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Magical Soul
Botros was seated in his usual chair with a folder in front of him, he had parchments laid out in front of him and a little to the side covering professor Flamsteed's utensils. The runic spell that was going to keep the book dormant was ready. He pulled it off in five days and was thinking of maybe teaching it to the kids. A good, nice, runes lecture before food, he would've liked that, even as a young man.
Anyway. Now, he just sat there with his parchments and smiled at the students filing in to the Great Hall.
Another year, another Leaving Feast. How had the time passed so quickly? It felt like just yesterday herself and the Headmistress were running for their lives away from a giant sinkhole on the pitch, eons ago that she was merely in charge of the flying program. Tiara had enjoyed her leadership role with Ravenclaw immensely, and she was pleased to discover that she was up to the challenge of taking over a subject midterm that was in disarray.
But now all that was behind her and it was time to celebrate. Except.. she wasn't exactly sure where to sit. As the flying professor she had occupied the seat right next to Anastasia for formal feasts. But she knew that the arithmancy professor's customary seat was next to Abraham down on the end. She looked up at the table for the first time and saw that Anastasia and Abraham were the only ones present.
But he'll be alone down there with Domingo gone. That settled the matter. She made her way over and sat down next to the man. Anastasia could deal! "
Good evening, Abraham. I trust you are well?"