~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄ Taking on the additional responsibility in the form of Arithmancy meant that Professor Curious’ assigned seat had switched to one all across on the other half of the table. Not that she minded. Marion was always a delight to chat with while Cox was… well, Cox; his steady presence was appreciated. Who she did heavily miss was Dhruv. She’d miss their regular meditation sessions together. Naturally, she missed Ean as well but she knew he was already off to an excellent start of another career. Then there was Ravi, whose position she now occupied. There was a lot to adjust to, and she was still doing just that.
Arriving at the Table, Sarika artfully adjusted her heavily embroidered pink sari - a recent gift from Krittika - and her black robes before sitting. “Hello, everyone!’’ It took a moment for her to find some comfort - her back hurt a bit - but other than that, she was completely okay. Her face seemed to glow as she took in the Great Hall that soon would be filled with chatter.
This was going to be a wonderful term! She could just feel it. It had been about fourteen years since Shimron Goth's very last feast at Hogwarts, though back then, he had been a seventh year and graduate. During that moment, and during his extensive career in the Dark Arts field that followed, he hadn’t thought that he’d be returning to the School as a professor. Yet here he was. It seemed that life loved springing surprises in him - first in 2115 and now in 2120. But they were all good surprises - save for one - so he really wasn’t complaining.
He just wished said ‘bad’ surprise would have been seated a lot further from him. Annoyingly they were separated only by Edmund. It took Shimron a moment to realise he was scowling so he hurriedly arranged his face into a more pleasant appearance with a quick thought of Thor. “Good evening,’’ he greeted those who had gathered already. Sarika got an extra big smile as he passed her on his way to his seat. Next to the Headmaster’s, no less. That may be intimidating to some but Shim had an air of chill and laidback confidence about him.
There wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.
Or so he thought.
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