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DADA.

Sebastian Carrow.

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Hogwarts

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Clothing!

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silas, leor, sophia

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The incident at Cobbs & Web lies fresh within Sebastian’s mind. Distaste for muggle-borns wasn’t a new sentiment within pureblood spaces, nor were unsavory actions towards them. Still, the incident had shaken him, his years away from home, and the more toxic side of his family had flung such ideologies so far from his mind.

He was half tempted to write to his sister Jude, but it wasn’t worth worrying her over anything. There was no doubt tensions were rising within the wizarding world, even if they tried to shield the students from such things.

The appearance of Silas brought forth a round of questions he had about the event. Hearing his colleague express his own worries about the situation brought about mixed emotions. On one hand, he was glad that he wasn’t alone in his typical pessimistic thinking, but their alignment of opinions spelled nothing but trouble for what the future may hold.

Sebastian wondered if he should be honest with Silas, tell him about the future which he caught glimpses of, prophecies that may or may not unfold, things that made his stomach lurch with fear. Both Leor and Sophia already knew. Would Silas be much different? Sebastian worried his lip. While he did consider his colleague a friend, trust was not something Sebastian came by naturally.

That arrived at Leor’s office quicker than he had realized, though still later than the agreed-upon meeting time, and he braced himself, nodding along as Silas issued an apology. If Leor or Sophia were annoyed with him being late, the treats in his pocket would at least help sway Ruth to his side.

"Forgive me for being late. I was making a few last-minute changes to the course outline for the 7th year, and lost track of time. I hope summer treated you all well."

 

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A n t o n i o

I

n the dense forest by the grounds, Professor Antonio Castillo tended to his most difficult charge: a juvenile Occamy. Its iridescent scales shimmered like small rainbows, blinding the middle aged man with a sense of wonder every time he laid eyes on the beast.

At least, before it tried taking a bite out of him .

Antonio ducked his head, already used to the creatures preferred method of attack.

"¡Estate quieta!, " he scolded , placing his tanned hands on his hips as he rose back to his normal stance. "Keep it up and you can get your own meat from now on." The winged serpent emitted a squawk of disapproval, gliding pass him and settling on a nearby tree. She was already large enough for the tree to emit a low groan under the weight of her. Of course, she could quite easily change her weight if she liked. Choranaptyxis was a convenient trait all Occamy processed.

Antonio kept his eyes glued on his temperamental new friend, his face never quite stern despite his tone. He couldn't blame it for being a bit testy. Frankly, he couldn't blame any creature when they were. Humans could be rather awful, it made sense to distrust them at first. If it was socially acceptable, he supposed he might hiss more at strangers he didn't quite trust yet.

That's what he and the Occamy were for the moment; strangers. She had only recently hatched, and was a rescue Antonio had procured after coming across a rather pathetic group of black market smugglers the beginning of summer. From his profession, he had thankfully developed a healthy relationship with a few folks inside of the Ministry, enough so he was able to put a stop to such a small group. Occamy eggs were made of silver; and a known ingredient for liquid luck. It made the creatures shells in popular demand, but little sympathy towards the creature inside of them.

After a brief discussion with Headmaster Dippet, and the inclusion of the creature in the seventh years courses, he was allowed to keep it on school grounds. He even named her Iris; after the Goddess of rainbows herself in Greek Mythology.

But caring for an Occamy was no simple task. Her appetite grew every day, and she was as aggressive as ever despite his best attempts. Still, he imagined the children would be taken with her, at least from a certain distance. He was content at the thought until the idea made alarm bells begin to ring inside of his head.

"Children...the classroom! Shit," he groaned, looking down at his watch. He wasn't late yet, none of the other professors would likely be too early. Prompt perhaps, but not terribly early.

He took a peek at the creature again, who was now preening herself and less concerned with his coming and goings. "Behave while I'm gone. Don't bother the centaurs." Iris didn't bother to give much of a response, but he hoped her silence was an agreement. He didn't worry too much anything would grab her, even in the woods. She could make herself massive or quite tiny, most would be foolish to try.

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It didn't take long for him to dash towards his classroom, chest heaving and out of breath. He scrambled towards the back of the room, pulling his wand out to start tidying up as quick as he could. Sure enough, a few minutes later he heard several familiar voices greeting him kindly.

