 Stuck inside with Sirius | *Splish-Splash* | bamBAM | ☁ Spooktacular ☁
So much for making it to his seat without drawing too much attention to himself. If only he'd had the foresight to bring with him some bruise paste from home, he'd be walking totally normally right now. Alas, it was still in Oxford and he hadn't had enough time to brew a new batch before the feast. A good potion just couldn't be rushed.
Just his luck, really. Trying to do something nice ready for the first lesson tomorrow, and it came back to bite him. Next time he was going to send the kiddos to fetch the slugs themselves.
"Fine, thank you," he responded to Laurel curtly, his voice still gruff. And he'd barely made two steps further along the table when the Defence Professor had asked him the same question. He withheld a groan in the Headmistress' presence, and instead attempted a smile. It wasn't entirely successful; he didn't give them often. Not since...well, not for a long time. "Thank you, Roderik. And I'll be better once I've sat down."
So...if he could just make it down to his end of the table without further interruptions, that'd be great.
Of course, by the time he'd got along the table to his chair, his end of the table had filled in rather. Having said that, from Ignatius' point of view, it was perhaps the more good looking end, if one chose to look past Charles's eccentricity. And he did. Maybe small talk wouldn't be so bad. "Ev'ning, Celestia, Kaysha" he greeted to the ladies either side of him as he pulled out his seat. "All set for the new year?"
And where was Myers? He needed to check with the Herbologist about some ingredients he needed later in the term.
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