 Mod Babysitter | be curious, not judgmental
Sophie was seated by the windows behind Tobes, which was nothing out of the ordinary, but the Ravenclaw kept staring out the window, her gaze distant and out of focus as she reflected upon Domingo's demise and Tyner - err, Tanner - and her new position. Was the woman qualified to do this? To teach this class? Did she have substantial background in the subject, or did she just know the subject well enough that Truebridge thought it would work out to just let her teach, qualifications or no qualifications?
Sophie didn't know.
But what was the status on Domingo, even? Where was she, hm? Soph didn't care much for the woman - or at all, for that matter - but she couldn't help but linger on the thought of her getting sentenced to Azkaban or something of the sort for a long while. What was the deal? Was the woman's status public knowledge that she had missed out on, or were they all in the dark?
Sophie didn't know this either.
Nor had she even heard what Tanner was saying to them - even as the woman circuited the room, Soph was still distracted by her own thoughts, pondering the fate of Domingo and weighing the likelihood that Truebridge was so desperate to fill the position that she would fill the vacancy with someone unqualified to be teaching the bright young minds of Hogwarts. Was this approved by the Board of Governors? Did they know?
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