It was with a mixture of emotions that Beverly Wayne made her way toward the Great Hall. Anger, fear, anxiety and excitement all swelled inside that senile brain of hers. Being old SUCKS. Worst of all, summer was right around the corner and she was wrinkly and brittle. How was that even fair?
Was Fate working against her? It must be.
Entering the Great Hall she paused, mostly to rest, and to allow her eyes to briefly wander to the Gryffindor table. Her sight was getting worse that not even her glasses helped as much. The figures under the red and gold banners all moved in blurs. It was useless.
With a sigh she hobbled over to the Slytherin table, sitting down next to a familiar figure.
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Cutty Mordaunt was already there at the Closing Feast, but just in case anyone missed him, he walked in again and scoped out a prime seat for people watching at his house table. This was perfect. Perfect, except what was he going to tell people who might have noticed that he was also at the staff table? Maybe he'd deny it, flat out. Make them think they were going mad.
'Could be fun.', he thought as he brought a water goblet to his mouth and took a drink.
"Mordaunt," she greeted in a bit of haughty tone, just the way she's always seen her dad talk to others. It was sort of a game with Cutty Mordaunt. Last name basis and all.
Glancing at the staff table she did a double take, something in which her neck protested immediately. Odd. Airey's frame matched Cutty's. And his hair. And if she squinted her eyes at Cutty then it was a total match.
"Huh," she huffed, pushing her glasses up her nose, "how curious is that."
How VERY curious, indeed.