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They seemed like a decent lot of professors. All of them were troubled by who the future headmaster was, and in some vein of thought, Seraphima felt a relief with this. To have no clue always made her feel a bit off; but to have a whole group of person pondering such a (in a way) lighthearted mystery felt welcoming. They all had at least one thing in common. No one knew for sure.
Now, the change of scenery had been pleasant, to say the least. She had a better idea of how to re-arrange her classroom. Why had she not made the initial leap of faith before? The desks would just not do. Pillows were solidly more comfortable and make much better for her lesson plan. Ah yes, a bit eccentric and odd for a class of her type. But, she always was a tad bit off.
With a flick of her wrist, the room began to please itself to Seraphima’s liking. Hurry, hurry, no. Seraphima mused to herself. She was perhaps a bit interested in the Hogsmeade Back to School Party. In fact, she was half-wondering if any new co conclusions had been drawn about the Headmaster.
Her heeled boots clicked together and shuffled, as she made a small curtsy to her room. “Thank you very much,” Seraphima grinned. And with her wand in her hand, she turned and left her classroom. When she left the room, she tapped her wand twice on the dusty air of the school. The lights of the classroom turned off, and the door shut and locked with a click.
What to wear? What to wear?
Naturally, she thought to wear the exact outfit she was already sporting. It did not look half-bad, and if anything, she felt it added a sense of respectfulness to her job title, considering how odd her classroom had been sorted. However, her mother dearest might make small talk, and wasting such an opportunity to model her mother’s latest spells would only be quite distasteful.
