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potterobsessionist · 04-29-2017, 09:52 PM

It was too warm to wear 45 layers and a fur coat. Haraldur realized this, as he wore 45 layers and a fur coat.

To avoid any unneccessary walking, the now former Ranger had decided to grab his trusted broom; Månjägaren, and simply fly up from his Hut to the castle. He slowly hovered through the Great Hall up to the Staff table, humming an old tune to himself. The feathers on his head swayed slightly but never moved out of place, if they could hold against the strong wind when he was soaring across Svalbard; they would hold for an Opening Feast.

Some of the other professors were already there. It wasn't like he'd forgotten their names... Actually, that's exactly what he'd done. He'd forgotten all of them. Names were a hassle, with or without previous encounters with bludgers to the head.

Haraldur came to a halt and stepped off his broom. "Yes, yes, hello." The ~~65-year old~~ Groundskeeper and Flying instructor waved his hand a little in greeting to the other professors.

He had to admit he was curious about Hogwarts and the different houses. It was very different from Durmstrang. But most of all he was curious about the food.

Now, where was it?

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potterobsessionist DMAC & MO Doxy Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: Sweden [GMT+1] Posts: 5,865 Diagon Alley Proprietor: Stella Marie Reed Daily Prophet News Reporter	a bit of madness is key \| miss chanandler bong \| those cunning folks use any means It was too warm to wear 45 layers and a fur coat. Haraldur realized this, as he wore 45 layers and a fur coat. To avoid any unneccessary walking, the now former Ranger had decided to grab his trusted broom; Månjägaren, and simply fly up from his Hut to the castle. He slowly hovered through the Great Hall up to the Staff table, humming an old tune to himself. The feathers on his head swayed slightly but never moved out of place, if they could hold against the strong wind when he was soaring across Svalbard; they would hold for an Opening Feast. Some of the other professors were already there. It wasn't like he'd forgotten their names... Actually, that's exactly what he'd done. He'd forgotten all of them. Names were a hassle, with or without previous encounters with bludgers to the head. Haraldur came to a halt and stepped off his broom. "Yes, yes, hello." The ~~65-year old~~ Groundskeeper and Flying instructor waved his hand a little in greeting to the other professors. He had to admit he was curious about Hogwarts and the different houses. It was very different from Durmstrang. But most of all he was curious about the food. Now, where was it? __________________