She had been dutiful with her responsibilities as an Imperial Advisor for Arcana. The dark enchantress was meticulous and rigorous with her duty, not only for the Ceasar, but for the University of Campus as was declaired in the blood pactum she had signed when she agreed to be a student of the University of Magick. Fastidously, she had sent all of her research and experiments concerning the Ancient Weave she had stumbled in the Heart of the Citadel Palace and hoped that her thesis were of use to the Campus, though she glossed everything that concerned her dark experiments in the Red Banner.
Imperiously, that tratetide -- clad in her purple mage robe and carrying the gleaming Mirror Staff of Myra -- the dark Enchantress strode from her own office and walked across the halls of the Citadel Palace looking for Simon Ginneke, the Imperial Thaumatergist. Her flawless face was regally held high as she brooded on what she learned about the University of Magick requesting for one of their faculty members to be a part of the Imperial Arcanum Council.
Office of the High Thaumaturgist
The office of the High Thaumaturgist, head of the Imperial Magi, is not one frequented by the casual visitor to the Citadel - indeed, it is not one often visited at all. Simon Ginneke answers to no-one but the Caesar himself, and he values his privacy highly. Therefore meetings are by appointment only, and the office itself is in a tucked away corner of the Citadel as if making itself scarce from inquisitive eyes.
The actual room is warmly furnished - you might compare it to a comfortable den of a rather eccentric scholar - which in a lot of ways, it is. Thick rugs cover the otherwise cold stone floor, and a fire burns in grate beneath a decorative carved stone fireplace. Beside the window there is a sizable desk in dark wood, and several chairs to compliment it - but beside the fire is where Ginneke is usually found, in one of three rather threadbare wingback chairs and with his feet up on a small coffee table in a similar state of disrepair. Every available surface of the room, apart from the chair being sat in, is taken up with books and papers of all kinds, magical trinkets and oddments, scrolls and letters to be read and all the clutter and accoutrements of the serious but somewhat disorganised scholar. Oddly enough, despite the chaos of Ginneke's filing system, he usually seems to be able to lay his hands on whatever papers or books he's looking for with remarkable speed.
"Master Ginneke." Fauna regally rapped at his door with her hand and called the Arch-Mage. Barging in was out of the picture, trying to surprise a wizard was a sheer folly for she knew a wizard of Ginneke's ranking could obliterate her in a blink of an eye. "Master Ginneke," The dark enchantress rapped once more, she had been an irritant to him these past few months when she started researching about the Magical Properties of the Ancient Weave in the Heart of the Citadel Palace and without the Master Thaumatergist she would have been lost with her research.
"Master Ginneke, I know you're in there." The amunic woman demanded putting her hand upon her hips as she frowned at the door. "Come out or I'll camp here naked as the day I was born!" She threatened the door with in imperious stomp of her foot.