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Magical Soul · 09-06-2015, 08:26 PM

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

It was with mixed feelings that Sabel had made his way up to the Headmaster's office. Mixed feelings of the topic of conversation that they were about to have, all muddled in with past memories and their associated emotions. Needless to say, it was an uncomfortable mix.

And given that the current Headmaster was a good deal older than himself, Sabel once again felt like a child in trouble for one thing or another, as he made his way up the steps after giving the gargoyles the pass-phrase. A much bigger child, but child all the same.

Huffing out a breath of air, Sabel shook the thoughts free. He would hardly be able to make a good argument if his brain was muddled with this and that.

Out of courtesy, he rapped his knuckles against the door before admitting himself. He almost cracked a grin at the portrait of Truebridge, forgetting for a brief moment that she was no longer the big cahoots in Hogwarts. And with that reminder, the office felt all of a sudden very unfamiliar.

He hadn't spent much time getting to know Botros the previous year, and now he was rather regretting it.

Botros was kneeling in one of the office's many corners, dusting off some books as he looked for a reference to help him in the paperwork scattered on his big desk, that was when professor Dakest walked in.

The old professor stood up, his glasses a bit askew and two big dusty books in his large hands. "Ah! Hello professor," he gave his pleasantry smile and ducked his head in the bookshelf one last time before emerging with a third book. "Great timing, I was just about to make myself some tea and open that box of biscuits my daughter sent. Would you like to join me?" He was at his desk on top of the small stairs, dropping off the three dirty books for later. Botros pushed back his glasses on his nose, to look at the young man clearer.

09-06-2015, 08:26 PM	#3 (permalink)
Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,517 x6	Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani It was with mixed feelings that Sabel had made his way up to the Headmaster's office. Mixed feelings of the topic of conversation that they were about to have, all muddled in with past memories and their associated emotions. Needless to say, it was an uncomfortable mix. And given that the current Headmaster was a good deal older than himself, Sabel once again felt like a child in trouble for one thing or another, as he made his way up the steps after giving the gargoyles the pass-phrase. A much bigger child, but child all the same. Huffing out a breath of air, Sabel shook the thoughts free. He would hardly be able to make a good argument if his brain was muddled with this and that. Out of courtesy, he rapped his knuckles against the door before admitting himself. He almost cracked a grin at the portrait of Truebridge, forgetting for a brief moment that she was no longer the big cahoots in Hogwarts. And with that reminder, the office felt all of a sudden very unfamiliar. He hadn't spent much time getting to know Botros the previous year, and now he was rather regretting it. Botros was kneeling in one of the office's many corners, dusting off some books as he looked for a reference to help him in the paperwork scattered on his big desk, that was when professor Dakest walked in. The old professor stood up, his glasses a bit askew and two big dusty books in his large hands. "Ah! Hello professor," he gave his pleasantry smile and ducked his head in the bookshelf one last time before emerging with a third book. "Great timing, I was just about to make myself some tea and open that box of biscuits my daughter sent. Would you like to join me?" He was at his desk on top of the small stairs, dropping off the three dirty books for later. Botros pushed back his glasses on his nose, to look at the young man clearer.