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Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head:
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| *is late* fa la la la :3 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Perfect? Medea was being awfully generous with her terminology, but he gave her a smug smile and touched his index and middle finger to hers.
"It's no top hat, but it would do," he saluted Javy before turning his attention towards Old Man River when he entered and..."Wooooooooow, take a gander at that belt buckle!" he gawked before giving the Ancient Runes professor two thumbs up. He smiled at Cassiopeia when she greeted them and internally recoiled on the off chance that she had more of those ridiculous pieces of parchment containing lies. But it seemed that she didn't today, so his smile widened a bit more as she and Medea discussed a tea date.
"Headmistress," he greeted the woman who........also paired him and Medea together when saying hello. For some reason this made his insides squirm. NOT because he minded being paired with Medea, for obvious reasons, but it was setting off some sort of silent alarm in his brain about being a unit and how that implied a more serious commitment and... okay...nervous sweating in pleather pants was INCREDIBLY uncomfortable. "Eggnog? To go with your brownie?" he offered her. He was going to grab himself a glass of it himself.
Nessarose did it too. The together greeting. SQUIRM.
"Some well-wishing students" he repeated, the cogs in his head turning to his own school days. Yeah...he was going to pass on the brownies. Miss Adams would have certainly signed her own name and taken ownership of her delicious delights. So he would feast on some of the other offerings. Like those brought in by Professor Botros, perhaps. "Yes....kind..."
Oh look, Piers was here too. Pouring himself a glass of eggnog and bypassing the brownies, he stood beside the two glitter bomb prank failures and rocked back on his heels. "So...you two going to do anything about that mess outside my office?"
He saw you too, Seren, and smiled her direction before his blue gaze was drawn towards Josephina who..........did it too. "I'm sure the Hufflepuffs are glad to have their Head of House back."
And speaking of Heads of House..."It is a party," he chuckled towards the librarian. "One is required to be festive!" So where was your Santa hat? Hmmmmmmm? Or wait...better yet...Wand out, Airey gave it a wave and conjured a festive hat juuuuuuust for Leobald. Hehe. It sort of made him look bald. HEHEHE. "There, now you can be festive as well."
And now he wanted a turkey leg. Were there any of those around?
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Oh sweet solstice what was SHE doing here. The woman from the field trip. Who apparently had a really long name that she liked saying. He sort of just smiled at her, but steered clear as he was finally heading towards the eggnog when....Cassiopeia .... forgot where she was? Did she remember who she was? What in Orion's belt...
He bit his tongue before he could finish those thoughts.
"WELCOME TO THE NORTH POLE! You're Mrs. Clause and that gentleman over there is Mr. Clause," he said, deadpan, while pointing towards Professor Botros. "I think he is even standing under some mistletoe right now waiting for a kissy kissy."
Kissy kissy? How very mature of you, Flamsteed.
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