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As much as returning to Hogwarts felt like returning home for a quantity of the students, Apollonia herself felt most at peace when she had stepped through those doors and settled back into life as an educator. Nowhere else did she feel happier than on the first floor where her office, classroom and her pride of joy in the form of the costume closet was located.
It was there that the Professor could be found today, strolling along the racks of costumes and checking them over for damage. She trusted the students but there was no doubt that general wear and tear from their everyday use was inevitable and she was responsible for fixing any holes for the next student - With magic of course, Fergersnout was terrible with a sewing needle and the likely outcome of any attempt at handsewing would be worse than it started as.
Satisfied that there was nothing to correct, she was temporarily distracted by the fake plastic skull sat on the shelf amongst the other props. Like a moth drawn to a flame, the History of Magic Professor picked it up, held it aloft and faced it towards her. “To be or not to be, that is the question” she spoke over-theatrically to herself.
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