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On a raised dais situated at the farthest point from the Great Hall stands a long table where the members of the Hogwarts staff sit and enjoy their meal while casting a watchful eye out on the four House tables. Each staff member has an assigned cushioned chair to sit in throughout the duration of the feast, though the more notable out of them all is the throne-like golden chair in the centre reserved for the headmistress.
Keep in mind that you should not be wandering up to the staff table if you are not a staff member before Headmistress Hawthorne has delivered her speech. Doing so will result in the loss of points or worse before you even board the Hogwarts Express. If you wish to speak with someone who is seated up here, you will have to wait until after the speech has been said and there is food and drink on all of the tables. Make sure to keep your visit brief though -- the staff were also waiting on the food to appear and are just as hungry as you.
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With the Dufftown incident a couple weeks behind them and exams complete, the headmistress, needless to say, was more than ready for the summer holiday to begin. The usual summer plans were already calendared in. All that needed to be taken care of was the final feast of the term and some last-minute administrative items, of course. But drama-free days were on the horizon.
At least the feast was something that was low-key. Strolling in wearing a simple dress, the woman made quick work of walking between two of the House tables. Which tables she was walking between, she really couldn't tell for a change as she was too busy admiring the sky above. It certainly was a peaceful evening.
Pleased that the term was ending on a good note, a smile played at Regina's lips as she stepped onto the dais and made her way around the table. As per usual, she took her seat in the centre, overlooking the entire dining hall, and folding her hands on the table. Her eyes focused on the open doors at the end of the room, waiting for staff and students alike to pour in.
A few weeks had now transpired since the awful Duftown incident and Laurel had actually been glad for the distraction that the end of the year exams had provided this year. Planning, holding and grading the exams in Divination had given the blond some needed alone time in her tower to wrap her head around what had happened back in that muggle village. She was now healed completely from the injuries to her left shoulder and hand that Kay's spells had sustained that day of the trip that she just wanted to erase from memory. Laurel had made her usual summer plans, but would a day out in Diagon Alley with Kay still be in the cards? They hadn't really talked since Kay had come back from St Mungos.
After heading down the many stairs, Laurel slowly entered the Great Hall for the the feast wearing a simple red, long sleeved dress for the evening with her snake HoH pin visible on her chest and a dark green shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Laurel stopped mid-step to glance up at the mesmerizing sky before her eyes as always turned to the Slytherin table. So far it seemed that Zita, Kye and Flynn were the only snakes to have arrived.
Passing beside the Slytherin table to the right Laurel waved and sent greetings to Zita and Kye and Flynn that looked to be in deep conversation with Ignatius before she headed up onto the dais where Regina was already seated. Slipping down into her seat to the left of Regina she murmured a quiet greeting. "Good evening Regina!"
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Another year, another feast.
Dressed as casually as possible with the exception of a small Ravenclaw pin pinned to his chest, Hirsch descended into the Great Hall and made his way up to the Staff Dias. Considering the events of Dufftown, this feast couldn't come any sooner for the man. He was always ready for the summer holidays by the time the last few weeks of the school year arrived but this term, he was more than ready for a long, peaceful holiday. Possibly at a beach of some sort with something strong to drink.
Reaching the Dias, he decided to greet Regina first with a simple, "Looking great as always, Regina." A swift, dimpled smile was given before he moved to take his usual seat right next to Laurel. "Hey, Laurel. Glad to see that you've made a full recovery." Smile. "Congratulations on the win, by the way. You must be very proud of your house." It was hard to miss the green decorations, after all.
Oh, and will you look at that? There was no one else at the table, meaning that he was either early or everyone else was running late.
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Tristan made his way towards the staff table. It seemed as if he was actually getting here before a lot of people tonight. Awkward. He was never on time or early to anything. But it shouldn't have surprised him all that much. While most of the other professors went to Dufftown, Tristan stayed behind to make sure the students that didn't go on the trip were safe. That seemed to be a mistake on his part. Kalen had been at St. Mungo's ever since. He would like nothing more than to sick a Swooping Evil on those William's twins. Kalen was like a brother to him...and you don't mess with his family.
His friend was okay, though that didn't mean he didn't want to harm them any less. But he couldn't dwell on that now; he took a deep breath and put a smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes. As he stepped up on to the dais where the staff table sat, he unzipped his leather jacket and turned a smile to those already seated. "Evening Regina." He said with a polite nod. "Congratulations on the win Laurel." He said with a grin and a wink. "Roderick! Hope your doing well this evening." He said patting the man's shoulder before reaching his own chair, taking his jacket off and resting it on the back of the chair.
He sat down glancing at the empty seat to his right. His smile sagged a little and a sadness entered his eyes. He really hoped Kalen would be here tonight, but it didn't seem possible. He turned and looked to the students, waiting for his other colleagues to arrive and for the feast to begin.
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Kalen Finally made his way into the great hall, his suit jacket was slung over his shoulder as he walked in, a little late. He wasn’t sure he was going to be here, having been in St.Mungos on and off since the Dufftown trip. He had in fact just gotten back and had time to dress and grab his tea and tea cup before rushing down here.
