Samaire
Moon
- Joined
- May 2, 2015
It was going to be an unforgettable evening. She recalled the first time she set foot in Hogwarts. The very journey had been truly magical. The pure embodiment of the spirit of Hogwarts. It hadn’t been long since last she was there, but things had changed. It felt like an eternity. It was with joy, and sadness she thought back to her days at Hogwarts.
The friend she made , and the friends she lost. It was all bittersweet.
“-During Professor Flitwick's study of goblins and advanced French charms in Champagne, Ms. Luna Lovegood will be stepping in and taking his place for this year. As both Head of Ravenclaw and Charms professor.”
That was her cue. Luna daintily corrected her navy coloured witch-hat, it had a small eagle figure attached to it. Long blonde hair was flowing down over her shoulders. She felt so, grown up. With that she’d stand up, when she was being presented at the table. A smile, folded hands, she’d have fun teaching them about Bibbering Humdingers. There was some half-hearted applause, and she’d sit back down. Around the table was a lot of old familiar faces, and some not so familiar. Even some she was surprised was still there.
Like the pale darkhaired man that taught potions, and had this extreme hatred for every Dark Arts professor that had ever taught at the school. There was a conspiracy there somewhere, she was certain of it. Severus Snape. She always wondered about that man. He of course, was a few seats over, so to break the awkward silence that covered the long-table after the initial presentation, she’d lean forward, smile to him and say . “Professor Snape, did you ever work out if Rufus Scrimgeour was a vampire?”
The friend she made , and the friends she lost. It was all bittersweet.
“-During Professor Flitwick's study of goblins and advanced French charms in Champagne, Ms. Luna Lovegood will be stepping in and taking his place for this year. As both Head of Ravenclaw and Charms professor.”
That was her cue. Luna daintily corrected her navy coloured witch-hat, it had a small eagle figure attached to it. Long blonde hair was flowing down over her shoulders. She felt so, grown up. With that she’d stand up, when she was being presented at the table. A smile, folded hands, she’d have fun teaching them about Bibbering Humdingers. There was some half-hearted applause, and she’d sit back down. Around the table was a lot of old familiar faces, and some not so familiar. Even some she was surprised was still there.
Like the pale darkhaired man that taught potions, and had this extreme hatred for every Dark Arts professor that had ever taught at the school. There was a conspiracy there somewhere, she was certain of it. Severus Snape. She always wondered about that man. He of course, was a few seats over, so to break the awkward silence that covered the long-table after the initial presentation, she’d lean forward, smile to him and say . “Professor Snape, did you ever work out if Rufus Scrimgeour was a vampire?”