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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch Laurel enjoyed socializing with her co-workers. Inviting them into the sanctuary that was her office where she spent many hours seering and preparing for classes was still though a little scary she admitted silently to herself. Caroleena though didn't seem to dislike her office decor and furniture and that was a big plus in the making friends department.
Focusing on getting the tea water ready Laurel said with a kind glance over her shoulder. "I'm a green tea fan too. Orange tea has never grown on me." Meaning she just didn't like it. When the tea water was finally ready, Laurel added two teacups and biscuits to the tray and headed over to her little seating group of comfy chairs and a table in the middle and motioned Caroleena to join her.
Taking a seat, Laurel sat back after pouring herself a cup of green tea and focused on Caroleen. "So, how do you like teaching here? Did you go to Hogwarts in your school years?" The blonde woman kept looking around the office. "This is a very interesting decor you have here" her hands just gestured towards the whole room. "Not in a bad way though." she was very into people expressing themselves through any form of art. "Eh, I used to hate orange tea, it's a taste that I was able to get used to and I ended up liking." Though right now she had wished she had hated it seeing as orange tea was her ex-husband's favorite. Caroleena walked over towards the table as soon as the tea was ready, she took a seat in the empty chair. "Teaching here is different." Leena shrugs slightly with a nod. "I'm not exactly used to having students talk back to me that for sure." it was very disrespectful. "I was here a very long time ago." She had graduated about thirty years ago at this point. "I was sorted into Slytherin." she wondered if people had a hard time figuring out what house she had been in.
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