 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Dhruv had suggested Ean not to obsess with those events, that it was in the past. But at the same time, they understood why he wanted to check the papers ever so often. Now seated, they focused their gaze on the rest of the pages that the paper was currently open to. “She was rather helpful. It’s nice to see her doing so well for herself now.” As was the case of many, many students that had passed through Hogwarts. Dhruv collected the paper, opening it up to the sports section. “Rubber ducks?” they asked with a chuckle. “Another edition or another publishing will say it’s actually ceramic swans or something of the sort.” Honestly, the silliness that was written at times. Dhruv did not envy anyone who’s life was forced into the usually critical public’s eyes. “Reckon we’ll have any more dramatics involving the Sorting Hat like we did last year?” Dhruv was referring to the incident involving Paul Rocker last year.
Their remaining colleagues were filing in now and Dhruv made sure to return each of their greetings. First up was the new Herbology professor. “Good evening,’’ Dhruv replied kindly because the poor guy clearly was nervous. They hoped that he would be able to settle in comfortably and be at ease soon. “Hello, Hady.” There was always a bright smile for one of their closest friends. “I’ll tell you all about it later,’’ they added to Ean’s words. The DADA professor's attention was drawn to the clashing colours approaching the table. Of course it was Apollonia with her outrageous colour combos {the good sort}. They returned her wave then greeted the next arrival. Obviously they did not know just what Marion was thinking about them and Ean but Dhruv would have been highly amused, though… her constant winks did the job too. “Good evening, Marion,’’ they replied, thinking yet again how interesting it is to have a ghost as a colleague this term. Their lips twitched in a smile at Ean’s twist on the compliment. An eyebrow was arched at the mention of the gnomes and when his gaze met Ean’s. Dhruv would be more than happy to render help to Hady if need be.
Greetings were returned to Amelia, Jeorge, Norman and finally, Wilbur. The pat to the shoulder was acknowledged and upon hearing about jams and marmalades, echoed the sentiments of the others. “Thank you, Wilbur. That’s thoughtful.” |