 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Being one of the first to arrive at the School's Feasts really was something the DADA professor was used to by now. They had come to appreciate the quiet before the Hall became filled with chatter and the clink of cutlery against plates. They took their designated spot at the Staff table, smiling a bit at the Slytherin colours that adorned the place; yes, they were rather thrilled with their old House's performance this term as well. Then again, Dhruv couldn't really consider it as an 'old house' when they were always going to be a Slytherin at heart, right?
With the school year practically over, Dhruv was looking forward to heading home for a bit before embarking on other plans for the summer. Even professors needed a break from academics, after all. |