Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 6:10:20 GMT
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For the sake of not scarring every single in-coming student, Iain was advised not to wear his usual formal wear. The concern of culture shock from the foreign might be too great -- or so the Headmaster said.[break][break]
Silly kids, can't even handle seeing a kilt. Where is the fun in making sure everyone was a hundred percent comfortable? (By now, the Hogwarts students have known of the kilt.)[break][break]
Well, the Scotsman supposed that plenty of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students are already experiencing some kind of culture shock. He heard that the Beauxbatons Castle was a whole lot more well-kept than the dusy and often pretty cold halls of Hogwarts. One would have assumed that after the castle was in need of reconstruction that the previous Headmaster would have invested in some kind of remodeling as well.[break][break]
By this point, Iain had seen the two schools already show off with their entrance into the Great Hall, and he could remember an almost identical routine when he was a mere 5th Year, sitting amongst the Gryffindors. The only difference was that he wasn't quite so impressed now compared to when he was a much younger brat... and that he was now sitting at the head table.[break][break]
It was longer this time, with what making enough space for two more to sit beside the Headmaster-- well three more actually. Upon hearing that there was someone from the Ministry of Magic to supervise this event, Iain's mood immediately soured the moment he learned just exactly who it was.[break][break]
It just has to be her, he thought almost bitter with a childish 'disliking' to the Ministry representative. He might as well blame her for his lost of appetite either. The wine in the goblet he had was weak -- almost like diluted grape juice. Damn, the Headmaster made sure that there will be no drunk professors tonight. There was no way he was going to enjoy his night knowing that the drink was too wimpy to get him smashed and the food not really being tasty.[break][break]
Please let the formalities be done and over with so he can go back to his office.[break][break]
Notes: Adults only party kiddos. Who wants to get smashed after this dumb dinner.
Will you go crazy or will you drop your stupid ego, or will you choose to struggle? you're acting crazy so go ahead and free your mouth of my name.[break][break][break][break]
I swear you don't respect your h e r o e s.
For the sake of not scarring every single in-coming student, Iain was advised not to wear his usual formal wear. The concern of culture shock from the foreign might be too great -- or so the Headmaster said.[break][break]
Silly kids, can't even handle seeing a kilt. Where is the fun in making sure everyone was a hundred percent comfortable? (By now, the Hogwarts students have known of the kilt.)[break][break]
Well, the Scotsman supposed that plenty of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students are already experiencing some kind of culture shock. He heard that the Beauxbatons Castle was a whole lot more well-kept than the dusy and often pretty cold halls of Hogwarts. One would have assumed that after the castle was in need of reconstruction that the previous Headmaster would have invested in some kind of remodeling as well.[break][break]
By this point, Iain had seen the two schools already show off with their entrance into the Great Hall, and he could remember an almost identical routine when he was a mere 5th Year, sitting amongst the Gryffindors. The only difference was that he wasn't quite so impressed now compared to when he was a much younger brat... and that he was now sitting at the head table.[break][break]
It was longer this time, with what making enough space for two more to sit beside the Headmaster-- well three more actually. Upon hearing that there was someone from the Ministry of Magic to supervise this event, Iain's mood immediately soured the moment he learned just exactly who it was.[break][break]
It just has to be her, he thought almost bitter with a childish 'disliking' to the Ministry representative. He might as well blame her for his lost of appetite either. The wine in the goblet he had was weak -- almost like diluted grape juice. Damn, the Headmaster made sure that there will be no drunk professors tonight. There was no way he was going to enjoy his night knowing that the drink was too wimpy to get him smashed and the food not really being tasty.[break][break]
Please let the formalities be done and over with so he can go back to his office.[break][break]
Notes: Adults only party kiddos. Who wants to get smashed after this dumb dinner.
