up to grasp the chin portion of his features.  The hand only holding three digits and a thumb, the architects of the form recreating something else when they made it.  His head shook as he dismissed the thought.  "Nah.  If I did that the fae might have an easier chance at me.  And where would I get a Telie to to watch World of Sports?  Not worth it."  He said to himself.

The isolation was getting to him, and talking to himself, a risky habit to create, the only way he had to keep some humanity to him.  Not like the few watchers he dealt with cared to say more to him than just where to go, what to do, or ask him to spend a few days translating an old book for them.  But that was a small task, and so he knelt down again at the table, a pen pulled as he started to scratch out a translation one more, though the man had far from been clear, and he found no reason to comply properly so he went back to translating the text into Hebrew over English.  Yes, he would have to do it again, but he had the time.  Besides, he only heard rumors that their might be a slayer again, and even then, they were focused on teaching the slayer to fight.  Not like they would ask him after his failure to go out and watch over the slayer when they found her, they have real living human watchers for that.

CRACK

Again he made the sighing action as the pen he was holding broke in his grip and he set it into the rubish with the other pens he broke, pulling out a new one to go back to translating the text once more.

There were upsides to being a junior lecturer.  A less rigorous schedule, access to teaching resources, student files, and other things.  As such, Alice was in the library too... technically on a break, but in reality she was still working.  Watcher work didn't just do itself.  Alice was constantly looking for ways to educate and engage with her young Slayer charge.  She'd been building Ann up but also holding her back from danger... until Alice thought Ann was in the best mental space.  That time was fast approaching.  Pausing in her note taking, Alice cocked her ear towards other parts of the library... from which a voice carried.

"Hello... is someone there?"

Packing up and concealing her work, Alice went off to find this other person.  It could be Sir John or perhaps one of the other library regulars.  It took her a while to locate Goffery, partly due to rebounding sounds and the fact that she'd only known this library for a handful of weeks.

Upon arrival at Emmanuel, Renee Stewart has a reserved but genuine smile on her face. She had heard tales of the school from her father, grandfather, and numerous uncles who had all attended this campus. Thinking that the school was not a possibility because of the admittance policies as well as her unique issues, it came as both a surprise and joy when she was able to enroll as one of the first female students at the College.

Today, she is wearing her ankle length wool skirt and matching vest. Her sleeves are long and with crossed arms, she is avoiding the possibility of inadvertent contact with anything or anyone. With such a new place, she is exploring and trying to see all of the historical places on campus. Her travels are taking her to walk the aisles of the library to get a feeling for how the place is organized and the decor.

Goffery knelt at the table, the pen scrawling along the paper as he translated the document, speaking out some of the words, finding it almost distractingly interesting how he was able to still pronounce words without a throat, tongue, or pallet to use to change the sounds.  The slow oration of Hebrew reverberating off the walls, until Goffery finally heard the softer tone of Alice as she called out.

A few unbecoming words became in his head as he glanced about dropping the pen and stepping back, taking a spot against a wall and draping a part of a tapestry over his shoulder and chest as he stood perfectly still, his features locked in place as the stone seemed to become as inanimate as one would normally expect of stone.

Watching unmoving as the woman walked into the back area of the library, she looked familiar, something that passed in his memories of not too long ago.  Back when he was human, but he didn't quite know her name.  And then he noticed he left the documents on the table, well few would pay attention to something in Hebrew, and even less would look at the Sumerian source document with anything beyond confusion. Though perhaps a few names might stand out to someone with enough Occult knowledge.

This would bother Goffery for a few days, he knew he saw this woman before, but could not place it, didn't help that most humans look nothing like they used to for him.  Though for now, all he need to is be a statue until she leaves and he can go back to work.

Sir John walked the halls of Emma, watching for anything unexpected, not only the Golem, of which he was aware, although he was unaware of its possession of a soul, particularly the soul of his old colleague, Goffery.  Nor only that and his apprentice, Alice a lovely Irish girl who would make a fine watcher as long as he could guide the current slayer as competently as he expected.

But those things were routine, as routine as his duty to check the checkpoint and to resow the iron filings at the edges of the University bubble.  Once that was done, it would mean one less supernatural threat to the University.

Before that though, what about the new students, who showed potential for the true college, the Hidden College within Emma.  Obviously there was the Scottish student, the Stewart Scion.  He'd noticed her noticing him at the interview but she'd said nothing, which was a good time, was there anyone else in Emma, he wondered.  There was something about young Tranh junior of course and there was Monaghan of course, who Sir John would do his best to poach off of Downing if only he could find someone to take his place in Downing's own secret places.

When Alice reached the section where the noises had come from, all she found was bookshelves, a covered statue, and some fresh writings.  Picking up the papers, she couldn't read what they said... but carried them over to Sir John's desk and put them in his in-tray (or equivalent pile).  He'd know what to do with them.

If things weren't so secret, a library monitor would be really useful... she mused.

The sound of someone else in the library prompted Alice to step out locate the new arrival.  Just a student, by the looks of it.  Alice put on a friendly smile and went to greet the young woman.  She herself was dressed in a formal jacket and skirt of light grey hues.  Alice also had a name badge that listed her as a lecturer.

"Welcome to the library, Miss.  Did you need assistance with anything?"

