 Dumbledore's Licorice Snaps Chipotle!
Completely over-confident and prepared, Amanda Vanalda waltzed down to the Department Head's Office. Clad in long, flowing deep purple robes, still with her travelling cloak over it, Amanda looked quite stunning in her own opinion. She had her quill tucked behind her ear, and her hair done in a tight bun, just for the first day. Though she was certainly still less than happy about having to quit her job in Austrailia, she remained optimistic. This is a new experience! she told herself, and chuckled silently to herself. She was always one for new experiences, having tried out teaching, inventing, working with magical creatures, dragons, among many others, before winding up here.
As she approached the door, she knocked once, and waited to meet her Department's Head, examining the elegant handwriting on the door.
__________________ Have at thee!
But who's that ghost who keeps walking by my door?
Tell me, how long could you hang on to a word?
Who do you carry the torch for, my young man? |