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Con_Stripes · 01-02-2011, 10:25 AM

Professor Ethan Truebridge, complete with the usual dark glasses, walked into the Great Hall, the double doors opening before him ponderously, perhaps wondering if the man would ‘exit’ through the window like he had once before, saving said door from the necessity of opening again.

He paused on the threshold and looked to the Dais.

Ah.

Well that was a thing, wasn’t it? Sitting in what would be his new spot, wouldn’t be simple, not for the man who saw how things used to be, and who used to sit where and… why was there a man in Max’s seat?

It smelled of ministry in here and yet… not. A puzzle for another day, for another brain. Rather than head to the staff table, Truebridge turned his attention to one that was far more constant, and felt more like home. The Slytherin table, naturally.

Those who were first year when he last taught at Hogwarts would be third years now, and many students had graduated of course. There were still hundreds of familiar faces at all four tables, and he remembered the names too, but it was Slytherin he was interested in at that moment.

He stood quietly, just observing. Had they kept their spirit? Had they kept their pride and ambition and not let it waste away like he had found after his return from Azkaban?

More importantly perhaps, had Lafay set any more of them on fire? And why were there so many students from other houses there, interrupting all the green?

Slytherins. Friendly bunch.

01-02-2011, 10:25 AM	#177 (permalink)
Con_Stripes Mooncalf Join Date: May 2008 Location: GMT +12 or 13 Posts: 7,031 Hogwarts RPG Name: Oz Thickey Sixth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Leon Odessa	The Eye of Sauron \| Zan-y \| Snake Charmer Professor Ethan Truebridge, complete with the usual dark glasses, walked into the Great Hall, the double doors opening before him ponderously, perhaps wondering if the man would ‘exit’ through the window like he had once before, saving said door from the necessity of opening again. He paused on the threshold and looked to the Dais. Ah. Well that was a thing, wasn’t it? Sitting in what would be his new spot, wouldn’t be simple, not for the man who saw how things used to be, and who used to sit where and… why was there a man in Max’s seat? It smelled of ministry in here and yet… not. A puzzle for another day, for another brain. Rather than head to the staff table, Truebridge turned his attention to one that was far more constant, and felt more like home. The Slytherin table, naturally. Those who were first year when he last taught at Hogwarts would be third years now, and many students had graduated of course. There were still hundreds of familiar faces at all four tables, and he remembered the names too, but it was Slytherin he was interested in at that moment. He stood quietly, just observing. Had they kept their spirit? Had they kept their pride and ambition and not let it waste away like he had found after his return from Azkaban? More importantly perhaps, had Lafay set any more of them on fire? And why were there so many students from other houses there, interrupting all the green? Slytherins. Friendly bunch.