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| Dalliesa | Ab-Bot | Hogwarts Trojan War | Quote:
Originally Posted by feeheeheeny On her way to have a chat with the runes professor, Sophie checked out the prefects' bathroom for the first time - it was actually a lot nicer than she anticipated, which was cool - and she briefly got caught up peeking inside the spirit room. Spooky in there, it was, and she eventually pulled herself away from its alluring aura to continue down the corridor to Botros' office.
Sweeeet, sweet grandfather Botros.
A little bit nervous for this forthcoming conversation, Sophie wiped her palms on the sides of her robes before raising a fist, hesitating briefly before knocking on the door, a smile slowly spreading across her face. Nerves aside, this was going to be a VERY GOOD CONVERSATION. Botros was inside with his paperwork flooding his desk as usual, he heard knocking just as his crup jumped from behind the big rocking chair and attacked the door with his paws. "Come in, it's open!" The old man called out. Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir Since leaving for school, Toby had paid zero attention to those 'last first -whatever-' traditions that marked the beginning of the end of his time here. He wasn't sad about them, not really. But THIS one, his annual start of term visit to Professor Botros' office for a catch-up, this one was at the forefront of Toby's mind. Wouldn't be doing this next year, would he?
Still, he was refusing to be sad about it. Or maybe it was more that he wasn't sad at all, but had managed to convince himself that HE was the one keeping the emotions at bay. Point was, he was CHIPPER. After all, there would be many many MANY visits to his Head of House's office throughout the rest of the year. No need for sads.
Toby reached the door, knocked in his signature way, then stepped back and habitually glanced at the small table with the reading material, at the comic books in particular, which hadn't been updated in all the time he'd been at this school. It made him smile. Still spending the majority of his time doing his paperwork and answering letters from different institutes and the Rune Masters Association, Abraham fixed his reading glasses on his nose and looked up at the door. "It's open." He called out, Feo had gone on a walk with one of the students. |
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