"Another year, my friends." He replied cheerfully, doing his best to not make it appear as though he nearly forgot their assistance. A small bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face and he promptly rubbed it away with his hand. He seemed to be a disorganized mess every year, despite his decade long holding of his position. He was lucky the put up with him at all.

Curious as well at the basket, he took a quick peek himself after Saira spoke.

"Can any of those reprogram a habitual procrastinator?" He asked playfully, shooting Celeste an apologetic grin. "I'd pay well for that."

He was theatrical as always. There were some cobwebs to be cleaned and perhaps the normal grime that came from working mostly outdoors and with creatures, but nothing too terrible. He was sure with help of an extra three they would be done in no time. Besides, it would give them an excuse to chat about anything exciting before the children showed up.

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COMC Classroom

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[sunny.days]

hufflepuff.

jesper pearce.

are you bored yet?

location

choo choo

outfit

baddie Hufflepuff Robes

interactions

medea and penelope.

tags

thehighpriestess ghostlynarcissus

A bright smile gleamed across Jesper’s face as he walked along King’s Cross Station, blending into a tight and loud crew of family, extended and all, as he paced along. With luggage in one hand and his youngest brother’s sweaty grip in the other, he took in the odd but refreshing realization that this would be his last time to board the train. It felt uncanny yet refreshing simultaneously, evoking equal parts excitement as it did reluctance to end a chapter. Nevertheless, there was no time to mourn future goodbyes, as there were plenty to say in the moment.

After having taken part in a traditionally over-dramatic goodbye ritual of hugs, tears and best-of-luck wishes, Jesper made his way onto the train alongside three of his four siblings, one of whom would be joining them for the first time. The Hufflepuff would’ve been more than happy, relieved even, to spend the ride by his sibling’s side as an unapologetically overprotective brother, but the young soul had stubbornly insisted on paving his own way. So, with his face soured with hesitancy and his heart palpitating ever so slightly, Jesper admitted defeat, allowing the three to scurry out of his sights as he went to find a spot of his own.

Naturally, Jesper felt the need to say hi to just about every familiar face on the train, leading to him joining the crowd of fashionably late students who had yet to find a place of their own mere moments before departure. Fortunately for him, the sensation of rush was a stranger to his scarily patient mind, allowing him to trail after the stream of scurrying students without any worry that he’d not find a seat. In time, he’d find his match.

And find one he did: a half-empty compartment, what luxury. Unsure of the identities hiding within, Jesper popped in with kind eyes and small talk at the ready. His eyebrows inched up slightly as he laid eyes on the unusual combination of two familiar faces: Medea Selwyn and Penelope Wayworth, both perfectly decent and enjoyable people, but a wondrous duo nonetheless.

“Hello to the both of you. It’s nice to see you again." He’d muse earnestly, his tone carrying a smile of its own. He’d plant himself on the seat next to Penelope, nonchalantly attempting to catch a hint of whatever Medea was reading with a series of glimpses that were probably way too obvious for anyone’s good.

As a question eased up the quiet air, Jesper turned to face the messenger, happy to engage in conversation. “Excited as ever, Wayworth. Mind going easy on the snitch this year? I’m thinking a win for Hufflepuff would be a great way to finish things off.” He’d chime back jestfully, though his words were laced with some honesty. While Jesper wasn’t one to get lost in competition, the desire to win had admittedly grown just a bit now that it would be their final cup.

“Also excited to get back into the swing of things, Medea?” Jesper shifted his focus to their third peer, hoping to include her in their talks. He was curious to hear her answer, especially considering both of them would be encountering similar trials this year given their status as Head Boy/Head Girl.

 

[miki]

slytherin

cosette rosier.

l'autre valse d'amélie

location

hogwarts express

outfit

click me!

interactions

rose, markus, vijay

tags

comfortable OrpheusTalks death to birds

Cosette had never been fond of crowds. Despite trying her best to work herself into the ebb and flow, there were always obstacles. People to collide into. Conversations to get strung into. It was all very suffocating, a pressure of which Cosette found wholly useless.

Luckily, she had finally obtained the ultimate repellent: authority. Her reputation had been etched into the stones of Hogwarts now. Because of that admiration, or odd sense of fear, people left her alone.

