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Wearing tailored charcoal grey robes with a fine gold pinstripe, there was a sense of confident ease about Noble as he reached the staff table. "Good evening all," he greeted those already assembled, though his nose wrinkled slightly as he turned to move along the table and take his seat.
...his seat which was now at the end.
In some ways, this was an improvement; there was only one person at his side with which he'd be expected to make small side talk over dinner, and it gave him more space in which he could lay down the newspaper whilst he caught up on the day's sporting events. However, and it was a big however, the person that remained on his right was Schmoe, whose bumbling ways had Beauxbatons had left less than a good impression.
Except...well, things seemed off to a better start this term. For one, the man was in the right seat. And two, he was wearing an outfit that didn't make Noble's eyes immediately want to bleed. A modest navy outfit...who knew such a thing existed in Schmoe's wardrobe?! It was a definite improvement. Suspect, but an improvement.
"Schmoe," Noble said with a nod as he took his seat. And though he had no real desire to see pictures of Gus' children, his words did remind Noble of something. "Gus...might you have some time to chat tomorrow?" He had a project he needed some thoughts on.
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