The curse had been fully lifted, and yet still his voice was still a bit deeper and more raspy than usual. A lovely reminder of how close he had come to choking.. Ahh well, at least he had been fully cleared by an overprotective brother and ex sister in law, to come back to work and live his life. Though they still wanted to see him once a month during the summer..
Just in case.
Kalen smiled as he saw Tris already up on the dais, his best friend looked sad and Kalen felt bad, he hadn’t meant to worry him. “Hello, Regina, Roderick and Laurel, how are you all this evening? ” He rasped out before he slid into his seat next to Tristan and gently poked his shoulder.
“What’s a matter Triscuit, you look like you’ve lost your best friend.” Kalen croaked at him as he set his tea cup on the table in front of him and put his jacket over the back of his chair.
Some weeks had passed since the harrowing events at Dufftown. He still hadn't gotten over it. Students possessed and rambling. American teachers screaming about eradicating purebloods and ending the Statute. And Kay - one of his favorite co-workers - was a pawn in all this the whole time. He felt bad for her, bad for the students, and bad for the parents who would have heard about all this on the news by now. Merlin's sake! School was supposed to boring (well not really) and educational, not dangerous. Boring but educational...that sounded like how several of the students thought of his classes.
He walked up to the table with a smile anyway. He was good at hiding his emotions. The past few weeks had given him other things to do anyway - grading final exams and trying to figure out which statute to write into law for the next term. No, he had not forgotten that assignment, and he had every intention of following it through.
"Good afternoon everyone. You look great, Laurel." So did the headmistress, by the way. He sat down at his seat and waited for the others to arrive. Neither Kay nor Paul had arrived yet, which meant he was situated between two empty seats.
Once the play had finished (Which had been a SUCCESS by the waaaaay) he could relax. And so it was at this feast that he could relax. Especially with...the revolving of all that horrid stuff with those American professors. He sat himself down in his spot and let his gaze drift to the Hufflepuff table. He almost...choked up seeing them. But now was not the time. He just smiled in their general direction,...feeling especially quiet tonight for his own reasons.
When was food coming? His stomach was making more noise than he was for once. Many of his colleagues were here, too, and he had arrived a little after students did.
He thought next feast in September, he'd sit with his badgers. It would feel right.
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Gaston did not want to be here at all! He had recovered physically from the Dufftown incident, but emotionally, he was still reeling. He blamed himself. If he hadn't been hit with Kaysha's stunning spell and broken his arm, he could've stayed to help the Ministry. If he hadn't taken forever to figure out how to undo the curse on Kalen, he might've recovered faster. If he'd just trusted his first instincts about the Williams twins, maybe he could've stopped all of this from happening in the first place!
The storm of anger, sadness, and soul-crushing guilt he felt, paired with a night full of goodbyes was not a good combination. If Gaston was exhausted before Dufftown, now he was practically a zombie! He'd had to use a charm to hide the dark shadows under his eyes, otherwise he would've looked like a racoon. Unfortunately, his emotions weren't so easy to disguise. He didn't think he could walk into the Great Hall and pretend to be fine, but that was exactly what he had to do... or else, he'd face Hawthorne's wrath, and that was the last thing he needed with everything else on his mind now.
He took a deep breath, absentmindedly adjusting his gold lion pin as he approached the dais. "Good evening, everyone," he greeted. A polite nod of acknowledgment was given to Hawthorne, and he managed a small smile for Hirsch and Laurel as he took his seat. "Congratulations, Laurel." Any other time, he would've asked if they had summer plans, but he didn't feel much like small talk tonight, lest his voice betray his emotions.
Oh, hello, Paul and Charles. He waved to the pair at the other end of the table, but his smile vanished upon seeing Kaysha's empty chair. He hoped she would be here later; he was worried about her - and he knew Rose would be too!
His expression turned to concern as he turned the other direction toward Tristan and Kalen. When he saw how sad Tristan looked, he knew he couldn't hide the sadness in his own eyes. He gave him a wobbly, though hopefully still encouraging, smile, but his smile steadied as he looked at Kalen. He hasn't been expecting him, but he was very glad he was here. "Nice to see you, Kalen," he said. He was dying to know if his delay in figuring out the countercurse had caused any lasting damage, but now wasn't the time.
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If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...
Reaching the Dias, he decided to greet Regina first with a simple, "Looking great as always, Regina." A swift, dimpled smile was given before he moved to take his usual seat right next to Laurel. "Hey, Laurel. Glad to see that you've made a full recovery." Smile. "Congratulations on the win, by the way. You must be very proud of your house." It was hard to miss the green decorations, after all.
Laurel was quietly sipping on some cold pumpkin juice and admiring the green decorations everywhere in sight by the time Hirsh in a simple, but attractive attire arrived on the dais. As he took his usual seat right next to her she turned to him and smiled. "Hi Roderick, thank you, so am I. Penny fixed me up. Luckily it wasn't anything serious." Or she would have gone with Kay and Kalen to St Mungos for treatment too for her shoulder and hand. Her smile grew wider as talk turned to her snakes victories. "Thank you. The snakes really worked wonderfully this year. I'm very proud of them all. Congrats to you and your eagles for taking second place in the Quidditch cup!" It was probably more fun to talk about that than coming fourth in the house points race. "So have you got any summer plans?"