She had grown much since her first year. She could almost see the image in her head now: she had far grown out of those roughed-up mary janes with splotches of worn brown over the dark cow leather. In those days, her robes dwarfed her figure, and she timidly shuffled behind the butler tasked with sending Cosette off.

Now, her inky black snakeskin shoes clacked against the cobblestones. Drew attention in, but people away. She led her tried and true ally—the old butler who had been walking her to and from Hogwarts Station for years—to the entrance of the cart she always sat in. She knew where she came from, she knew where she was going.

All that was left was to board. She turned to that faithful old butler as he handed her luggage off to the staff.

“Adieu.”

Cosette nodded as her carrying bag was handed from his bony hands. She had to force down a knot in her throat as she matched his farewell.

“À la prochaine.”

Cosette stepped onto the train and began walking down the red-clad aisle. Though Cosette favored the same cart, she was never picky with company (until recent years, that is). Upon finding the compartment with a student of each house, she invited herself to sit down with them.

She remained in the comfortable silence until Vijay started talking. Her attention was slowly torn from the landscape out the window before she eventually turned her attention to him.

“I’d hope it’s all familiar. I’d question what school you’ve been attending while we were all at Hogwarts.”

Markus' words swiftly brought the spotlight off of the distressed Hufflepuff. “You? Winning the cup? You must be mad.” It would have been a frigid threat if not for the curl of a smirk edging at the corner of her mouth. She meant it, of course, but not as maliciously as she might have before.

She held her tongue at his mention of ‘girlfriend’. Cosette used to always turn her nose up at the mention of high school romance. Not that she didn’t find herself fancying specific boys over the years. Rather, she found it pointless. The rabid culture around dates and chaste kisses was the easiest way to end up distracted. Or worse, a target. Cosette would sooner hand an opponent her wand than give them the means to destroy her from the inside of a thawed heart.

Cosette shook her head. “I suppose… I will share.” Though she feigned playful annoyance, she was partially grateful for the simple answer. Divulging the bigger plans was a task for her journal. Conversation about the house cup, as heated as she could get about it, was far lighter than the future path in front of her.

“Well, coincidentally, I also plan on winning the Quidditch Cup. And the House Cup, and maybe Helga Hufflepuff's golden cup. I think it will look lovely at my bedside.” The list was a clear tease at Markus’ lack of specificity, but Cosette meant most of it. It was their last year at Hogwarts. It was the year she had to win everything. How else could she end this chapter of her life?

“And, I plan on stealing Markus’ girlfriend.” She couldn’t help herself. There was no other way she could respond to such a confident proclamation. Her joking win streak couldn’t end with the collection of cups Hogwarts hoarded.

“So what about you, Rose?” Cosette prompted, resting her cheek on her propped-up hand. “I trust your plans are a lot more realistic than his.”

 

[ghostlynarcissus]

M e d e a

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edea lifted her gaze from the constellation-filled pages. He was trying to include her. Quite thoughtful, as unnecessary it was. She didn't need her Leglimens to feel the Gryffindor across from hers disdain. She would have been happy enough to stay with her head in her book the whole trip, but it would be a tad rude if she continued.

"Yes, in many ways," she acknowledged, placing her hand down to keep her place amongst her pages. "There's a lot to look forward to."

They'd both certainly had their hands full. It was a rather important position, regardless of the house one was sorted into. Docking house points, keeping the younger children in line, and even patrolling as well to make sure no students snuck out. All the while managing their studies and prepping for the NEWTS.

"It’s going to be a challenging year, but I suppose that makes it exciting?" The heap of responsibilities did sound a bit daunting, but the finish line of school nearly being over was wonderful enough she felt she could get through anything.

Medea's gaze shifted towards Penelope, then back to Jesper, as she subtly changed the topic of conversation. "You both play Quidditch, right? I'm sure you're looking forward to another year of that as well."

While Medea knew perfectly well that both Jesper and Penelope were avid Quidditch players—Jesper a Keeper for Hufflepuff and Penelope a Seeker for Gryffindor—her own experiences with the sport were incredibly different. She had attended only a few matches throughout her years at Hogwarts, her presence in the stands more a gesture of school spirit than out of any genuine interest.

She flew terribly, her worst grade. Most jobs didn't care much about a flying grade, which was her saving grace.


