 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
The headmistress was hastily making her way back to office in the hope that she would be there before her deputy head arrived. He had sent word that he wanted to speak with her, and Regina was a little thrown off by the short notice. Nonetheless, she was well prepared to meet with the man ... as long as he didn't show up in one of his ghastly ponchos.
She was about to mutter the password to her gargoyle, but the door adjacent from it caught her attention. The Eye of Horus was glowing, its shimmering alerting her that someone had been foolish enough to touch something inside the room and wound up being cursed. Naturally, the woman decided to go investigate. She was positive that the rash student was still in there, giggling uncontrollably or preventing from others seeing sardines swimming out of their nose. It served them right for touching things that didn't belong to them or even bothering to check if the items in the room had been cursed or not.
Her footsteps could be heard loud and clear as she made her way down the corridor. She normally would have paused to admire the hieroglyphs, though she was more interested in the sight she would find in the chamber. The clicking of her shoes stopped when she took in the old man, and she took great efforts to keep the muscles on her face from forming a grin and stifle a fit of laughter.
"Good evening, Paul," Regina stated, standing in front of him with crossed arms and a deadpan face. "I see you've changed your hairstyle."
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