SPOILER!!: Tristan
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Originally Posted by Suziella
His friend was okay, though that didn't mean he didn't want to harm them any less. But he couldn't dwell on that now; he took a deep breath and put a smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes. As he stepped up on to the dais where the staff table sat, he unzipped his leather jacket and turned a smile to those already seated. "Evening Regina." He said with a polite nod. "Congratulations on the win Laurel." He said with a grin and a wink.
Tristan made his way up on the staff dais some minutes after Roderick. It was a little odd because he usually was one of the ones to arrive late. Jackets seemed to be the men's theme for the night as Tristan hung a leather one over his chair before sitting down. Looking past Roderick at Tristan she grinned "Thank you Tristan! The snakes did really good this year. I'm very proud of them." After taking another sip of juice she asked to distract him since his sad eyes hadn't gone her by. "Got any fun summer plans planned?"
SPOILER!!: Kalen
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Originally Posted by MunchyBubbles
Kalen Finally made his way into the great hall, his suit jacket was slung over his shoulder as he walked in, a little late. He wasn’t sure he was going to be here, having been in St.Mungos on and off since the Dufftown trip. He had in fact just gotten back and had time to dress and grab his tea and tea cup before rushing down here.
Kalen smiled as he saw Tris already up on the dais, his best friend looked sad and Kalen felt bad, he hadn’t meant to worry him. “Hello, Regina, Roderick and Laurel, how are you all this evening? ” He rasped out before he slid into his seat next to Tristan and gently poked his shoulder.
Kalen was a very nice and welcome sight when he entered the Great Hall. Laurel of course had consulted her precious cards to see if he would attend the feast but she hadn't really wanted to believe until now. As he came up on the dais Laurel smiled warmly in his direction. "Welcome back Kalen! I'm quite well this evening. How are you doing?" The raspyness in his tone was hopefully something that would go away with time and summer rest.
SPOILER!!: Curtains
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He walked up to the table with a smile anyway. He was good at hiding his emotions. The past few weeks had given him other things to do anyway - grading final exams and trying to figure out which statute to write into law for the next term. No, he had not forgotten that assignment, and he had every intention of following it through.
"Good afternoon everyone. You look great, Laurel." So did the headmistress, by the way. He sat down at his seat and waited for the others to arrive. Neither Kay nor Paul had arrived yet, which meant he was situated between two empty seats.
When where the other women on staff going to arrive? Laurel couldn't help but wonder as yet another male colleague arrived on the dais for the feast. Looking up at Professor Curtains she beamed "Good evening Curtains! Why thank you, you don't look so bad yourself!" Laurel finished off with a wink. "So what do you usually do in your summers? Fishing perhaps?" For some reason she could really see him sitting in a boat on a lake with a fishing pole in hand.
SPOILER!!: Paul
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Originally Posted by kayquilz
He sat himself down in his spot and let his gaze drift to the Hufflepuff table. He almost...choked up seeing them. But now was not the time. He just smiled in their general direction,...feeling especially quiet tonight for his own reasons.
When was food coming? His stomach was making more noise than he was for once. Many of his colleagues were here, too, and he had arrived a little after students did.
He thought next feast in September, he'd sit with his badgers. It would feel right.
As Paul joined the dais quietly Laurel had to look over to that side of the table and Kay's empty chair. She sighed inaudibly before plastering on a smile as she greeted Paul. "Good evening Paul." It was not like him to be so quiet when he usually was vibrant and cheerful. She was though not going to ask, it seemed like a better task for Regina that was sitting closer to him.
SPOILER!!: Gaston
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He took a deep breath, absentmindedly adjusting his gold lion pin as he approached the dais. "Good evening, everyone," he greeted. A polite nod of acknowledgment was given to Hawthorne, and he managed a small smile for Hirsch and Laurel as he took his seat. "Congratulations, Laurel." Any other time, he would've asked if they had summer plans, but he didn't feel much like small talk tonight, lest his voice betray his emotions.
Gaston was the next to arrive. The one of them that had gotten to take the brunt of Kay's spells back in Duftown. Laurel was really glad that he had gotten away with only a broken arm and lots of bruises. She was sure that Rose felt the same. Smiling warmly over at Gaston she greeted "Good evening Gaston. Thank you the snakes did really well this year. I'm glad to see that you are fully healed now too, yes? Rose has been writing regularly to me after that awful trip making sure I'm okay." Which she now was physically.
Dressed as casually as possible with the exception of a small Ravenclaw pin pinned to his chest, Hirsch descended into the Great Hall and made his way up to the Staff Dias. Considering the events of Dufftown, this feast couldn't come any sooner for the man. He was always ready for the summer holidays by the time the last few weeks of the school year arrived but this term, he was more than ready for a long, peaceful holiday. Possibly at a beach of some sort with something strong to drink.
Reaching the Dias, he decided to greet Regina first with a simple, "Looking great as always, Regina." A swift, dimpled smile was given before he moved to take his usual seat right next to Laurel. "Hey, Laurel. Glad to see that you've made a full recovery." Smile. "Congratulations on the win, by the way. You must be very proud of your house." It was hard to miss the green decorations, after all.
