 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Hogwarts. The man hadn't stepped foot within the walls of the castle since ... well, Colin honestly couldn't remember. Even with his special visits to the school when he was playing Quidditch professionally, that was many, many years ago. Nevertheless, being there was quite nostalgic. Though he couldn't pinpoint the last time he had stepped foot within the school grounds, he still had fond memories of the place.
After walking beside the length of the Gryffindor table, the Flying instructor stepped onto the staff dais and took in the sight of the two ladies already seated there. Now, what were their names again?
Mentally he was sifting through names and trying to pair one to a face as he made his way around the staff table. However, he soon gave up on trying. Truth be told, his priorities fell on other things he deemed more important, like Quidditch, fan mail, his family, and so on.
Regardless, he did greet them both, letting that heavy, loud Scottish accent ooze right out of his mouth as he sat in the seat right next to the headmaster's seat (whether that was by coincidence or the boss man just wanted to bask in the essence of the renowned Hot Scot, he would go to his grave claiming the latter). "Good ev'nin', lassies. How are yeh both doin'?"
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