Post by Professor Theda McBaine on Jan 25, 2005 12:46:09 GMT -5
Professor McBaine seemed unuasually animated as she paced the calssroom floor. She was typically found sitting on a cushion, clamly immersed in mediatation or daydreams, but today she paced ceaselessly. She was disturbed that none of her classes had gained any attendence and sincerely worried that she might lose her position at Hogwarts if things diod not change soon. She worried and fretted and chewed on her bottom lip and wrung her hands as she paced. Would they never come?
She made her way to the supplies cupboard and threw open the doors, counting the tea cups and gazing crystals and scrying mirrors for the fourth time since she had entered the room. She was just doing it to be doing something. She heard the trap door slam open and turned to see someone entering....
She made her way to the supplies cupboard and threw open the doors, counting the tea cups and gazing crystals and scrying mirrors for the fourth time since she had entered the room. She was just doing it to be doing something. She heard the trap door slam open and turned to see someone entering....