Oh, and will you look at that? There was no one else at the table, meaning that he was either early or everyone else was running late.
Viktor Sokolov would be proud.
It was a rare sight to see an owl enter during one of Hogwarts' great feasts. However, the matter had been quite pressing, and those at the ministry had deemed it necessary to avoid stalling this particular matter. The grey medium-sized owl flapped though the hall, dropped a letter in front of a certain Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and flapped away. The letter luckily came before the speech, so there was no food it could have dropped into.
The letter was sealed with the Ministry emblem as well as addressed to Roderick Hirsch.
It read,
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To Mr. Roderik Hirsch,
It has come to my attention that you created illegal and unapproved portkeys in a recent debacle that happened in Dufftown in order to quickly and efficiently transport students back to the castle.
While being a hero is admirable, it is questionable whether you are trained in making portkeys. It was an emergency, so no legal action will be taken, but you have been summoned to the Department of Magical Transportation at the Ministry of Magic. You must come by the date of July 3, and no later. Failure to do so will force my hand at taking legal action. It was very risky and quite dangerous to make an unauthorized portkey, and we here on Level 6 would like to ensure that this does not happen again.
Sincerely,
Lynley Purcell
Magical Transportation Department Head
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Haraldur scurried up to the staff dais. If scurry was in any way the appropriate description of how the old man moved with his furry coat thrown around his shoulders. He completely ignored the fact that it was summer and the amount of people gathering in the Great Hall alone made it way too hot for his attire. He ignored it. He was a grown man and could do what he wanted. Most of his colleagues had already arrived before him though. Although Haraldur picked up on some light conversation, the weight of the events in Dufftown was evident on most of their faces.
"Hello there, hi, good evening." He nodded as he passed them behind their backs, giving each and every one of them a heavy pat on their shoulders. He really had grown fond of them all. (He might have also given Roderik two quick pats on his head as he waddled by. A show of affection. Please accept, don't reject.) Bosswoman Reggie didn't get a pat though. She did however get a smug smile and a happy 'good evening' as he found his seat after greeting everyone. SEEEEEEE? He could be reasonable. He could be on time. Kind of. At least he hadn't missed her speech.
Haraldur sighed, leaning back in his chair. He took a quick glance over to Kalen where he was, as usual, next to Tristan. He seemed to be recovering all right. Still... Did he have to worry about ALL of them ALL the time? Why didn't Regina put that into the job description? He glanced over at Paul next to him and followed his gaze towards the Hufflepuff table. Paul seemed quiet and Haraldur didn't want to intrude but if he wanted to talk, then... Haraldur gave the man a quick reassuring pat on his arm. There, there.
Then his own attention was drawn towards the Slytherin table. Not only did they win the House Cup, what was more interesting (unbiased opinion, obviously) was their win of the Quidditch Cup. He tried to single out his Quidditch players and did see some of the team had already showed up, including the Captain. He'd make his round over to them, and the other teams after the speech. For now, he just wanted Noble to leave the Slytherin table and join the rest of staff. c'mere Iggy, c'mere. Ah. He liked the fellow.
There was an owl though which split his focus again. Who wanted what? Why? Curiously he peeked over at Roderik. Give... Give it here. He didn't say anything though. He decided to harass him after the feast.
Although technically he'd been on of the first into the Great Hall, the dais had filled up rather in the intervening time. Although it didn't look like he'd missed much down his end of the table, with both Kaysha's and Celestia's chairs still vacant. Noble adjusted his sleeves as he finished walking up the aisle, the smug smile that had formerly graced his lips for a few seconds now replaced with a smirk.
"Evening," he greeted his colleagues. Perhaps it was good; perhaps not. Who was he to decide? It was a pleasant enough surprise to see Kalen back though, and Gaston got a nod too. The fellow had looked rather tired when they'd passed in the corridor earlier, and he wasn't sure if it was still new father vibes, or something related to the aftermath from the Dufftown incident. Although not as tired as Curtains, apparently, who seemed to have forgotten what time of day it was. The eccentricity of the man never ceased to amaze.
Moving along the row, Paul looked a tad lacklustre compared to his usual self, although it was hard to put a finger on quite how. Maybe it was just the natural come down after the high of the musical? Noble hadn't gone himself, but he'd heard good things. And somehow he'd been delayed long enough at the Slytherin table that even Haraldur was seated already. How odd. "Fancy an end of term tipple after dinner?" he inquired of the two men. Either here or in Hogsmeade, he wasn't fussy. He just needed something a little harder than pumpkin juice to mark the end of term.
Old Peevesie wasn't about to let the professorheads go EGGnored! He floated up to the staff table, hovering in front of the Options master."Why, look! It's old EGGnatius Noble!" He lobbed an egg right at the old geezer. "How's it going, Iggy - whoops, I mean EGGY!"
Ooh, there was Plant-man Paul! He gets an egg too! "Hey, deputy professorhead! Forgot to tell you to break an EGG before the play!"
Yawn! Nothing else to see at this end of the table. Time to go crack those two soft-boiled sad sacks (Gaston and Tristan) at the other end!
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Peeves pelted them. "Whassamatter with you? Can't keep your sunny-side up?!" He rolled over in midair, cackling at his own yolk joke. He had to admit, that was his best one yet!
