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Crumple-Horned Snorkack
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year x5 x3
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Originally Posted by Lottiepot Apollonia had not meant to be quite so loud with her operatic humming as she strolled her way through the main doors of Hogwarts but it’s dramatic melody was bouncing it’s way off the stone walls and reverberating it’s way through the entrance hall.
It was a safe assumption to make that Professor Fergersnout was in a particularly good mood that day, not that she was often spotted without a pleasant expression on her face. She was on her way towards the grand staircase when she halted near some of the portraits on the wall to greet them with a quick nod. It must’ve felt quite the lonely existence within the confines of a frame and often ignored by the numerous students, a shame really considering that the portraits had seen so much history throughout Hogwarts that they were full of wonderful gossip to tune into. The least she could do was say good morning before moving on.
Back to the humming she proceeded, taking the first few steps up towards the arched windows. Things were getting to be busy around the castle, although Giselle didn’t mind it. Aside from the times she had barely enough time between classes that she had to dash from one end of the castle or another. Thankfully, she’d had a bit of a break and as such, she had decided to let her cat out of her room for a bit of a jaunt. Maybe she’d head out to see Professor Paton, just for a visit. Not anything creature-related, aside from her guess that the professor would enjoy seeing Mysaria. She didn’t think there was a CoMC lesson scheduled right now.
Except she got a bit distracted by the sound of someone humming operatically, and the melody very much reminded her of mum and her violin. Well, and ballet, but that was different. Even so, the petite brunette and light-colored feline had changed their intended path, only to discover the new HoM professor as the source. Honestly, she ought to have guessed, but the Slytherin smiled. “Do the portraits enjoy opera?”, she asked, falling into step beside her and scooping Mysaria up so the cat wouldn’t find something to go after.
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