 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
Cyril meandered his way to his seat at the staff table, settling into the spot reserved for Leanne while he scanned the room of students before them. What a term it had been. Unforgettable, to say the least. He'd enjoyed getting to see and know so many of the students before him, but if there was one thing he'd learned over the school year -- he was too old for this. Retirement had been the right path for him, and it was with a heavy heart and relieved muscles that he'd be going back to it. The experience was something he wouldn't forget, and while his eyes paused on the Slytherin table for a moment, the gentleman had to compose himself from getting emotional at getting to witness his grandson's final feast.
Clearing his throat of emotion, the elderly man glanced around at his colleagues and smiled at all of them, needing to focus on something different. "Everyone looking forward to getting home to their loved ones?" Well.. assuming everyone had someone at home. An ironic assumption for him, given he technically lived alone with his revolving door of family in and out.
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