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Staff Table https://s26.postimg.cc/7rvtkzno9/staff-table-banner.jpg On a raised dais situated at the farthest point of 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 on 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 headmaster. |
Wow. One whole term in the books. Gabi felt like she had simply blinked, and the whole thing had gone by in an instant. It certainly hadn't gone the way she had anticipated, but then again - did things EVER go the way you anticipated at Hogwarts? Usually not, from her experience. She headed up to the staff table, taking her place at the table near the middle and sitting down with a small sigh. She was just as ready for summer as most of her students were. She was ready to get home, spend time with Armen, do some projects around the house...and before she knew it, she'd be back to do it all over again! |
Finneas was in very high spirits! He and Alina would be spending the summer sailing across the ocean in her yacht. There was much to look forward to and his very excitement was evident in both his face and his gait. In typical Finneas fashion, he bumbled and fumbled his way down the Great Hall towards the raised dais. Tonight he was sporting ill-fitting BLUE robes because even though Ravenclaw did no win the house cup, he would still support his students. He wore yellow briefs though because #hufflepuff4life. Ahem. Anyway, ANYWAY, AnYwAy. Enough on that. He started at one end of the table, bumping into a few chairs on his way over to his seat. "Whoops! Pardon me!" OWWW. He winced in pain when his toe made contact with the foot of Gabriela's chair. He then hopped a few times to make it to his own seat where he promptly flopped down on and quickly bent over to tend to his poor, throbbing toe. |
Following Finneas into the Great Hall usually made Carwyn to be ultra cautious, normally worried for his fellow Professor's health more than his own. Walking two or three steps behind him, and having made it to the dias he Wouldn't that have been a nice thought? Sadly, a swift kick to Gabiela's chair meant that Finneas was hoping around all the while aiming for his own chair. The older gentleman winced himself however, knowing how horrible the pain was that could shoot through you when you injured your toes (or feet in general). Placing one hand carefully under the man's elbow he helped to stabalise him slightly before he could fall over and hurt himself further. "That sounded sore, Finneas." He said soothingly as he slipped easily into his own chair next to the Muggle Studies Professor, keeping an eye on him as he did so. |
By the time Malachi was halfway through the Great Hall, he saw the great disaster that was Finneas Schmoe. Of course, by now, the Headmaster was used to the man's many blunders and ...fashion choices so there was little more than a pause in his step before he continued on his way to his seat. "Gabriela." He greeted the healer as he sunk into his seat. She'd done as good a job as he could hope mending his shoulder. Now it only hurt when the weather dipped--something he hoped wouldn't be permanent. "Congratulations might be in order, Finneas. Your Ravenclaws got on my wrong side the least, this term." They hadn't won the cup, true. But they and the Hufflepuffs....they now had a special place in his heart. If next term was anything like this one, that would not change and Hogwarts would have half as many students still enrolled. Speaking of, Trent looked down at the tables, wondering if his paroled students had show up yet. He'd be keeping an eye on them. "Anyone else counting down until the Hogwarts Express pulls up?" Anyone? Just him? He was ready. |
Carwyn wasn't the only one leaving a safe distance between himself and Schmoe...Noble was too. And, as ever, it was the right decision. For some reason, the Muggle Studies professor had decided to go the scenic route to his chair, which somehow ended in lots of hopping. Noble merely straightened his own robes (Italian tailored midnight black edged in a trim of gold) as he reached his chair, giving Schmoe a light roll of his eyes. "I certainly won't be sad for the break," Noble replied to the Headmaster whilst waiting for the man on his right to get sorted so he could finally take his seat. This term had been wearing, and not in the usual ways. He'd faced inferi, dragons and pink mutants in his time teaching, but nothing had been quite so draining as the founders' presence had ended up being. "Have you any plans?" His involved a trip to a Tuscan vineyard, and some relaxing sunny afternoons enjoying the sound of leather on willow watching his daughter play cricket. |
Simran had woken up early today, and was not nearly as salty about it as she would usually be when waking up before noon. She'd spent the day carefully packing her office into boxes, and chatting with George von Rhetticus' portrait outside her office. Despite all the drama with the portraits this term, he would quite possibly always be her favourite. The previous evening had seen her enter the Gryffindor common room to tell them the news -- it had sobered the usually boisterous group so quickly that she quite nearly marched straight to Malachi's office to take back her resignation. But alas, that wasn't exactly an option, so it ended in the biggest and most tearful group hug of her life. Now, resplendant in a duochrome saree that flickered red and gold like a flame when she walked, she took in the hall decor with a sense of pride. Despite all their shenanigans this term, they'd somehow won the house cup. It was quite heartening. She'd just missed Finneas stubbing his toe, but sent the man a half-smile as she approached. She'd grown quite fond of the manchild over the past year. She'd grown fond of most of her colleagues, actually. "Not me," she said, shaking her head at Malachi as she took her seat. "I'm trying to savour the feast. With the rate I'm going at, it might be a good sixty years before I see Hogwarts again." Provided, of course, she didn't kick the bucket before then. Albus Dumbledore certainly had, and many wizards much better than herself. She was probably more stubborn than the most of them, though, so it remained to be seen. For now. |
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"You have no idea," Piers muttered to the headmaster as he took his seat at the table. It was a relief just to be there, but they still had to endure one last night. Thankfully, all of his remaining dogs were already safe at home in Brighton. |
