 Mischievous Niffler
Grotesquely Dreadful. That phrase was on her mind as she made her way to the dais in a typical black robe set (typical for her, that is), head held high and back straight as ever. A professor had died. She, Alice, had embarrassed herself in front of everyone and had been reprimanded by the headmaster and her colleagues. On top of it all, she had discovered that most of her colleagues seemed to value the life of disgusting monsters as much as they valued the lives of the students! Dreadful. Dreadful. Dreadful!
On the bright side, she HAD gotten to be kind a bit more with her students than she had been when Julian was headmaster. Another non-dreadful happening was the fact that all the creatures were rounded up and everything was back in order.
"Good evening, Kaysha dear," she said to the professor she liked more than any of the others. How convenient that they sat next to each other. Still, that was not to say that she always got along with her. They had fought over the creatures - something which still annoyed Alice to this day. She still liked her, though, and that was unlikely to stop just because of one foot. "It will be good to get away for a vacation, no?"
A greeting also went out to her other close (literally, not metaphorically) colleague. "Good evening, Joshua." |