 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Shifting the weight of his backpack on his shoulder, Sabel ran a hand over his face as he stepped into the charms room, stiffling a yawn. He hadn't slept well yet again the past night due to Merlin's constant rampage over his face and stomach. He needed to get that reature a cat bed.
Dropping his hand he blinked. First things first, the classroom was set up in a very similar style to the DADA class, minus the creepy black table in the centre. And the strange Professor. His eyes flicked to the desk at the other end and his thoughts stopped. Okay maybe include strange Professor. It was the same one he had run into, or rather that had been staring at him, at the opening feast. The one that had mentioned condiments on his robes.
Moving over to one of the student desks, Sabel pulled back the chair and gave the Professor a smile; hopefully it wasn't as dopey as he felt. "Did the dryceaners manage to remove the mustard stains, Sir? Yellow didn't go very well with those robes."
Maybe not the most proper greeting. But a greeting nonetheless. |