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Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Victor García Massey Ollivanders
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Originally Posted by nicole black She did not make a habit of visiting other professors during office hours, partly because she refused to be very close to any of them and partly because she had little need to converse with the others unless it was a school matter.
Which was what bought her to Airey Flamsteed's door.
Documents carefully held under one arm, Nana raised the other and knocked on the Astronomy Professor's door.
Amaterasu help him if he made a ferret joke. Funny that the Transfiguration professor should be thinking of ferrets at this moment...because his own had somehow managed to slip out of its phone booth shaped confinement cell and was currently having its way scurrying about the man's office. An office that he had JUST finished lint rolling not 15 minutes earlier, mind you.
The knock upon his door only alerted the creature that there was MORE than these four walls - reminded rather - and it quickly bound towards the door with the gangly astronomer following after. With a leap, Airey attempted to catch the critter...only to crash into the door and the force of the impact caused it to fly open while the astronomer groaned on the ground.
Hershel, meanwhile, scurried around it's new surroundings. And yes, the female professor's leg DID make a stellar climbing device.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
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