 Super Slytherin Buddy | | ⅓ She-Snake Trio | | a normal girl with normal knees
After writing a particularly late and apologetic letter to a certain former creatures Professor about the case of some missing pygmy puffs that wouldn't be returning back to him, Medea made her way down to the Great Hall and up to the staff table. The end of the term feast usually brought emotional responses as it was, but, goodness, she didn't know what to think of this one. Her gaze settled on the two empty chairs momentarily. Well, one of them not so empty. The Baron took it.
She nodded and smiled to all the occupants at the table, ghosts included, before moving around to her seat, settling in. This felt awkward. Was it awkward? Did anyone else feel that? Her spoon became mighty interesting after only a few seconds. |