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James Draper, returning for another year of this madness. Were there regrets? Many. Any that he were willing to voice out loud? Not yet.
Without wasting a single moment, James made his way across the dais given nodding respectably at his fellow colleagues as he walked by. He didn't bother to stop and converse, not even with the new face. There'd be plenty of time to converse later or not. Honestly, James was happy with his small nonexistent circle of friends he had on staff. Friends weren't necessary anyways, this was a job. Not a party.
Continuing down the length of the table--as for some wretched reason his seat was at the other end--he only paused briefly to look at the cat sat at center table.
Interesting.
But James liked him or her already. Anyone that could make Aireyhead disappear like that was in James' good books.
Well done, cat. So far, the cat was his favorite member of staff. Everyone else had some serious work to do here. Most of them already had the term advantage and still they were lagging behind a house pet.
And finally reaching his seat (and NOT complaining about the empty seat that normally belonged to his spacey colleague), James took his seat and turned towards the other man sat near. "Evening, Julien," now.... Where the hell was Nana? He hadn't scared her off with his charming good looks after only one term, yeah?
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Lemon! |