Medea offered a self-deprecating smile "I'm sure you both remember our first year. I'm still awful on a broom." It was not an exaggeration in the least. The first time she lifted herself off the ground, she shot up into the air, panicked and immediately let go. Had the Professor not been there she surely would have broken more than a couple bones.

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thoughtful

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n/a

LOCATION

Hogwarts Express

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[Shadow Alpha]

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mood

Ready to finish the hellish chore that is shopping

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Historia Calamatium This Name is unavailable

Quinn Kingston

Location - All Aboard The H Train

Quinn's morning was destined to be one full of greatness as he went to sleep the night before fully prepped and ready to head back to Hogwarts, granted he did not find the comfort of rest until 2 am. When the twins weren't on school grounds, they found solace in having a close family friend that had taken on a maternal role once she discovered the truth of how they were abused by their own parents. The older woman, a gentle soul named Erin, was more than happy to have her 'big ole babies' back home during breaks. There was a concerning amount of sunlight entering the room where Quinn was still slumbering, a sudden ticklish feeling on his abdomen demanded his immediate attention. It took a strength that would have amazed Merlin himself to force his eyelids to separate. Of course, everything appeared like a blurred dream before he was able to focus on the culprit. His beloved Hani had once again abandoned her on bedding in order to force her way into Quinn's tank top like it was some sort of burrow.

Instead of playing a losing game of trying to force the rather clingy honey badger out of his shirt, He simply waddled around the room while supporting Hani so that she wouldn't fall. It was at this moment that Lydia forced Quinn's door open, she was already clad in her house robes and looked to be the definition of a Ravenclaw. Not a single hair out of place as she offered Quinn a look of disgust and confusion, "Quinn, please don't tell me that one of your weird potion concoctions has resulted in you becoming a teen mother. I'm way too young to be an aunt," Lydia spoke in a deadpan tone. Quinn was no stranger to playing around with potions after achieving what was required of him for class, it seemed like a waste of time for him to not delve into his own sense of curiosity after performing well in his classes. Their intellect was one of the few things the twins shared outside of the very noticeable physical similarities.

Quinn simply raised the bottom of his shirt up exposing the large, furred mass that was Hani, "First of all, this is my child and your niece. Secondly, you know I would never bring my semi-dangerous pastime ingredients to Aunty Erin's. I would never live it down if the little tykes got into my things- Hold on, why are you already dressed..." Lydia smirked and nodded her head in the direction of the clock that covered in teeth marks and barely flashing on the floor. "This is what happens when you don't pick a normal animal like a cat or even a mouse. You don't see me running around last minute because Princess Kit has violently assaulted my alarm clock."

Quinn offered Lydia the median finger on his hand before rushing through his morning routine and hastily throwing on his robes. Erin and her husband had always made it a big deal to send them off close to the train station. The goodbyes were full of nothing but love and wishes to remain in contact throughout the year. As the twins approached the train, Lydia quickly shoulder checked Quinn to be the first one to step on. She stuck her tongue out before shifting her expression to a less childish one as she went to take her seat. Quinn could only laugh as he rubbed his arm while searching for a seat. There were quite a few people that stopped Quinn in his tracks to do some quick catching up before he finally made his way to an open seat.

Quinn took in the faces of Keaton Calum and Calian Clearwater, a double Cal situation that caused Quinn to chuckle to himself. Quinn wasn't upset at the rather nice eye candy and somewhat shared history of having a 'muddled' bloodline. He managed to catch the end of their conversation, "If you need any help with potions directly from the curriculum or for any miscellaneous debauchery, I'm your guy! Granted if the professor ever asks you who taught you, the answer is anyone but me. I can't have them thinking that I'm always up to tutor when I have to have enough time to flitter around after taking care of my own studies." Quinn fiddled with his tie before continuing as he realized it was done in a haphazard manner, "Anything fun you guys are looking forward to besides what should be a kickass Quidditch season?"

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[Lost Echo]

Their morah’s disappointment felt heavy for as lightly as it was said. Leor bit their lip, taking their time to respond instead of merely blurting out the But! that childishly wanted to come out. She added two and a half scoops of sugar to Sophia’s tea before passing it over. “Of course they are. And I would keep it even without the bond. It might have been a quick decision, but it never felt wrong, even now.” In fact it felt right, like they’d found a path planned for them. Perhaps it was their inclination to divination, but Leor trusted their magic. Muggles referred to it as trusting their gut, but Leor knew the magical core in witches and wizards, even squibs, was influenced by outside forces. After being bound, their own had been very sensitive to others, making those instincts impossible to ignore.

