 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Their sixth year as DADA professor, each as memorable as the last. It was safe to say that Dhruv was in high anticipation of what the new academic year would hold for them. There was a fifty-fifty chance it would be as eventful as the summer had been; with Hogwarts one can never tell. It was with those thoughts that they had arrived at the Great Hall for the Start-of-term Feast. Unsurprisingly, Dhruv was among the first to be there.
As Dhruv approached their seat, and Ean obviously, peering at the page which Ean was reading. “Ms. McLeod seems to be outdoing herself recently,’’ they remarked as they took their seat, a hand purposely but subtly brushing against Ean’s arm in the process. “She was quite a dedicated student from what I remember from her final year.” It had been the same year that they and Ean had started teaching at Hogwarts. And the only reason Dhruv knew about Aria’s and Akello’s domination of the published gossip was because of their memories of Aria here. |