 a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
After a looooooooooooo00000000ooOooo00ng inner debate spent in the Hut on whether to actually show up or not, Haraldur was hovering up the stairs to the seventh floor. One hand on the broom, the other cradling a big bowl of peanuts. Because they were supposed to bring food and there wasn't a party without peanuts.
He didn't usually attend these kind of get-togethers (especially if he wasn't officially invited) but since he was so cool, hip and down with the kids (right?) he decided to make an appearance. Reaching the seventh floor, he dismounted before entering the Room of Requirement. Inside were kids (ready to party, heyoo) and a Gaston. That was nice, he wasn't the only adult.
"Gaston!" He exclaimed and gave the man a pat on the shoulder. "I didn't know you were such a party animal?" Get... Get it? Because he was the Head of the Lions. And... And they were at a party. All right, his banter could be better but honestly he just felt incredibly out of place.
He greeted the students present, almost knocking over a plate of macarons he suspected the Charms professor had brought. "I... I have peanuts." He announced as he reluctantly let go of the ridiculous bowl of nuts and placed it on the table. "Help yourselves!" He smiled at Bel, Gunnar and Rylee.
"Stasya." He smiled when he spotted her. "I won't embarrass you and stay for too long but I have..." He reached around in the many pockets of his feather lined robes in search of his gift. "I have something. It's not wrapped or anything." From his inner pocket, he pulled out a large framed, moving photograph of a wintery landscape. "It's a photograph I took of Kirkjufell many, many years ago." He shifted his weight awkwardly. "I thought you'd might like it." Which was the final reason to why he decided to show up in the first place.
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