 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
The headmistress' heels clicked and clacked loudly as she made her way into the Great Hall and up along the long stretch of one of the House tables. Fortunately for her, however, the noise was drowned out by the students that had already started getting settled in. Regina paid no attention to that simple fact: that some had already arrived, and she was just a little late due to finishing up a letter that needed to be owled immediately. Just a quick gaze up at the staff table put her mind at ease, considering most of her colleagues had yet to arrive themselves.
"Well, well, well..." she hummed as she stepped onto the dais, her eyes momentarily locking in on each of those present at the table. Instead of making her way around from the left, she decided to take the path around on the opposite side of the table.
"Good evening, Ignatius," she said to the Potions Master. Not another word was said though, since she didn't want to interrupt the man's reading too much. Then her eyes, a glimmer of sympathy in them, fell on the Muggle Studies professor. "And to you too, Kaysha."
She then proceeded to take her seat at her throne beside the Divination professor. "Hello, Laurel. Any predictions about what might happen this term that I should know about?"
Hands folded, her head shifted over the four tables and the door of the dining room. She honestly hoped that the students made quick work of getting to the seats and that the rest of her staff made an appearance.
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