Smile in place, hair as straight as it could be, and a graceful walk to boot, Miss Dion made her way up the Staff Table, venturing past the house tables. She smiled nicely at a few of the students along the way, but the majority of return glances were those of gloom. Actually, she thought one or two looks were somewhat similar to those that appeared when the world was thought to come to an end. Odd children...
Finally reaching the table, she started the almight search of finding a seat. One that didn't wobble and had a cushion. Oh, and one that didn't look like it was from the stone age was nice too. "Hello everyone," she said in her soft, french accent. She sent a smile up and down the table before taking a seat and allowing her eyes to gaze upon the crowd of students. |