 ½ of Lauralie | Koala | The being in Ern's pocket | Baby Smurf | Prouf member of The Flock
Brian wasn't late. He was just taking a moment to mentally prepare himself for what he knew he was about to see at the Staff Dais. Sure, professors left every term he'd been studying here at Hogwarts, but there was one whose departure had never crossed his mind until he was called into his office at the end of last term to discuss the arrangements to prepare him for muggle university. And even armed with that knowledge and having all of three months to process it, the young hufflepuff was not ready.
A basket of cookies hanging on his arm - because what was a Hufflepuff prefect without snacks? Quite redundant, really - he made his way to the yellow table. The fiasco that was his first feast ever did cross his mind today, as it did every year, and that did bring a brief smile to his face. A smile that disappeared once he turned and saw the empty seat at the staff dais that previously belonged to one Professor Firehorse. Nor Professor Ichihara.
At that, he had to grip the edge of the Hufflepuff table to steady himself and not crumple to the floor in a blubbering mess. It was gutting, the fact that the only two professors to nurture his scientific mind had left at the same time and he was floundering in a society that condemned asking questions. But for now, he'd have to suck it up. Pretend he'd tripped and grin at the residents of the yellow-clad table.
"Anyone hungry?" he asked, depositing the basket on the table with a grin. Soft cookies. Everyone loved soft cookies.
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