 Stuck inside with Sirius | *Splish-Splash* | bamBAM | ☁ Spooktacular ☁
Noble entered the rose garden in his usual formal robes, without the slightest inclination to partake in the exercise. A certain Paul Myers had tried on many an occasion to get Noble to practice that ludicrous form of contortion, and if the old man and close friend had failed during their time together at Hogwarts and since, no Frenchman (or woman) was ever going to to convince him.
There were plenty of less ridiculous physical activities. Sure, the French were hardly known for their cricketing ability...but the Headmistress could've opted for a nice game of boules in the afternoon sun instead. That would have been most pleasant with some refreshments on the side.
"Bonjour tout le monde," he greeted generally as he reached the gathering area in the rose garden, before greeting the two heads individually. "Madam, Headmaster." Not that he was entirely sure that the Headmaster had heard him, the way his attention was so fixedly on the roses. Regardless, he was hardly here for a conversation - there were plenty less awkward spots for such things - and he followed one Eiji Rasting towards the back of the gathering. He figured it'd be a good location to keep a close eye on proceedings.
And talking of eyes...Noble had noticed that black eye the Slytherin was sporting, and he coughed to get the boy's attention. "I suggest you get some bruise paste on that before dinner," Noble advised. He doubted the Headmistress would find it fitting in the grandeur of the dining chamber.
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