 a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
Haraldur was usually among the last to arrive. Not only to the feasts but to everything. He normally blamed it on his old age and got away with it. But opening feasts, he could blame that on the first years (and he did). He had to deal with the boats and everything for them. Stressfullllll. Consequently; Not his fault. After having his broom returned to him, he did show up at the feast faster than he would if he'd been forced to walk there. Gracefully (for once) he hovered into the Great Hall, nodding and greeting students as he passed them. Another term, another Quidditch Cup. Life was good.
When he reached the Staff Dais he dismounted and leaned his broom against the back wall. "Evening Kaysha." He said, giving her a nod. He was actually pleased when he'd found out that she was returning. Maybe more so because he wasn't a fan of the idea of someone new coming in and claiming her job. He didn't like changes. And he got the broom back so eh. It was all good.
"Tristan, hello my boy." Haraldur gave the man a pat on the shoulder as Tristan was taking off his leather jacket. "Gaston, good evening, had a nice summer?" He greeted his colleagues.
He would greet Laurel and Regina later when he took his seat close to them. First, he'd have chat with Iggy. Iggy Nobes. The man. Friend. But Friend was busy with the paper. Haraldur didn't really care. He shuffled over anyway. "Good evening!" He dropped a heavy hand on Ignatius' shoulder to get his attention. "Ready for another term, my friend?" Haraldur placed his elbow on the back of Celestia's chair, not really daring to take his seat since the Transfiguration professor could show up at any second.
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