skeletons in your dimensional closet

Charlie jumped at the sound of the voice, and turned to face Colette. Luckily his glamour stayed solid, so as not to scare the poor girl. It was often he got unexpected visitors, anyone from students to teachers coming to visit for a cup of tea and a chat. But this was a new face in the menagerie that walked through his door.

Charlie enjoyed his visitors, they broke up the day. Some teachers and members of staff became irritated when people visited them during office hours, an unwelcome distraction from the task at hand, but when you didn't sleep, and pretty much lived in your office, you had plenty of time to work, for apart from an inclusion from a drunken Lochlann, his nights had been very uneventful. Charlie had currently been researching sentient books, whether a book could be made intelligent simply by its contents, after a comment by his friend, Clement Lamond. Enchanted books weren't that rare, but that was magic placed on them by others, not the book gaining sentience. He had been reading through his copy of The Book of the Returned, an ancient egyptian tome he had copied from papyrus to scroll, scroll to velum and finally, as time got to each one, velum to book.

"Erm, well I am Proffessor Rotmoore. But please call me Charlie." said Charlie, placing a leather bookmark between the pages of the book and setting in down on his desk. He looked at the girl momemtarily. He had seen her once or twice at meetings of the Hereafter club. She was a reaper... werewolf, he seemed to remember, assuming she was the same species as her brother Lucas, but was was her name... "It's... colette right? What's up?"
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Charlie spotted the tail wagging as Colette asked. She would be awful at poker, he thought, with a tell like that. But he was happy. He loved when students showed enthusiasm for something, especially necromancy. It was interesting, a reaper showing interest in necromancy. In his experience reapers shied away from the practice, it being against the laws of the universe, breaking the cycle. It would be quite fun to learn another reaper's point of view on necromancy, for Charlie only had Shay's views to compare it too.

"I am somewhat of an expert in the subject" said Charlie, before waving a hand to one of the sofas, and sitting down on the one opposite "Please, take a seat."

"Sure, ask away, i'm happy to answer anything." he said, with a smile.

Charlie watched as Colette bounded over, and sat opposite him. This was why I took up teaching, thought Charlie, to teach people like Colette, students eager to learn. He adored imparting knowledge, and although this often made him come across as a know-it-all, he still enjoyed doing it.

"Necromancy is an extremely broad definition. The word simply means 'death magic'." said Charlie with a smile "Under the umbrella of necromancy is such things as talking to the dead, channeling death energy to cause harm, such as draining life or causing rot and some even consider the act of reaping to be a form of necromancy. My particular specialty is what is flatteringly termed 'True' necromancy, the act of raising undead. Even this is broad. What I do is use my own soul and energy to reanimate bodies, but this can also be achieved through the usage of souls, or chemically, or even by using the power of nature, along with sundry other methods. But this can, yes, be boiled down to the term 'zombies'."

@Hyper