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Although Haraldur, along with the rest of staff, had already had plenty of time to study the objects from the Great Lake; he still felt the need to make a detour to the Great Hall for another look. Plus, he had to check that everything was in order. He did not trust or even particularly like the Ministry, so of course he had to double-check that the whole treasure along with the tapestry was there for the students to see. The old man made his way there, on foot for once, with his winter boots leaving snowy marks on the stone floor. Once entering the chamber, he shuffled up to the tapestry at the end of the room and brushed some snow out of the red feathers on his head. He stopped at the first story panel, reached into his pocket to fish out some peanuts and frowned at the tapestry in front of him.
He had a little while before he had to resume his groundskeeping duties, which allowed him to linger with the bag of peanuts in front of the tapestry for a few more minutes. Honestly, it interested him. Not as much as soaring above white, snowy mountains in Iceland interested him but ya know, interesting enough to eat peanuts in front of.
Crunch, crunch.
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