This man was EXCITED. His first year here was almost over - we say almost, because who knew what was going to happen between now and the kids getting on that train and out of his hair. And honestly, it had been a success. Grades in his subject had come up, there were a lot more natural ingredients being used in products and he was talking more about natural skin and hair care ALL the time. It had been a risk, taking Herbology in that direction this year, but he thought it had paid off. He was constantly having to replenish his stock after the kids had put their own products together. Gus headed into the Great Hall with a bounce in his step and a smile on his face. Nothing unusual about that for the man. What WAS unusual was the framed photo of his three kids in his hand that he set on the staff table before his seat when he got there. One day, his kids would be in a wizarding school - he didn't know which, but he doubted it would be this one. And he wanted them to experience this one from all angles. Including the staff table. "I'm just excited to see my rugrats. My other rugrats, anyway." Not the ones at the four tables ahead of them. Those were his teen rugrats that would be super against being called rugrats. |
Ah, peace and quiet. It had been nice for a few moments, until Finneas showed up and promptly created a ruckus. She winced a little as he stubbed his foot RIGHT on her chair, jostling her just as she had taken a sip of her drink, of course. "Alright, Finneas?" she asked him as he took his seat, brushing the front of her blouse which was now wet thanks to him. That had sounded like it hurt... Gabi smiled at Trent as he sat down. The man had definitely exceeded her expectations this term - they had been thrown a bunch of curveballs, and he had dealt with each one as well as anyone could have. Who would have thought the portraits would somehow figure out how to LEAVE their frames and then go on a rampage around the school? Even by Hogwarts standards, that was...highly unusual. She chuckled at his question and nodded. "I am MORE than ready to be back in France with my family," she told him with a grin. And on to less pleasant matters...she frowned at her colleague. "We'll miss you, Simran, but you've more than earned a break," she said encouragingly with a smile. Honestly, they all had. She wouldn't have been surprised if anyone ducked out after one a term or two here. She had more than a few gray hairs from this term - they were all expertly concealed of course, but they were there just the same. ...why was Gus carrying around a picture of his children? He was going to see them in a few short hours, wasn't he? |
SPOILER!!: Before the speech They all deserved a rest and there was no need to keep anyone waiting any longer. As was his m/o, Malachi rose to his feet and tapped on the edge of his goblet (magnifying the sound) to gain the attention of the students who were also likely itching to get their summers started. "I'd like everyone's attention for a moment." The Headmaster paused to give them time to settle. "We've made it through another term here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and before I say anything else, I'd personally like to thank everyone who didn't force me to give them a detention or any variation of point loss. At the end of the day, you're the real winners here." There had been a flare up of bad behaviour while in France, one that he didn't expect to get worse when they returned to the castle and yet....yet, how many detentions had he and others held this term? "To those on the other side of that compliment, I'm gonna need you to do better." And soon. "Congratulations are in order for Gryffindor. They've won the house cup by some great miracle given all the points they've lost this term." And a tight smile. Could they tell how unimpressed he was with their overall performance this term? Could they all tell? He did initiate the applause, however. Praise where praise was due was always something he believed in. They'd won, fair and square. He wouldn't take that much from them. "As a little heads up for you, Professor De Nostredame is making a speedy recovery, however he will not be returning come September. Similarly, our dear Professor Simran will also not be returning." Another necessary pause for reactions and the like. "We'll also be saying goodbye to our Seventh Years. This is it, kids--well, I don't suppose I can call you kids anymore. You've grown throughout your time here. I'm not worried about the future for most of you and like to hope that when you set out on the Hogwarts Express for the last time in the morning, you'll remember all you've learned here and be able to apply them in your daily lives. Good luck out there." Most of them would be missed. Most. "For the rest of you, while I will encourage you to keep up on some studying this summer, I'd also like you to have some fun. It's been another hectic year for us all and a little R&R never hurt anyone. Now then, let's eat!" The Headmaster clapped his hands in finality then sunk back into his seat. On cue, the food began to appear. He was starving. |
Honestly, HOW had Gryffindor won the house cup. Bernadette Grantham had led a mission into the Forbidden Forest, not to mention her own personal agenda of trying to burn the castle down. The amount of points she lost (or maybe should have lost) should have been enough to sink the Gryffindor ship. He was bitter. But whatever. Piers listened to the rest of the feast, his eyes on the Slytherin table. He noted that his son was asleep, which.. might have bothered him if he weren't so exhausted. At least Curtis couldn't cause any trouble while he was asleep. As for the seventh years, there were a few in his house that he would miss. Gunnar had been an excellent student leader and would be hard to replace. Once the feast was over and the food was in front of them, Piers picked up his silverware and dug into the food. He liked the castle's food, but he had definitely missed his husband's cooking. "Got any summer plans, Trent?" he asked in between bites. |
”Er, yes,” he responded to Gabriela with a sheepish sort of expression. ”My most sincere apologies about your… er… blouse,” which he was not looking at because it was wet and that would be… weird. And yes, his toe was very sore, yes. ”Happens all the time,” he laughed awkwardly in reply to Carwyn. It really did though. Finneas was no very great on his feet. He did turn up right though because there was a feast taking place and he wasn’t one to ouch his feet before eating. That would be in poor manners. ”Oh!” His surprise at the congratulations was quite apparent. ”They’re very well-behaved, er, yes.” He was fortunate for that, really. Schmoe would discipline if need be, but he really rather not raise his voice. He was the gentle, mousy type. AnYwAy. He was very pleased that he one prefect hadn’t soured Malachi to the house in its entirety. Finneas’ tum let out a loud gurgle, reminding him that food would be on its way shortly. Once everyone else arrived, that is. And it did look like the dais was starting to fill up as well. He waved over at Ignatius (oblivious to that eyeroll of his) who was just now joining them. Simran’s arrival was met with just as much glee, though he was very disappointed she would not be returning next term. Surely they would still see each other though. Finneas planned on keeping in touch. He smiled at the others as well. But saved the biggest smile for the arrival of food which promptly followed the speech. CHEERS, everyone! |
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