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Nobles’s smirk soon disappeared with the appearance of the poltergeist, and the Potions Professor’s attention turned to actively to ignoring the spirit’s mocking. Unfortunately, his reflexes got the better of him when the egg hurtled towards him, and he caught it in a one-handed catch his cricket-obsessed daughter would have been proud of. A stunning catch it might have been, but it was also rather heavy-handed for an egg, which exploded in a sticky mess in his hand.
He grumbled loudly, grinding his teeth as his eyes narrowed on Peeves. The irritance was real, although it wasn’t clear if it was more due to the albumen now on his robes, or the fact he’d responded to the poltergeist’s chiding at all. He should have just pre-emptively used a shield and been done with it. More annoyingly, Curtains next to him had somehow got away unscathed.
His temper silently smouldering, Noble picked up Curtain’s clean napkin from the plate next next to his, wiping the eggy mess on it - shell and all. And once done, he promptly discarded the napkin back on the same plate.
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It didn't take very long for students and staff alike to make their appearance. One by one, faces registered in Regina's mind. Even some voices too, considering some (like Maddie Kemp) were the loud sort. However, the headmistress was willing to let that slide today – it was the end of the term, after all. She smiled anyone she caught waving at her from afar, though her hands remained folded on the table.
Gazing out at the four tables was short-lived as she hear someone taking a seat next to her. Automatically she assumed it was Laurel, considering Haraldur wasn’t exactly the most quiet person out there. Before the woman spoke, she turned her head to her right toward the Divination professor. "Good evening, Laurel. Congratulations on your House’s winnings." Green banners were everywhere tonight.
Roderik grasped her attention (that dimpled smile of his in particular) next and she gave him a smile in return. "Thank you," she replied. "You look quite handsome yourself. And on time even." The man may or may not have just won some brownie points.
"Hello, Tristian," she said, giving him a nod as well. Her eyes then shifted over to Kalen, who she noted seemed to be doing much better these days after the Dufftown incident. "I'm doing quite well, Kalen. Yourself? And how is Kaysha doing?" She assumed he had managed to quickly check in on her before leaving Mungo's and returning to the school.
"Good evening, Oswald."
A look was sent at Paul's direction when he arrived. The old man was ... unusually quiet ... and there was not a poncho in sight. "Hello, Paul."
She was about to ask the Herbology professor how he was doing, though her focus shifted. Gaston's nod of acknowledgement to her was returned, an eyebrow was raised at Roderik who had just received an owl, and then she exchanged greetings with both Haraldur and Ignatius.
And then Peeves happened, which resulted in eggs being thrown. Her eyes narrowed as she stood up from her seat, finding his antics anything put funny. She took out her wand and pointed it straight at him. "Don't you have something you should be doing elsewhere, Peeves?" Without another word, she implanted a false memory and then began her walk around the table. It was time for her to give her last speech of the term without any poltergeists around.
"Ladies and gentlemen, another term has come to an end,” the headmistress began. “After everything that we faced this term," – more red hawks, a number of possessions, and the Dufftown chaos – "I think we are all due for a well-deserved holiday. But, as always, there are a few last-minute matters to address and then a feast to enjoy."
"As the banners hanging from the ceiling suggest, Slytherin House has won the House Cup yet again with a striking one-thousand, seven hundred, and fifty-two points. The members of this House have also won the Quidditch Cup. In recognition of their hard work and House unity, a round of applause is in order."
She clapped her hands together, her eyes set on the Slytherin table.
"Now, at this time, I invite our graduates to please rise," Regina continued, pausing for a moment to allow a number of those in the room to stand. "After seven years of education, you have learned so much, made lifelong friends, and even experienced some strange occurrences. Having made it through it all and even surviving your NEWTs, the time has come for you to leave your mark on the world. I wish you all the best as you begin the next chapter of your lives. Good luck, and remember that Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."
Her hands clapped together for a fair amount of time, followed by a gesture that signaled the graduates to return to their seats and then a grandiose wave of her hand that made a variety of food and drink appear on all of the tables.
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It didn't take long for someone else to arrive at the staff table, causing Hirsch to turn his head and smile at the new arrival. "Hey, Tristan, I'm doing well. How are you? Got any plans for the summer?" He hoped the plans included some drinks because considering what the end of the year had been like, he needed it. They all did.
Someone else who needed a drink? Kalen. The Defence professor adjusted his glasses slightly as he watched the man approach the table, his voice sounding as though he was close to losing it. "Welcome back, Kalen. Nice to see that you're doing better." He hoped. "I'm well, very much looking forward to the holidays. How are you feeling?"
And....... cue a raise of the eyebrows.
Green eyes landed on Curtains as he entered and gave a specific compliment to Laurel in particular. If he was closer to the man, this would've been something he would've teased him about. As it were, he stayed quiet about it but this wasn't something he was going to forget about anytime soon. "Hey Curtains. Did you enjoy your first year in the castle?"
It was unusual for Paul to be the quiet type. Usually, over the seven years during which he'd known him, he half expected the man to barge into the Great Hall being louder than the ponchos he usually wears. In fact, even Gaston didn't look like his usual self, either. Was there something in the water or was this the effect of what had happened recently? Because only Ignatius looked like his normal, slightly grumpy self. "Evening, Paul, Gaston, Ignatius." Smile.
