As entrances go, his was a bit more flashy, with purple smoke and him floating in the middle of the room.
"Hey! My sabbatical's supposed to be in Tahiti, not Scotland!"
But no matter how many times he poofed, he just reappeared in the Sorting Room.
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Oh fine. If I'm stuck here, may as well fill this out. )
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"It sounds like tons of fun! And I think I know the right place for you. In the future, if you're ever asked to preside over a case involving your dear old friend the Sorting Hat, keep that in mind!"
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