They looked down at the ‘hidden’ creature, who shied further into their jacket once it realized Sophia knew where it was. “To be honest, I have no idea. They seem docile enough. They’re even getting along with Ruth.” Its distress was mild, but enough to cause Leor to put a light disillusionment charm on it. They relaxed with it, reaching down to pick up their tea.

They snorted a laugh ungracefully into the cup at the history professor’s glee in her future plans. “I would never get in the way of your fun.” They promised, for all they did not care, that they were late. In fact, it was hardly any time that two polite knocks echoed through the small area. “That must be them.” They stood, adjusting their hat, and crossed the room, opening the door with a smile.

Sebastian had been their friend for years, so it was always a pleasure to see him. The other, Thorne, was still something of an enigma, after a year at Hogwarts. They knew his history, which for some would be enough to be wary. And perhaps Leor was, but they could recognize something in his magic, a shifting not unlike their own. From being a werewolf, of course. But biscuits! Leor wondered if appealing to her sweet tooth would be enough to make Sophia let go of her fun.

They were reaching out to the box, when faster than they could react, a lanky green blur burst from their chest, heading for Thorne’s face! The disillusionment vanished halfway through its attack, its sharp almost war cry enough to freak even the bystander Leor out.

Of all the reactions the Astronomer expected, this was not one of them. Blue eyes crossed as they followed the rather brave creature, twig-like limbs latching onto his freckled face with precision and fervor. The werewolf grunts, his lycanthropic instincts willing him to deftly reach out for the bowtruckle. It took him a few tries, mostly afraid of squishing the poor thing, but after a few scratches and trips around his neck and face, Silas managed to snatch the bowtruckle up with a laugh,

"Godrick, you've got a bit of nerve in you, eh?" Mirth was evident in his voice as he inspected the fiesty creature. "Don't worry, I come in peace." He handed the bowtruckle back to Leor, before continuing, "Besides, Leor would make quick work of me if I didn't. Isn't that right?" As he awaited their answer, Silas eventually realized that his biscuits were now on the floor, making his brow furrow. "Ah, damn..

“What was that?!” Leor took the squirming creature back from Thorne, lifting it close to their literally pink face, which belied their embarrassment. The creature chattered in their grip, waving its branches, They tried to listen seriously, hoping for an explanation. Was it because he was a werewolf? But they weren’t the enemies of trees. They bit their lip, imagining a bowtruckle trying to attack a werewolf for marking its tree. “Wait me? I wasn’t in any danger! He’s my colleague! This is Professor Thorne, the astronomy teacher!” They shook their head. “You don’t get to go attacking anyone. Unless Ruth says so.” They trusted their Kneazle, though they wondered if this creature would start leaving half alive mice in her covers too.

Looking back at Thorne, they wondered if their blush was fading as they forced themselves to apologize. “Sorry about that. I’m actually glad you’re here, I swear. I’m shit at healing spells, but I have some dittany if you’d like?” They stepped back, bent over to pick up the biscuits--they were in the box, if they got a little broken they’d still taste good--and turned to cross the room to their small potions corner, dropping the box off at the table as they passed. “I accidentally picked them up at Diagon a couple days ago.” They explained as they pulled out the vial with the herb quickly, as if they used it often, “I’m waiting a bit to ask Antonio to translate, but obviously I should do it soon.” They transfigured two identical chairs for the men, resisting the urge to show off their best subject. “Here, have a seat,”

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[comfortable]

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Her gaze shifted to Vijay as he began to ramble, and she frowned before returning to her journal. Perhaps he was the type who couldn’t stand silence, and that irritated her somewhat. There was no need to fill the silence, most everyone here was familiar with each other. She glanced up at Cosette and Markus; all three Quidditch captains sat together in one compartment. She knew these faces and their respective teams. Her mind wandered to Keaton, and Rose looked out the window, suddenly disinterested in the pages in front of her.

Why were they so noisy?

