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Magical Soul · 10-29-2015, 06:30 PM

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Originally Posted by Hera

The whole switching shoes thing had confused him, but he learnt quickly that these 'rules' were to be followed, the sensation of not being able to control where his legs went was not one he liked. The rest of the trek had been pleasant enough though.

It was strange being in here, everything felt like it belonged in a museum. It was... olden.

Hazel eyes scanning EVERYTHING, Zeke approached Botros' office door and knocked before sticking his head in. "Headmaster Botros?" he asked tentatively. Could he come in now? He would have glanced quickly at a clock, but he didn't seem to find one... the portraits and other things were distractions enough from the task. And look! The sorting hat!

Botros was sitting on the armchair by the fireplace to the right of the door. His feet were propped up on the small stool in front of him. He heard someone go up the steps to his office and he expected a professor, but apparently not. He fixed his glasses and tapped them to turn them to regular instead of reading to see the Gryffindor boy clearly. "Hello, dear. Come in," he motioned for him with his hand and pointed at the couch next to his chair by the fireplace. "Can I help you with something?"

10-29-2015, 06:30 PM	#8 (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 Hera The whole switching shoes thing had confused him, but he learnt quickly that these 'rules' were to be followed, the sensation of not being able to control where his legs went was not one he liked. The rest of the trek had been pleasant enough though. It was strange being in here, everything felt like it belonged in a museum. It was... olden. Hazel eyes scanning EVERYTHING, Zeke approached Botros' office door and knocked before sticking his head in. "Headmaster Botros?" he asked tentatively. Could he come in now? He would have glanced quickly at a clock, but he didn't seem to find one... the portraits and other things were distractions enough from the task. And look! The sorting hat! Botros was sitting on the armchair by the fireplace to the right of the door. His feet were propped up on the small stool in front of him. He heard someone go up the steps to his office and he expected a professor, but apparently not. He fixed his glasses and tapped them to turn them to regular instead of reading to see the Gryffindor boy clearly. "Hello, dear. Come in," he motioned for him with his hand and pointed at the couch next to his chair by the fireplace. "Can I help you with something?"