New Teacher Tea
It’s the beginning of a new year at Hogwarts. A time for sharpening the quills, sewing name tags in robes, new books, fresh wands, and dusting cobwebs from the brain.
And, for Dumbledore, a time to sit down with the new teachers to see how their first week has gone.
The tea table is set up in the Headmaster’s study. The windows are open to a warm breeze. On the sideboard, a collection of delicate silver devices quietly chirp, whir, and occasionally spout steam. And a phoenix, sitting on a golden perch, watches over the proceedings with lazy, half-closed eyes.
Dumbledore smiles and waves his guest to the purple cushioned chairs.
“Cecilia. Lerwick. No need to stand on ceremony. Please, sit.”
And, for Dumbledore, a time to sit down with the new teachers to see how their first week has gone.
The tea table is set up in the Headmaster’s study. The windows are open to a warm breeze. On the sideboard, a collection of delicate silver devices quietly chirp, whir, and occasionally spout steam. And a phoenix, sitting on a golden perch, watches over the proceedings with lazy, half-closed eyes.
Dumbledore smiles and waves his guest to the purple cushioned chairs.
“Cecilia. Lerwick. No need to stand on ceremony. Please, sit.”