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Post by Headmaster Kalvin Krum on Oct 12, 2007 15:02:37 GMT -5
Kalvin looked at her. "The term will begin, when there will be enough professors for the classes. When there will be more students arriving." he told her. He looked at the few students eating breakfast. Many have sent applications for Hogwarts, yet not many have arrived yet. That was very odd indeed.
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Post by b on Oct 14, 2007 1:21:22 GMT -5
Nikki nodded her head. "Well that is very odd. Isn't the other way around?" she asked. After finishing her food she stood up. "Well I bid you all adieu. And have a guten morgen." she said with a smile, she loved speaking in different languages. "I must go and unpack. Hope to see you all later." she said and walked out the Great Hall
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Post by Professor Malachi Hawkins on Oct 15, 2007 0:33:24 GMT -5
Malachi groaned as he looked out the large black carriage that he was occupying. He was once again at Hogwarts, a place where he thought he'd never come again. He was 21 and he was going to be a teacher, and it had been 3 or 4 years since he'd stepped foot on the Hogwarts Grounds, but that's exactly what he was doing as he stepped out of the carriage, grabbing his many trunks. For being a guy, he had a lot of clothing. It took alot of magic, but finally, he put everything away in his office and residency, then changed his clothes to faded jeans that had rips and holes in them, a black skeleton hoody. Sure, he didn't look like a professor, but he figured that he'd be known here for his unique style. Maybe he'd be the cool teacher. He was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and who didn't like that class? It was awesome.
Finally reaching the bottom floor, Malachi walked through the doors of the great hall, making his way down a corridor and into the oversized chamber, looking at the other teachers that were at the staff people. It looked like many students weren't here yet. He put his hands through his hair, tucking a strand of red-streaked hair behind his ear, hoping the teachers wouldn't mind his makeup and stuff. Sighing, he sat down at a seat, which was inbetween the many seats seperating Nicole and Chris. He slumped in the seat and looked at the house point hour glasses. [/size][/color] |
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