When you say it was sixty years later, it sounds way too long but Ab's eyes recognized every corridor, every corner out the grounds, and even the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall. The seventy something man climbed the few steps to the dais, leaning on his ever-so-useful cane and making sure to keep his back straight. It seemed to bend on its own with time, but not when he willed it not to. He took a second to glance at his co-staffers, a smile starting to brighten his face. They were so… lively.

He fixed his favorite pocket hanky and moved, not hurriedly, toward the loooooong table. Merlin, how was he supposed to greet and introduce himself to all those? He should've applied more ointment on his knees. You know... so they didn't squeak or jam. "Good evening fellows," An extra beaming toward Ethan's wife, she was bright and pretty as always. Not too red or pinkish today, that was incredibly relieving to his eyes. "Hello headmistress." Aww, see what he did there? Annie was all grown up in black and headmistress-y. He had to try that word, he should get used to it actually. His eyes then met the others, all young ladies... oh and a young man faaaar from where Ab stood. His eyes lingered long on the young man's face, they could be mates in this big women's solidarity.

Ab switched the cane to his other hand and went to sit at the end of the table, the closest end to him. That was his place if his memory served him right.