 Melanie :)
When he wasn't teaching or giving extra lessons or even eating, Duncan was trying to get used to this gigantic display of old architecture that the British wizards liked to live and study in. Labyrinthine corridors and moving staircases followed him wherever he went but they were nothing compared to the feeling of familiarity and being lost at the same time.
Finally, he found himself in this room, one he'd taken note of many times before. Being a Potions Master, he was used to analysing things by their scent so it wasn't long before he found himself wrinkling his nose at the stench that clung to the air. It smelt old. It felt old. And there, faintly, was a smell of something that was both tangy and sweet at the same time. Deep sniff... pineapple?
He took out his wand and waved it in the air in an attempt to clear up some of the stench. Personal preference, you know. He didn't think Mel would like being asked to come to a room that didn't smell pleasantly. In fact, a glance at his watch - which had been adjusted to this timezone - told him that she should be arriving any minute now, granted that she wasn't lost. He'd made the specifications clear in the sealed letter he'd left on her desk: sixth floor corridor, office at the end of the corridor. As far as he knew, this was the only office on this side of the corridor. Though his eyes did linger on the doors that led off of this room as well.
... Huh.
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