 a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
Ah, finally the season of snow was upon them. Sure, it meant a lot of work on the grounds with all the snow but it was finally the temperature at where he felt comfortable. Haraldur shuffled over the grounds from the hut to where the divination lesson would take place. He was wearing a big, furry coat to keep him warm and it dragged after him in the snow.
"Hello, kids!" He announced as he closed in on the group of students. Did they really think there would be a big fire on his grounds without him present? His grounds... That wasn't technically correct but who liked technicalities anyway?
"Miss Vance, good morning to you." He smiled at her and walked over to where she was standing. He didn't sit down next to the students, mainly because he would take up too many blankets that were meant for the kiddos. "Beautiful morning."
Yes. He was in a good mood. Class outside in the snow! What a time to be alive.
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