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- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Interested in Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Gay
- Wand
- Straight 9 1/2 Inch Rigid Walnut Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
- Age
- 1/1999 (65)
The only thing Monty disliked about Professor Tuuri was the location of his office. The Potions Professor liked to scoff at Arvo's attempts to blame the many stairs between them for his lack of visiting, but this was mostly in jest, because even at fourty-two Monty found them a physical struggle. This frequent reminder of his age alone was reason enough for him to begin resenting the climb. It was good exercise, certainly, but that was about all that could be said in its favour.
When the pair had talked themselves dry, and to have consumed any more of Kata's cupcakes would have put either one of them at immediate risk of heart failure, Monty finally said goodbye and quitted the small office on the sixth floor. He didn't often see this part of the castle; there was rarely any requirement for him to ascend further than the corridor on which the library was situated; and so he paused by a tall window to admire this unfamiliar and brilliant view over the grounds. It was raining, and a light drizzle and misty grey haze somewhat obscured his sight, but he found beauty in it anyway. As he turned finally to go back down the stairs, a curious sound halted him in his tracks. The song that he had momentarily thought familiar, upon further listening, quickly revealed itself to be the very one Monty had written to assist in his students' studying. But the voice in question was not familiar, and only by some miracle of mankind could have belonged to any of the students he'd sung it to. Unsure as to whether he should feel proud or embarrassed, Monty turned in pursuit of the noise, which, by now, had grown quite loud, his endeavour eventually leading him to a boy he knew only to be a prefect. "Hello," Monty said hesitantly, as he caught up with him. "Say, where did you hear that song?"
When the pair had talked themselves dry, and to have consumed any more of Kata's cupcakes would have put either one of them at immediate risk of heart failure, Monty finally said goodbye and quitted the small office on the sixth floor. He didn't often see this part of the castle; there was rarely any requirement for him to ascend further than the corridor on which the library was situated; and so he paused by a tall window to admire this unfamiliar and brilliant view over the grounds. It was raining, and a light drizzle and misty grey haze somewhat obscured his sight, but he found beauty in it anyway. As he turned finally to go back down the stairs, a curious sound halted him in his tracks. The song that he had momentarily thought familiar, upon further listening, quickly revealed itself to be the very one Monty had written to assist in his students' studying. But the voice in question was not familiar, and only by some miracle of mankind could have belonged to any of the students he'd sung it to. Unsure as to whether he should feel proud or embarrassed, Monty turned in pursuit of the noise, which, by now, had grown quite loud, his endeavour eventually leading him to a boy he knew only to be a prefect. "Hello," Monty said hesitantly, as he caught up with him. "Say, where did you hear that song?"