 Stuck inside with Sirius | *Splish-Splash* | bamBAM | ☁ Spooktacular ☁
Carwyn wasn't the only one leaving a safe distance between himself and Schmoe...Noble was too. And, as ever, it was the right decision. For some reason, the Muggle Studies professor had decided to go the scenic route to his chair, which somehow ended in lots of hopping. Noble merely straightened his own robes (Italian tailored midnight black edged in a trim of gold) as he reached his chair, giving Schmoe a light roll of his eyes.
"I certainly won't be sad for the break," Noble replied to the Headmaster whilst waiting for the man on his right to get sorted so he could finally take his seat. This term had been wearing, and not in the usual ways. He'd faced inferi, dragons and pink mutants in his time teaching, but nothing had been quite so draining as the founders' presence had ended up being. "Have you any plans?"
His involved a trip to a Tuscan vineyard, and some relaxing sunny afternoons enjoying the sound of leather on willow watching his daughter play cricket.
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