Shifting slightly Tænar wondered if this was a bad idea. So many people so close to her was a bit… overwhelming. And the stench of burning tobacco from the man’s walk through the courtyard. Merlin’s BEARD!!! it stank, and it was in his clothes and hair and beard!!! How did one breathe with that stench? Did his food all taste the same, like bunt ash?
“What troublemakers are we anticipating? I’m assuming at Least one Weasley this year, at some level or other. The sight of Red Hair, such a double-edged sword. Girls are sharp as a whip; boys are a nightmare. Did anybody have a curriculum or student roster?”
Looking over the other teachers she sort of recognized a couple. Not really though. She might have had classes with two, but she’d been so obsessed with her grades that flirting, or any other social event, had been beyond her comprehension. She’d learned to dance, eventually, but she’d never been asked to any of the school dances. Hells she hadn’t even realized there was a dance until the day of when everyone was in fine dress and looking handsome and/or beautiful.
Not to say she was lonely or a recluse, she had Storm Cloud after all, as her familiar they went everywhere together even place he shouldn’t. Closing her eyes for a moment she called him, and within a triple heartbeat he was bouncing into the room like a puppy. A 200# muscle bound puppy in the shape of a Rottweiler. But he was just a baby to her.
Tossing small bits of sausage to him she scratched his head, which he laid on the bench neck to her hip. After a second he gave a horrific sneeze before returning his head to his spot.