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Kaos.Doodles 
More and more Professors were coming in. Filling up the empty seats and giving Everett a good look at his co-workers. He made a mental note to at least try to greet a few of them. "The house elves seem to have decided that cleaning is no longer needed." He said lightly to the female who had just sat down.
"Yes. Yes it seems so. They're not usually this bad, though. I hope there's nothing wrong." Isabelle stared down at her tainted drink, not looking up to find the source of the reply until she was speaking herself. Glancing down the table she spotted who she assumed was the man that had spoken to her. Giving him a smile, she nodded too.
"I'm sorry, didn't introduce myself. Isabelle Magnus, Transfiguration." She would have offered a hand, but he was too far away.
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PhoenixRising And there was another familiar face; not one from her school days, but rather from when she worked with her two years. Isabelle Magnus had returned and she looked .... splendid, actually. Something was different about her, though Hadley wasn't sure what.
Brief smile and another mental note of someone she would have to visit with soon.
...And just past him, right down the other end of the table, was Fina. The sight made Issy grin. It was nice to know that the person she had gotten to know well when she was last here, was still teaching. She wouldn't feel completely new all over again.
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sweetpinkpixie [...]
"Professor Magnus! It is fantastic to see you again," the forth year beamed.
And then something else caught her eye - just as the girl stopped in front of her and spoke.
"KURUMI!" Isabelle raised her voice a little louder than was probably necessary. A huge grin broke out across her face, just as her eyes travelled down the Gryffindor's robes. There was a badge. A gleaming red Prefect badge pinned to the girl.
"You've been made Prefect! OHHHH, that is wonderful! Congratuverylations!"
Isabelle was tempted to jump down from the dais and give the fourth year a hug, but figured Tate might not think it professional. Instead she clapped her hands together and just grinned like a mad lady.