She briefly pondered if there was an empty compartment somewhere where she could continue to write and worry about her future. But fate had literally sat her here with this group of people. Still, Rose sat quietly amongst the group, processing their words. How she envied their certainty and indecisiveness, a luxury not afforded to the women of her bloodline. But the slimy feeling of anger slid off her, and she relaxed against the window. Rose couldn’t be angry anymore; she could only be hopeful. Or at least attempt to be.

'Big plans for the school year,' Vijay said.

She chewed on the question for several moments before landing on a multitude of answers. None of them were appropriate for her intended audience, so she pushed those aside and instead listened to their answers. Markus's confident proclamation of getting a girlfriend made her eyes go wide, and a bubble of laughter escaped her lips before she cleared her throat and looked away. Romance had been the furthest thing from her mind, and it was purposeful. Getting involved with someone felt selfish and borderline irresponsible given her condition.

When Cosette turned her attention to Rose, she smiled at her not-so-subtle jabs at Markus. She closed the journal on her lap, crossed her legs, and leaned back into the cushion. "Hmm," she said, her eyes cutting to Markus as she spoke. "Demolishing the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams," she dramatically sighed before continuing, "Then, of course, winning the Quidditch cup." She feigned disappointment before smirking at the two other captains. Rose began to smooth out the wrinkles of her skirt and picked imaginary lint off the dark fabric before continuing, "Oh, and helping Cosette steal your imaginary girlfriend," she said matter-of-factly.

She looked at Vijay. "And what about you, any big plans? Besides involving us in destroying the sorting hat. I would rather not be an accomplice; I like my House."

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  Chaos unfolded. The bowtruckle, a lanky green blur, launched from Leor's chest straight at Thorne's face. Silas reacted with surprising agility, nothing less than the witch expected.
  
  "That was quite dramatic, " Sophia chuckled once the small creature was handled, rising out of her chair to take a better look at the scratches. Not in the slightest bit deep. He would be fine, Merlin knows the man had been through much worse than a bowtruckle.
  
  She gave him a satisfied nod before returning to her seat, gathering her dress and crossing her legs smoothly. She reached for her tea, giving it a small blow to cool the beverage before taking a sip. Her eyes twinkled with amusement from the recent upheaval—a little drama that spiced up their usual tea gatherings.
  
  "A bit of unexpected excitement adds flavor to our day. It's not every afternoon that we get to juggle biscuits and bowtruckles." Her words were teasing as she glanced at the small creature now calming in Leor's hold. Her eyes bore into the mischievous creature, scolding it with her mere expression.
  
  "Antonio would be the right person." She agreed, taking another sip. Just the right sweetness. Leor did well at making a delightful cup of tea.
  
  "I imagine he might have his hands full. Last time we spoke, he was heading towards the Forest." She brought the cup down, setting it back on the table quietly. As the steam rose above the warm cup, disappearing into the air she took a moment to look around her fellow Professors, settling on Silas's large form.
  
  The second oldest in the room, always rather reserved, had evolved into a formidable educator. Despite his often stern demeanor, his commitment to the students welfare and their education made him into a respected figure within the faculty. He did prefer his alone time, but she hoped every year he might soften just a touch. Isolation in a tower was meant for fairy tales, not kind men with troubled pasts.
  
  Blue orbs flicked back to the younger man beside him. Sebastian was certainly one of the brightest of minds she had the pleasure of educating, but not without his flaws as well. She'd visited him in his office on more than one occasion, only to scold him on the cleanliness. Her scolding's were more teasing than anything. While her classes could easily become quite heated, she always watched the way he seemed uncomfortable with loudness, voices raised passionately or in anger and made a mental note just for herself since he was younger.
  
  Her gaze bounced back to the apologetic Divination teacher, who still seemed a bit put out by their newest companion.
  
  While Leor may have been sorted into Hufflepuff, she still had just as pleasant a relationship with them. She admired their ability to be blunt without cruelty, even as a child. It was something even most adults couldn't learn, and they mastered it well before their time.
  
  She felt a small swell of appreciation form in her chest, sniffling ever so slightly. How wonderfully they all had grown. Hogwarts would certainly continue to be quite a wonderful place with them around.
  
  "Another year already," She sighed. "I wonder if this one might be my last." The white haired woman didn't choose to elaborate on whether she meant the school year or life itself.
  
  
  
  
  

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