So like... Dora wasn't early, right?

Right.

She was JUST on time. On time in her jeans and hoodie and trainers, yah? ABSOLUTELY! The blonde beamed as she bounced (almost) down to the pasture. There was not much Dor loved more than the fresh, Scotland air this time of year. Mean... it wasn't too hot and muggy anymore. It began to cool and the greens were tinged brown, right?

Smiling at the ridiculously, distractingly, BEAUTIFUL (but not Casper Greenwood) professor, The Gryffindor greeted the man, "Good day, sir. Hope you're finding Hogwarts alright, yeah?! "

Yep.

But like... if he did find Hoggies kind of poo his first year teaching there... then Dora Kennedy Umbridge totally GOT IT. And she would be there for him.

Yeah.

Maybe.

But Sheesh look at his face.

HIIIII.

Finally, the sixth year moved to perch on a bale of hay like... toward the FURTHEST PART OF THE PROF.

ugh.