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Originally Posted by Mohamed Sahnoun Once the last sortee gleefully walked to their table, the tall African rose from his seat. He slowly made his way around the table and made his way to the centre of the dais. When he arrived at the owl lecturn, he gazed upon each of the four House tables, his eyes shifting from a sea of red to yellow to blue and green. The usual smile that was on his face was still there as he waited patiently for everyone in the hall to temporarily end their conversations. Sahnoun knew that he wouldn’t have to wait long for their attention, especially since many of them knew what delicious delights would come after his speech. "Habari za jioni! Good evening! Welcome one and all to the beginning of a new school year at Hogwarts. Welcome back to those of you returning, and welcome to those of you who are new," the headmaster spoke, eyes glistening as they took in all of the young faces staring up at him. "For dose of you who do not yet know me, I am Mohamed Sahnoun. Dis is my second term as headmaster at dis legendary school, dough I taught Alchemy and was headmastah at Uagadou School of Magic for many years."
The man paused to let that introduction sink in to the newcomers. During this time his posture shifted and he gestured with one sweeping motion toward one side of the staff table and then the other. "You will see dat dere are many new faces joining me up on da staff dais dis evening." Another pause occurred as he made a motion for the new staff to rise from their seats, his dark eyes twinkling. "Everyone, please join me in welcoming our new professahs: Professah Sokolov, Ancient Runes; Professah Carraro, Arithmancy; Professah Burbage, who will be returning to her former Astronomy post; Professah Hernandez, Care of Magical Creatures; Professah Marchand, Charms; Professah Vance, Divination; Professah Newton, History of Magic; and Professah Riveroll, Transfiguration."
His hands clapped together for the new teaching staff. Mohamed led the applause for a few moments before he motioned for two others to also rise from their seats. "Also, give a warm welcome to our new healer and librarian: Ms. Miller and Ms. Davis," he added, leading another round of applause.
Once the new staff were seated, the man faced the students. "Now dat introductions have been taken care of, there is one more thing I would like to address," he stated with a slight nod of his head. The tone of his voice seemed more sombre now. "As I am sure some of you have read in da paper, a former professah and headmastah of dis school recently passed away. Although I sadly never had the chance of meeting him in person, I know dat some of you knew Professah Botros quite well. Out of respect, please stand for a moment of silence."
As he stood without saying a word, Sahnoun thought of the students who had the wonderful opportunity to know the man a professor, then he thought of those few in the hall with them who knew him best as their grandfather. Following a few minutes of quiet, the headmaster concluded, "Dis evening, our feast is dedicated in memory of Abraham Botros. May he find great joy on his journey beyond death, and may we be inspired by his deep-rooted passion for learning."
With a swift wave of his hand, the food for the night's feast appeared on all of the tables. Having no more to say, the African stepped away from the lecturn and returned to his seat. welcome officially to term 44 everyone
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