It was lucky that the injury wasn't anything serious, considering everything that had happened to Laurel. "Luckily. It's nice to have you back. It would've been a shame for you to miss this." At this, he nodded at the nearest green and silver banner hanging from the ceiling. "Thank you. They did a great job." Although, he didn't really care about the points race so the fourth place didn't really bother him in the slightest. "I'm not too sure. I'm spending most of it with Tempest and I'll probably go and see River at some point. What about you?"
Regina was calling him handsome? That was high praise, indeed. The smile only widened and he even let out a small chuckle in response to her last comment. "Thank you. I had to make an effort." Both with the outfit and with punctuality. Again, Viktor really would be prou-
PAT PAT!
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Hirsch blinked in surprise and turned to look at Haraldur as he walked on by. No, it wasn't rejected, but it made him feel as though he was a student back at Durmstrang, getting a pat on the head because he'd finally managed to last a month without getting detention. "Er, hello, Haraldur." He wanted to ask about the patting, and about the man's secret double life, but it was at that moment that something else arrived for him.
The Ravenclaw Head of House looked around again as an owl fluttered into view and dropped a letter directly in front of him. There was no doubt that the letter was for him, not with the way his name was clearly written across the front. Confused, he picked up the letter and turned it around to inspect it, only to frown at the emblem that was sealing the letter. Why was he getting a letter from the Ministry? Deciding not to waste any more time and ignoring the egg-fiasco that Peeves was in charge of, he ripped open the letter and started reading.....
................ and deadpan.
He was going to be reprimanded for helping the students get to safety? Really?! The man turned the letter over, as if expecting something else to be written there saying that this Lynley Purcell was just joking but no. Apparently, he really was in trouble for making portkeys in an emergency situation. Hirsch swore under his breath in German before folding up the letter again and tucking it away. Out of everything he'd ever gotten into trouble for, this had to be the most annoying.
Luckily, it was then that the food arrived, which gave him something else to concentrate on. Some sausages, some coffee and he didn't have to think about that meeting until the 3rd of July luckily.
He was just going to pretend that nothing had happened.
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Gaston smiled a little as Haraldur patted him on the shoulder. It was nice to see him; he'd been wondering when the older man would show up. "Hello, Haraldur," he greeted. "HOW are you?" And it seemed Ignatius had finished... whatever he was doing at the Slytherin table and joined them as well."Hello, Ignatius."
His attention turned to Laurel upon hearing her speak. "They did," he agreed. "I'm sure you must be very proud." The House Cup and the Quidditch Cup... really, it was quite an accomplishment! His expression darkened as her next words brought back memories of that awful day in Dufftown, and another wave of self-loathing crashed over him. If he hadn't taken that stunning spell and been knocked out, he probably could've prevented Laurel getting injured at all. "Yes, I am; thank you for your concern." Well, his arm had healed, but his heart... not so much. The mention of his wife got a small, slightly sad smile from him; classic Rose, always worrying about everyone but herself! He knew this had been just as hard on her as it was in him.
Gaston kept his eyes down, unable to even look out at the students... especially those at the Gryffindor table. He knew accidentally locking eyes with one of the graduating seventh years would turn him into a weepy mess, and he would prefer that not to happen in front of Hawthorne. Sad goodbyes were always a part of his job, but the longer he stayed, the more he got attached to his students, and the harder the goodbyes got.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Peeves happening until he felt something gooey dripping off his head. Egg... gross! With a quick flick of his wand, he cleaned the raw egg out of his hair, then started to aim at Peeves, but it seemed Hawthorne was already handling that. He replaced his wand and looked around to see if anyone else had been egged. As he did, he noticed Hirsch reading what looked like a letter, and he thought he heard him say something. What was that about? He eyed his neighbor with concern, but before he could ask, Hawthorne's speech started. He'd have to save his questions for later...
The dark-haired Frenchman forced himself to finally look out at the house tables as he followed Hawthorne's lead in applauding the Slytherins. A sudden pang of pride and sadness gripped his heart as he watched the seventh years rise. He kept a tight, forced smile glued on his face until the applause died down, trying to focus on their successes and not the fact that they'd soon walk out of his life forever. Finally the food appeared, but Gaston wasn't interested. Instead of overeating like most, he tended to deny himself food when he became emotional. Besides, he had something to attend to. He quietly excused himself and left the table.
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Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...
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SPOILER!!: KALE CHIP!
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Originally Posted by MunchyBubbles
Kalen Finally made his way into the great hall, his suit jacket was slung over his shoulder as he walked in, a little late. He wasn’t sure he was going to be here, having been in St.Mungos on and off since the Dufftown trip. He had in fact just gotten back and had time to dress and grab his tea and tea cup before rushing down here.
The curse had been fully lifted, and yet still his voice was still a bit deeper and more raspy than usual. A lovely reminder of how close he had come to choking.. Ahh well, at least he had been fully cleared by an overprotective brother and ex sister in law, to come back to work and live his life. Though they still wanted to see him once a month during the summer..
Just in case.
