 a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
This year he was early. This year... He was unfortunately walking up to the Great Hall. If he wasn't able to use his favorite broom, he wouldn't use any broom.
Which was why Haraldur started his walk up to the castle with good time to spare. He was so early in fact, he was one of the first arriving staff members.
He gave his colleagues a wave as he approached them. "Evening everyone, good evening." He said, as he walked the few last heavy steps up to the staff dais. "Hello Kaysha, how are you, dear?" He patted Kalen twice, hard on his shoulder. "Kalen, my boy." Because he always liked the kid.
"Laurel, góða kvöldið." He gave her a warm smile, as his Icelandic naturally came to him.
He was in a good mood. He usually didn't join the others for chit-chat (because he was never early and always waiting for the food to arrive). But he made an exception today. Opening feasts were his favorite and he had a good feeling this year would be a great one. He had four strong captains and a year of Quidditch ahead of him.
Yes, he was in a good mood.
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