 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
With the first of the challenges on the way, Regina had been keeping to her office finalising details when not making her appearances at the feast or doing her magic with runes in the classroom. This was one of those days where she had been cooped up in her office, responding to owls and sticking her head in green flames. Specifics needed to be relayed onto various departments of the Ministry, the Board needed to be notified about some logistics, and she had to get the Prophet off her case by doing an interview with them about the competition. All in a day's work.
The headmistress had just set aside a piece of parchment when one of the photographs on her desk caught her eye. Not the one of her in the tomb, but the one next to it -- the one with a baby wrapped in a blanket being held by a man that had been cropped off. A sigh left her body. That little girl was now a teenager, one who was now visiting her school, one who apparently wouldn't see her in spite of being summoned hours ago.
Another parchment, the next in the pile, was grabbed as the woman looked away. Memories were flooding back in her mind, which she had tried so hard to flush out because they were the ones that tore her apart.
Minutes later, she heard the gargoyle guarding her office move aside. It was at that moment the parchment was set down. Regina then rose from her chair and placed a hand on the edge of her desk, waiting for the door to open.
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