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"What disgraceful incompetence!", Terpsichore snorted. Even the house elves at the school were sub-par. "Only the most incapable could run out of food." Oh, the poor man! Terpsichore could feel her sympathies rising for him. All he wanted was a decent meal. Poor thing! Oh, but he must be starving! Cooked up in some smelly tepid excuse for an office that the (no doubt) former Hogwarts staff Headmaster had given him. Just shameful!
St. Toussaint extended her hand out likewise, wrist and back up and out like a lady preparing for a kiss on the hand. "Magical creatures? Oh, how fascinating." It would take a man skilled with the temperment of beasts to handle St. Toussaint. Harpy that she was. "It's nice to meet you, Bob. My name is Terpsichore St. Toussaint. I teach the raging hormonal brats Divination...or try to, at least." Some of them were so dull she frowned a bit thinking of their nullness to the sensitive art of Divination, but brightened up again as she went on. "You can call me 'Terpsie'. So you must be the 'hansome stranger' my crystal told me all about!", she said with a wink.
"Are you alright?", She asked, noticing his heavy breathing.
Last edited by Quinn Gallagher; 08-12-2008 at 03:25 PM.
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