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Finneas Schmoe usually stayed away from the Staff Room if he could help it. Aside from the occasional mandatory meeting and urgent mid-day nap, he usually scurried right past the door. It was intimidating, y'know? And he wasn't a very intimidating man. He was usually out of place in such a room.
This time, however, he needed PEACE. Any other room would be too accessible by students (who were the last people that Finneas wanted to see right now) and while locking himself in his office sounded like the right idea, there was always the chance that he'd hear a knock on his door. So alas, here he was. Closing the door to the staff room behind him and making way to one of the couches at the end of the--
Ah. Company.
Something else Finneas did not particularly want at the moment. He gave Professor Williamson a tired look, before SLUMPING into the armchair opposite of the creatures professor. If only Finneas could simply melt into the chair and never have to teach a class of rowdy adolescents ever again. It had been a rough day.
.... Pygmy puff?
No. He wasn't even going to question it.
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