Kalen smiled as he saw Tris already up on the dais, his best friend looked sad and Kalen felt bad, he hadn’t meant to worry him. “Hello, Regina, Roderick and Laurel, how are you all this evening? ” He rasped out before he slid into his seat next to Tristan and gently poked his shoulder.
“What’s a matter Triscuit, you look like you’ve lost your best friend.” Kalen croaked at him as he set his tea cup on the table in front of him and put his jacket over the back of his chair.
Tristan was lost in his melancholy thoughts, and hadn't noticed that Kalen had just walked the length of the Great Hall. He didn't even realize it was him coming down the line of chairs until he sat down and spoke. A shocked look crossed his face for a brief moment before a huge smile that would make angels cry broke out. Before he realized what he was doing, he gave Kalen a hug bear hug. "Seems, I almost did." He said, his voice cracking a little from holding back tears. Emotional Triscuit.
He took a deep breath, giving Kale one last grip, and let him go. The students would be staring, and he was sure their fellow professors already were. "You, my friend, are no longer allowed to go on field trips without me." he said with a chuckle, wiping the one tear from his cheek that betrayed him. He was even contemplating going on that trip with him. He had friends that could come and take care of the animals while he was away.
His best friend was okay. He could breath easy again.
SPOILER!!: Curtains
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Originally Posted by Goblinfrog
"Good afternoon everyone. You look great, Laurel." So did the headmistress, by the way. He sat down at his seat and waited for the others to arrive. Neither Kay nor Paul had arrived yet, which meant he was situated between two empty seats.
"Evening, Curtains." Tristan said with a nod and small smile. He hadn't really been able to get to talk to the man very much this term. They had all been so busy with all of the different events and things going on. He hoped to get to know him better next year.
SPOILER!!: Paul
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Originally Posted by kayquilz
Once the play had finished (Which had been a SUCCESS by the waaaaay) he could relax. And so it was at this feast that he could relax. Especially with...the revolving of all that horrid stuff with those American professors. He sat himself down in his spot and let his gaze drift to the Hufflepuff table. He almost...choked up seeing them. But now was not the time. He just smiled in their general direction,...feeling especially quiet tonight for his own reasons.
When was food coming? His stomach was making more noise than he was for once. Many of his colleagues were here, too, and he had arrived a little after students did.
He thought next feast in September, he'd sit with his badgers. It would feel right.
Paul seemed to be reflecting on something. He was never this quiet. It was rather unnerving. But he didn't want to bother the older gentleman. He left him to his thoughts and hoped to talk to him later.
SPOILER!!: MyWhatAGuyThatGASTON
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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy
He took a deep breath, absentmindedly adjusting his gold lion pin as he approached the dais. "Good evening, everyone," he greeted. A polite nod of acknowledgment was given to Hawthorne, and he managed a small smile for Hirsch and Laurel as he took his seat.
His expression turned to concern as he turned the other direction toward Tristan and Kalen. When he saw how sad Tristan looked, he knew he couldn't hide the sadness in his own eyes. He gave him a wobbly, though hopefully still encouraging, smile, but his smile steadied as he looked at Kalen.
"Evening, Gaston." Tristan said with a small smile. "How are Rose and the Baby doing? I'm sorry we haven't had much time to talk this term." He said patting the charms professor on the shoulder. He could tell Gaston was in a mood tonight. But he wouldn't push the subject. They all were in a mood. They all were worried about Kaysha.
SPOILER!!: LovelyLaurel
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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch
Tristan made his way up on the staff dais some minutes after Roderick. It was a little odd because he usually was one of the ones to arrive late. Jackets seemed to be the men's theme for the night as Tristan hung a leather one over his chair before sitting down. Looking past Roderick at Tristan she grinned "Thank you Tristan! The snakes did really good this year. I'm very proud of them." After taking another sip of juice she asked to distract him since his sad eyes hadn't gone her by. "Got any fun summer plans planned?" [/COLOR]
"You're welcome! They really did an awesome job this year. As you should be." Tristan said with a wink. He noticed she seemed to be doing better from the injuries she had sustained at Dufftown. "I am so very glad you have healed up well." He said with a nod to her hand and shoulder.
Ah, summer plans. "At the moment just a trip to Wales to visit my family, and then London to get supplies for the creatures. Other than that, I am wide open." He said with a small grin. He really did need a break...maybe he would have to have someone from the Sanctuary out to take care of his creatures so he could have a bit more time.
SPOILER!!: Haraldur
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Originally Posted by potterobsessionist
"Hello there, hi, good evening." He nodded as he passed them behind their backs, giving each and every one of them a heavy pat on their shoulders. He really had grown fond of them all. (He might have also given Roderik two quick pats on his head as he waddled by. A show of affection. Please accept, don't reject.) Bosswoman Reggie didn't get a pat though. She did however get a smug smile and a happy 'good evening' as he found his seat after greeting everyone. SEEEEEEE? He could be reasonable. He could be on time. Kind of. At least he hadn't missed her speech. [/color]
"Evening, Haraldur." Tristan said with a nod and a grin as he gave him a pat on the shoulders. He was a strange old guy, but really cool and very kind. He really enjoyed the older man's company, when they got to actually sit down and talk to each other.
