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Apollonia had not once in her life been described as ‘fashionable’, not even when she was a young tadpole swimming her way through her own education at Hogwarts. Despite the requisite for wearing her Hufflepuff uniform, she would often be seen in brightly coloured spectacles or over-the-top hair accessories that were certainly not ‘of the time’ and aged her unnecessarily. Not that she was bothered by any comments made towards her, Fergersnout was unapologetically Fergersnout. “Oh this dusty old thing?” she chuckled, pretending to wipe off a speck of dirt from the eccentric robes. “Hogwarts could always do with a splash of colour, don’t you think?” she asked Dhruv. He’d certainly need his sunglasses when she was around.
The other Professors who had nodded a greeting towards her received one in return. It was more of a tip of the feathery hat than a nod, a formality that her fellows were likely to be used to by now. Amelia, who was located on the other side of their brand new table companion, was equally against the drab and dreary traditionalism of Hogwarts and was sporting a fantastic robe of her own. The History of Magic Professor nodded towards her approvingly. “About as ready as an overspilling cauldron.” That was to say that she was more than prepared for the year ahead, not that her ‘preparation’ was quite up to scratch as some of the more organised Professors and seemed to often take a detour from their original intention. Nevertheless she was ready.
Norman came next and the characteristic nod from Apollonia was the greeting although this time a bright pink feather floated off from her hat and landed in her thankfully empty goblet. “It was splendiferous!” she replied, choosing not to go into more detail quite yet in case anything were to go awry during the feast as was the instance last time.
Wilber, of course, broke the pleasantries with his idea of a stand-up routine. His jokes often fell flat amongst the staff but there was no harm in humouring him. “I have no idea” And neither did anyone else by the silence (with the exception of Dhruv’s comment which flew straight over Fergersnout’s head).
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