 Stuck inside with Sirius | *Splish-Splash* | bamBAM | ☁ Spooktacular ☁
His brow was no less furrowed than usual, and yet there was a healthy glow about Noble's complexion as he made his way towards the staff table. His tour of southern Italy and weekends watching the cricket had left more than a hint of a tan, and he was wearing a striking new charcoal robe procured whilst on his travels. The robe was deceptively simple in design, the detail in the asymmetric shaping of the cuffs and collar, and the flow of the fabric as he strode over the stone floor showing off its true quality.
Relaxing, his break had certainly been. And without a hungry pink rodent in sight. He'd even had chance to overhaul part of the potions curriculum he'd found lacking in approach.
"Evening," he greeted his colleagues as he arrived at the table, taking in the new faces already there. There had been quite the staff turnover since he'd first arrived at this table four years ago. More than he'd expected, honestly. He moved to take his seat, as ever not in the mood for small talk. Maybe he could chat about the weekend's quidditch with Colin once the Scot stopped failing to try woo the, er, lassies.
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