SPOILER!!: Noble
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Originally Posted by hermygirl
"Evening," he greeted his colleagues. Perhaps it was good; perhaps not. Who was he to decide? It was a pleasant enough surprise to see Kalen back though, and Gaston got a nod too. The fellow had looked rather tired when they'd passed in the corridor earlier, and he wasn't sure if it was still new father vibes, or something related to the aftermath from the Dufftown incident. Although not as tired as Curtains, apparently, who seemed to have forgotten what time of day it was. The eccentricity of the man never ceased to amaze.
"Evening, Ignatius. Hope you are doing well this evening." Tristan said with a smile and a nod. He hoped the older man's first term teaching had gone well. He seemed to be in good spirits tonight.
SPOILER!!: Hirschy
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Originally Posted by hermionesclone
It didn't take long for someone else to arrive at the staff table, causing Hirsch to turn his head and smile at the new arrival. "Hey, Tristan, I'm doing well. How are you? Got any plans for the summer?" He hoped the plans included some drinks because considering what the end of the year had been like, he needed it. They all did.
Tristan gave Roderik a small smile and a nod, "Doing well. Just going to Wales to visit the family and then off to London for supplies as of right now. I was thinking we," he wagged his pointer finger between himself, Kalen, Gaston, and the Hirsch, "could sneak down to the pub tonight after the feast. What say you? If anyone else wants to come they surely could. I think we kinda need it." They more than needed it...they deserved it.
When the owl suddenly tossed the letter in Hirch's direction, his eyebrows squished together in confusion. But he didn't ask. It wasn't his business.
SPOILER!!: PEEEEEVES!
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Originally Posted by Peeves
Yawn! Nothing else to see at this end of the table. Time to go crack those two soft-boiled sad sacks (Gaston and Tristan) at the other end!
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Peeves pelted them. "Whassamatter with you? Can't keep your sunny-side up?!" He rolled over in midair, cackling at his own yolk joke. He had to admit, that was his best one yet!
Before the eggs even made it near him, he had his wand out flicking them in the opposite direction. "Peeves, go bother someone who isn't competent at using a wand, in other words, yourself." He rolled his eyes at the poltergeist and then heard the Headmistress shewing him as well.
SPOILER!!: Headmistress
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Originally Posted by Zoe
"Hello, Tristian," she said, giving him a nod as well. Her eyes then shifted over to Kalen, who she noted seemed to be doing much better these days after the Dufftown incident. "I'm doing quite well, Kalen. Yourself? And how is Kaysha doing?" She assumed he had managed to quickly check in on her before leaving Mungo's and returning to the school.
And then Peeves happened, which resulted in eggs being thrown. Her eyes narrowed as she stood up from her seat, finding his antics anything put funny. She took out her wand and pointed it straight at him. "Don't you have something you should be doing elsewhere, Peeves?" Without another word, she implanted a false memory and then began her walk around the table. It was time for her to give her last speech of the term without any poltergeists around.
"Ladies and gentlemen, another term has come to an end,” the headmistress began. “After everything that we faced this term," – more red hawks, a number of possessions, and the Dufftown chaos – "I think we are all due for a well-deserved holiday. But, as always, there are a few last-minute matters to address and then a feast to enjoy."
"As the banners hanging from the ceiling suggest, Slytherin House has won the House Cup yet again with a striking one-thousand, seven hundred, and fifty-two points. The members of this House have also won the Quidditch Cup. In recognition of their hard work and House unity, a round of applause is in order."
She clapped her hands together, her eyes set on the Slytherin table.
"Now, at this time, I invite our graduates to please rise," Regina continued, pausing for a moment to allow a number of those in the room to stand. "After seven years of education, you have learned so much, made lifelong friends, and even experienced some strange occurrences. Having made it through it all and even surviving your NEWTs, the time has come for you to leave your mark on the world. I wish you all the best as you begin the next chapter of your lives. Good luck, and remember that Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."
Her hands clapped together for a fair amount of time, followed by a gesture that signaled the graduates to return to their seats and then a grandiose wave of her hand that made a variety of food and drink appear on all of the tables.
"Enjoy!"
Tristan listened intently as the Headmistress spoke to the students. He clapped for the Slytherin's who had put in such hard work this term. He was very proud of all of them.
He then clapped for the seventh years. He couldn't believe another term had gone by so quickly. This kids were just fifth years when he started teaching them. He hoped they all lived up to their potential and reached their goals.
Finally it was time to eat, which he gave a quick clap for as well. He was starving! Time to EAT!
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Wasn't anybody going to react to Peeves's egging on?! Geddit? EGGING... because eggs! Shame on them! And after all his hard work stealing those egg from the house elves too!
OOH, FINALLY! Crazy Creature Teacher had something to say. "Missed me, missed me! Now you gotta kiss me!" he sang, dancing away from the eggs flying. Then he floated up to him and blew a loud, wet raspberry right in his face.
Then Prissy Professorheadmistress opened her big mouth. AWW! She was NO FUN! "NYAH!" He thumbed his nose at her. "Can't you take a YOLK?!"
He was having too much fun taunting her to notice her wand until it was too late.
Hey... what was he doing here?! He was late for an appointment! Without another word, he sped out of the Great Hall.
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