 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Her eyes were still locked on Scrimgeour, though out of her peripheral she did see the other men leave one by one. She paid no matter to them as it was the old man in front of her that she wanted to ensure got the message and departed without a fuss. Her body tensed as he slowly rose from the chair.
And all she could do in response to his final words was smile. Regina stifled a remark about stating how well his authority worked out, though she knew it would only add fuel to the fire. The deed had been done.
Her head moved with each step the man took, her body moving just so she could watch him make his way between the tables, through the large oak doors, and out of sight. A sigh of relief was had. Her part of their mission was complete. Now she could happily leave, on her own accord, knowing that Hogwarts would be in far better hands.
Regina turned her body once more to those remaining at the staff table and gave them all a soft smile and a courteous nod before she made her way around the table to resume the chair she once sat in. Might as well enjoy the view one last time.
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