 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Ten healthy and luscious-looking fir trees had already been delivered to the Great Hall where Norman was waiting, and Dhruv was now guiding the remaining two via magic to join their counterparts. Each was set down carefully at the remaining allotted spots; eleven had been set around the perimeter of the Hall while one sat behind the Staff table. For now, the trees were bare but that would soon be changing. Dhruv could not not help but anticipate the aftermath of the students’ - and professors’ - hard work of decorating the trees.
They joined Norman at the front of the Hall, enjoying the scent the fir trees emitted that joined the aroma of the goodies that had been laid out for those who would be there for the festivities. “All we need are the students now,’’ they remarked cheerfully. Which was about all the DADA professor had time to say before the arrivals began trickling in. |