Norrell rather enjoys ceremony. He enjoys being behind a table judging other people, enjoys getting to demonstrate his new rank, enjoys positions of respect and -- in general -- positions of power.
It is not a surprise, then, that he enjoys swearing in the new Guardians. Standing alongside the rest of the Night Council. The idle threat of the statues behind them.
What may be a surprise to the cynical is the slight edge of discomfort he displays as the Night Council finally file out and leave to go about their business. He carries the signed contracts, neatly hidden into thick brown envelopes, and pauses outside the room to shuffle things in his grip a moment. The crow shifts in its cage to look at him and he shoots it a glower full of the deepest hatred.
The sound of someone walking near him startles him, however, and he gathers the papers up again and tries to right himself.
"Can I help you?" he prompts, although he gives the air of not particularly being interested in helping.
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It is not a surprise, then, that he enjoys swearing in the new Guardians. Standing alongside the rest of the Night Council. The idle threat of the statues behind them.
What may be a surprise to the cynical is the slight edge of discomfort he displays as the Night Council finally file out and leave to go about their business. He carries the signed contracts, neatly hidden into thick brown envelopes, and pauses outside the room to shuffle things in his grip a moment. The crow shifts in its cage to look at him and he shoots it a glower full of the deepest hatred.
The sound of someone walking near him startles him, however, and he gathers the papers up again and tries to right himself.
"Can I help you?" he prompts, although he gives the air of not particularly being interested in helping.