Watching the woman look at the writing then pick it up and put it into one of the desk's inbox.  No respect for someone else's work was the only things that went through his head.

He waited for her to leave, which thankfully didn't take to long and then moved the tapestry again and stepped over to the desk, "Oh, who was that." He said to no one, not learning to keep quiet because he still valued his own slipping sanity over safety.

When he reached the desk of Sir John and picked up the papers to get back to work, he looked over the desk before turning and then he froze when he saw who's desk this was.  Memories flooded as he placed where he saw that woman before.

A meeting, watchers, new people, colleagues passing information about expectations, a blur in his mind, the hand holding the papers holding his head, and then his other hand slammed on the desk.  The thud loud enough to wake his mind from that spiral, the twist of shoulders and upper torso of the the golem lacking the eye and head movement to fully match the human action, and then the shoulders pulled back and slumped forward in that sighing motion again.

Stepping away from the desk, he moved back to the wall and pulled the tapestry over himself again, giving it some time in case that thud drew attention again, papers hiding under the tapestry in his hand this time so he didn't have to start over.

"That this tricks a watcher says something too poor on training." He said before playing statue.

When the question is posed, Renee is leaning over examining the spine of an old book. Unlike many who reads spines by running their fingers across them, her hands remain wrapped around her waist. She gets no closer than six inches to anything in her space. The initial question causes her to jump, her arms unfurling into a more natural pose, but she quickly wraps them up quickly. "Oh yes." She exclaims in a light Scottish accent before immediately reversing herself,  "I mean no. I am merely exploring the library, searching to see what treasures are hidden within. Thank you for the welcome."

It is one o'Clock in the morning and one by one the stars go out, soon enough the streetlights follow as fog arises from the ground and thickens around you.  Those who are awake feel a sudden cold, not a September cold but a December cold.  For those who remember, it's a December 1963 cold, an 1816 cold, a cold that sinks down through the bones and kisses the marrow.

Those who are sleeping dream, touched by malicious spirits, they find themselves struggling against a bitter wind that sings knives of a cold not seen before.  Behind them they hear the howling of wolves, ahead the raucous calls of hunters.  Neither seems a safe bet.

By the time the library had closed for the night Goffery had finished his translations, not because he wanted to, but because he was torn with nervous thoughts and putting his bod to work was the best he had to deal with it.  as it became later he had even begun talking to himself out loud more obviously as he was pacing around the library and then moving items and organizing any spot he found himself in.

"It's not my duty any more to do anything like that.  Sure she may be a watcher, didn't notice a golem hiding against a wall, doesn't mean she is in any danger.  Well They are all in danger.  Line of work and all."  He would mutter, stuck in a loop of conflicting thoughts.  "Maybe I should go out, take a constitutional.  Tell the watchers that if my body doesn't move often it will lock up.  They don't know any better right.  Maybe follow the lines, keep an eye out for something wrong, maybe I find myself near near a cemetery. I could be of use."  He between rearranging a few of the heavier collections with supernatural ease.

"I was told to guard and stay out of sight.  No one set parameters, I could use that as a way to get around..."  He came to a stop as a  bell tolled one and he could sense cold coming in and see some thing was not right.  Leaving things as they were he made his way through the library towards the doors that would lead to the middle of the campus.  His hands moving to open them but his paranoia stopping him and taking the time first to look for a window to look outside with first.  The vaguely featured stone face leaned to the window to look out over grounds, his vision enhanced by his nature and he looked for dangers.

OOC: Goffery Lemnin rolled 16 using 1d10+7.  Notice roll. 4 levels of Success.

Looking over the grounds of Emmanuel college, the fog is already beginning to thin and the cold seems to be dissipating, but there is another window, the one that looks out over Parker's Piece.

Looking around the grounds, nothing, "I wish I had bones still to feel the danger in them."  He said quite dryly as he turned from the window, a moment of looking around and he recalled the other window. a sharp scraping as stone pivoted on the ground, kicking off in a run as he makes his way to look out over Parker's Piece, the stone thudding on the ground as he moved with speed, not with care.

Bounding strides slowing as he comes closer to the window, moving with care again as he reached the other window his large stone fists almost slamming against the wall on either side of the window to bring himself to a stop.  He looked southward out over the green, his sense of anxiety honed by the looming dread and bringing him to focus against the danger as all fears die inside him as purpose grew.

On Parker's Piece an army is arrayed, each warrior more beautiful than the last, all with skin like snow and hair like silver spun into silk by spiders.  They seem to be on parade more than anything else, and they are held back behind a wall that seems to be a lattice of iron dividing Parker's Piece into two.  It should not be there and neither should the army.

The golem was silent for several seconds as it took in the sight, the magic within his form responding to that without, and the army drew his attention, then the iron wall.  His first thought was to find an iron fire poker, or some sort of iron for a weapon, but the wall was there and he did not need to come out brandish weapons yet.

The slow steps towards the door first, unlocking though he did stop and look for some iron he could lay across the entrance, it may not stop him, but should it, he would have claims to leaving a guard on the spot.  Then his stone form left the Library and made his way to the Parker's Piece.

An owl lands on Goffery's shoulder and calls out "T'wit t'woo, who are you, who are you?  They are not for you, not for you? Who are you? What are you?"