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Oh goodness gracious, Simran had somehow managed to forget to set her alarm. She'd always been a night owl, which often meant that she took naps in the day, but rarely did she ever sleep through to dinner. And on the first day of term as well, how embarrassing.
Scurrying quickly past the entrance hall and students, midnight blue saree rippling with the movements, she slid up to the dais just in time to see the headmaster himself re-enter the room.
Simran sat herself down quickly and smiled almost apologetically at those on her end of the table. "Apologies," she said. "There were... unforeseen circumstances. I'm Professor Simran Sandhu, Astronomy." It had most certainly been unforeseen that her clock would malfunction – but it did not surprise her. No, indeed, she would simply have to tinker a little more with it and ensure it didn't interfere with the magic in the castle.
And then the lovely lady at the end of the table sneezed. "Oh my stars!" exclaimed the older woman, eyes widened, fanning herself. "Bless you, dear." And she would certainly hope this was not contagious.
Oh, and to be just in time for the speech! Simran clasped her hands together in delight – if there was one thing she recalled from her days here at Hogwarts, it was that the food came shortly after the speech was made. She nodded in acknowledgement of her name, and smiled at the others who were new to the dais. It seemed that her entire side of the table had not been teaching last term, how quaint!
And now, they would feast! Her first since she graduated 66 years ago. Oh, how time seemed to fly when one was in a relative frame of reference! |