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Despite everything (and that was a long list), Piers was glad to be back at Hogwarts. Despite his early French upbringing, the Charms Professor was never more glad to leave that country and fancy, delicate castle and return to this dark, damp one that currently had more dust bunnies than the entire country of France itself. Because, despite everything, it felt like home. And it was theirs and they didn't have to share space with a bunch of other people or sleep in a broom closet.
As he made his way up to the staff table, Piers could tell Trent felt the same way. In fact, it was probably the most content he had ever seen the man.
"Welcome back, eh?" Piers muttered as he passed behind the Headmaster's chair, clapping him on the shoulder a bit as a friendly gesture.
His eyes wandered down the table as he took his seat at the table. He almost didn't recognize Schmoe due to the fact that he was wearing something almost... normal. "Schmoe," he called out, slightly stunned. "You look........... alright." It was almost a question - definitely a surprised statement. That man usually had quite the odd fashion sense. Piers didn't even know "navy" was in the man's vocabulary. |