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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch  After recieving an especially clear and almost demanding prediction Professor Vance could be seen stepping up on the porch outside Mr Baldvinssons hut carrying a warm apple pie, on a late october, sunday afternoon. She shared an acquaintance with the senior man and sought to explore it further, could it perhaps turn into a friendship?
Juggling with the apple pie Laurel extended a hand to knock, knock on the hut door. She took a few step's backwards as she waited for her colleague to open his door. Hopefully he was in and not out in the Forbidden Forest or somewhere completing his groundskeeping duties. Haraldur was usually found somewhere on the Grounds, tending to the Pathways or occasionally wandering the Forbidden Forest. When Laurel knocked on his door however, he was inside, busy looking over a practice that one of his Captain’s wanted his comments on. He gave the parchment one last glance before moving from the table towards the door, hoping someone hadn’t put dungbombs in the Broomshed again.
”Laurel?” He raised his eyebrows surprised when he spotted her before his eyes landed on what she was carrying. Could it be…? He did two little (hopefully) subtle sniffs in the air. Apples. Definitely. ”What a pleasant surprise.” Indeed. ”I was just looking over some practices. Would you like to come inside?” He was 99% sure he had some tea to offer her and he could do with a little break from Quidditch.
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