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The barest of smiles curled on Noble's lips as he read through the report, and he allowed himself a discrete fist pump and murmured "Get in there lads!". A 3-0 win was a triumph indeed, although he was sorely disappointed to have missed being there in person. If they reached the third round proper, he planned to be pitch-side. For now though, he moved to the other major results, and it was as he was turning the page that the Headmistress caught his eye. Noble nodded, lowering his paper slightly as a matter of courtesy. "Likewise, Regina." And Laurel had asked him a question, hadn't she? "Depends on your definition of warm," he responded with a grunt. As for the other Professor present: Noble ignored Kay's attempts to catch his eye after Hawthorne had passed, instead quickly reverting his gaze to the paper.
...only to be disturbed a few minutes later by the Charms Professor. "And to you, Gaston. How's the family doing?" He didn't really care all that much for the answer, but small talk seemed to be a requisite of feasts. It also helped that he found Gaston far less irritable than most of the other staff members down that end of the table.
And it seemed Curtains hadn't got the hint with the newspaper either. With a bit of a huff, he started to fold it closed. How in a rat's fart was he meant to know where Hirsch was? "Not the foggiest," he replied, a bitter tone in his voice. He didn't particularly care, either. He still had opinions on Hirsch's capabilities as a DADA professor.
His mood soured, it was probably a good job Noble couldn't read Haruldur's mind right about now. Any of those names was risking a flared temper. As was, Noble just gave a wry chuckle. "You're early," he replied by way of greeting, well aware of the flying instructor's reputation for tardiness by now. A smirk curled on his lips. "Wasn't expecting you for at least another half hour. Don't tell me all the kiddos made it across in one dry piece?" How disappointing. He wouldn't have minded at all if one of them had given the Icelandic man a hard time...just some fuel to add to the light jibing that would inevitably happen over the coming term. "Always ready, I am, Haruldur. You'd be better asking the students if they're ready for me." Going by last year's reactions, he doubted it. "You?"
He turned slightly in his seat, now catching Paul in the corner of his eye. Noble let out a low wolf whistle as he walked past, the velvet not to his taste, but certainly quite the statement. Someone was dressed to impress at his last opening feast. "Same to you, old man," Noble replied, leaning back in his chair to not have to talk through Kaysha. He definitely wouldn't mind engaging the Herbology professor in conversation; he'd been inspired by his trip to Paul's vineyards, and had a couple of ideas he wanted to follow up on. First though, more important business. "You're looking dressed for a night on the town. Pub later?" he asked, making it known his invitation included the groundskeeper too. After Paul had got the Badgers settled, of course.
Regina's request in her speech to not stay up...er, out...too late didn't apply to staff, right?
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