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MadMadamMalfoy · 08-31-2016, 05:41 AM

Gaston took a deep breath as he entered the Great Hall... a bit later than he would've liked. He was still getting used to Hogwarts and had a little trouble finding the place. This place was at least twice the size of Beaubatons! Well, he was doing a lot better than when he arrived... at least he didn't get lost on the way to his office anymore!

This was his first official day as Charms professor, and let's just say he was more than a little nervous. What if the students didn't like him? What if the other staff didn't like him? What if he was so horrible at teaching that the headmaster fired him in the middle of the term? Merlin's beard! Get it together, Gaston! he told himself sternly as he started to imagine more things that could go wrong. They're people, not a horde of angry dragons!

Gaston fidgeted with the many bracelets on his right arm as he cautiously approached the staff dais to find several of his colleagues had already arrived. Oh dear, he wasn't late, was he? "Good evening, everyone," he said with a friendly smile, hoping they wouldn't have a hard time understanding his accent. There... short, sweet, and to-the-point. Surely no one could fault him for saying the wrong thing!

His bright blue eyes fell to the gift at the Divination professor's spot. Were they supposed to buy gifts for each other? Nobody told him about that! Before he could panic too much about it, he remembered the boxes and boxes of Honeydukes candy he had in his office. He'd intended to share it with the students, but he supposed he could give it to his colleagues when/if they started exchanging gifts. Did he have enough boxes for everyone? He quickly did the math in his head... Yes, there was enough to go around.

"Good evening, Headmaster," Gaston greeted the man seated at the center of the table, politely inclining his head. "Yes, I think so," he quickly added in reply to the headmaster's question.

Ah yes, the students. He looked to the doors in anticipation, nervously tugging at his left sleeve so it covered the burn on his arm. It never failed... there was always one who asked him about the burn and another one (or ten) who treated him to a performance of the Disney song that shared his name. Merlin, why did Maman think it was a good idea to name him Gaston?!

Gaston made his way to his assigned seat, giving Jordan a polite nod in acknowledgment. He decided it was better to wait for him to say something than try to strike up a conversation and end up saying the wrong thing and making a fool of himself. As he waited for the feast to begin, he started drumming on the table, as he often did when he was nervous or bored. After a few minutes, he suddenly realized what he was doing and stopped, glancing around the table. He wasn't annoying anyone, was he?

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MadMadamMalfoy Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,149 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Seventh Year	Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ ❄ Showtunes > Everything ❄ ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Gaston took a deep breath as he entered the Great Hall... a bit later than he would've liked. He was still getting used to Hogwarts and had a little trouble finding the place. This place was at least twice the size of Beaubatons! Well, he was doing a lot better than when he arrived... at least he didn't get lost on the way to his office anymore! This was his first official day as Charms professor, and let's just say he was more than a little nervous. What if the students didn't like him? What if the other staff didn't like him? What if he was so horrible at teaching that the headmaster fired him in the middle of the term? Merlin's beard! Get it together, Gaston! he told himself sternly as he started to imagine more things that could go wrong. They're people, not a horde of angry dragons! Gaston fidgeted with the many bracelets on his right arm as he cautiously approached the staff dais to find several of his colleagues had already arrived. Oh dear, he wasn't late, was he? "Good evening, everyone," he said with a friendly smile, hoping they wouldn't have a hard time understanding his accent. There... short, sweet, and to-the-point. Surely no one could fault him for saying the wrong thing! His bright blue eyes fell to the gift at the Divination professor's spot. Were they supposed to buy gifts for each other? Nobody told him about that! Before he could panic too much about it, he remembered the boxes and boxes of Honeydukes candy he had in his office. He'd intended to share it with the students, but he supposed he could give it to his colleagues when/if they started exchanging gifts. Did he have enough boxes for everyone? He quickly did the math in his head... Yes, there was enough to go around. "Good evening, Headmaster," Gaston greeted the man seated at the center of the table, politely inclining his head. "Yes, I think so," he quickly added in reply to the headmaster's question. Ah yes, the students. He looked to the doors in anticipation, nervously tugging at his left sleeve so it covered the burn on his arm. It never failed... there was always one who asked him about the burn and another one (or ten) who treated him to a performance of the Disney song that shared his name. Merlin, why did Maman think it was a good idea to name him Gaston?! Gaston made his way to his assigned seat, giving Jordan a polite nod in acknowledgment. He decided it was better to wait for him to say something than try to strike up a conversation and end up saying the wrong thing and making a fool of himself. As he waited for the feast to begin, he started drumming on the table, as he often did when he was nervous or bored. After a few minutes, he suddenly realized what he was doing and stopped, glancing around the table. He wasn't annoying anyone, was he? __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...