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For anyone in the vicinity of the first floor of the castle, the sound of a slightly out of tune operatic aria was meandering its way down the corridor and infiltrating the ears of the school’s residents. The source of the voice was one Professor Fergersnout who was making her own way along the corridor in pursuit of her office having just consumed a rather hearty breakfast in the Great Hall.
Lessons had been going well so far, at least in her opinion they had. No child had fallen asleep yet from the wonders of Goblin rebellions and Warlock conventions anyway. That could be explained by Apollonia’s eccentric teaching style which quite frankly wouldn’t let a student drift off into dreamland without being disturbed.
The Professor was, of course, in high spirits as usual and the accompanying tune she was singing reflected the positive attitude in its floating scales and bouncing rhythms which seemed to be echoing off the stone walls she passed as she trotted her way through.
Violeta Escalante had been low-key stalking the History of Magic professor. It hadn’t been intentional, at first. No. She was no creep, but the woman’s tune had lured in the Gryffindor witch from her academic duties. All of a sudden there was more fun in following the professor than going to the library and doing homework.
Green-hazel eyes admired from a distance behind how…
light the professor seemed. Her aura was chill and bouncy from what she’s observed. Violeta liked those sorts of auras.
“What are you singing?” she asked curiously, forgetting about being quiet and going unnoticed, as she bounced into step with Professor Fergersnout.