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Sylvie gave her surroundings a quite glance as she entered the Great Hall and moved toward her seat. It had been years since she had last been in that room, let alone the castle. It was surreal for her, but the feeling would lessen over time. She was pretty sure of it, yes it was the newness of her position that made her feel as so.
Coming upon the staff table, Sylvie offered as nod to all that were there. She was still rather new and was still unsure as to how she was to greet some of her new colleagues. It wasn't the first time she had met many of them. No, she had memories of some from her time as a student, but that was some thirteen years ago. How does one truly greet someone that you hadn't seen in such a long time?
Pondering the thought in her head, she slide into her seat and let her eyes wander the hall as the children began to flow through the doors. |