Post by gallagher on Feb 1, 2012 0:55:37 GMT -5
There was nothing special about the morning. It was simply another winter day but the chatter around the corridors and at the breakfast table would suggest something rather different. It had began to snow during the day and the students had awoken to a thick layer of snow around the castle grounds. Gallagher chuckled to himself. There was a humbling effect that such a simple occurrence could raise so much chatter and excitement. Sitting at the head table, he sipped his coffee watching the delightful expressions of the students, some of whom were secretly hoping that classes would be cancelled so that they could enjoy the first snow. This of course was not going to happen, most of the classrooms where inside the castle and if students had to venture down to Herbology of any other outside the class, the main thoroughfares had already been cleared.
Gallagher grabbed another piece of bacon and of a moment thought the heard his nickname come from the Hufflepuff table but as he looked up, a few second years suddenly became very interested in their oatmeal. It was no secret to him that most of the students had begun to call him Professor Baldy as of course he had not a single hair on his head. He found it funny, but he didn’t allow students to call him that directly, for as much fun as he had with his students, they needed to respect and act in a respectful manner to the staff. It was something he was trying to instill in them other than a knowledge of Charms.
He was surprised that some of the other professor has not yet made it down to breakfast, perhaps they too were hoping that classes were going to be canceled. Most of the staff was far younger the he and some still possessed some of the, well, undesirable qualities of youth. Nevertheless, the were still apart of the staff and Gallagher was not about to point out those qualities, it was not his job nor his place.
Beau, the aging Barn Owl that he been with Gallagher for countless years, dropped off the mornings edition of the Daily Prophet. There wasn’t much speak of in terms of important news. A few human interest articles and a Dragon sighting off the coast of Bournemouth that had been quickly covered up. He flipped through the rest of the paper not really interested in what he was reading. Every now and again, he would peak over the top to see what the happening at the House tables. He let out a sigh, folded the paper and placed on the table and took another sip of his coffee. There was nothing special about the morning.
Gallagher grabbed another piece of bacon and of a moment thought the heard his nickname come from the Hufflepuff table but as he looked up, a few second years suddenly became very interested in their oatmeal. It was no secret to him that most of the students had begun to call him Professor Baldy as of course he had not a single hair on his head. He found it funny, but he didn’t allow students to call him that directly, for as much fun as he had with his students, they needed to respect and act in a respectful manner to the staff. It was something he was trying to instill in them other than a knowledge of Charms.
He was surprised that some of the other professor has not yet made it down to breakfast, perhaps they too were hoping that classes were going to be canceled. Most of the staff was far younger the he and some still possessed some of the, well, undesirable qualities of youth. Nevertheless, the were still apart of the staff and Gallagher was not about to point out those qualities, it was not his job nor his place.
Beau, the aging Barn Owl that he been with Gallagher for countless years, dropped off the mornings edition of the Daily Prophet. There wasn’t much speak of in terms of important news. A few human interest articles and a Dragon sighting off the coast of Bournemouth that had been quickly covered up. He flipped through the rest of the paper not really interested in what he was reading. Every now and again, he would peak over the top to see what the happening at the House tables. He let out a sigh, folded the paper and placed on the table and took another sip of his coffee. There was nothing special about the morning.