Cecily Rambolt
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- Liv
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Cecily's sneeze reverberated off the stone walls of the Great Hall. With a pouting glare toward her husband, she blew her nose. Loudly. At the grossed out looks thrown her way from a few professors and students, her green eyes narrowed with a devilish light. Handkerchief in hand, the Headmistress gave her pert and red tipped nose a good, long, solid honk. Smirking in satisfaction as a few faces turned green, she scourgified the red flannel and tucked it away. Teach these kids to get her sick, completely ignoring the fact it'd been Prodan to give her his cold.
Her speech wasn't nearly as long as the gross display. She thanked the professors and staff and said a few final words to graduates and students alike. As she gave her speech, her attention kept wandering to the side. More than once she would pause and slip while speaking until a few titters would yank her back to the front. Finally toward the end, her pale cheeks were tinted a rosy pink. Cecily cleared her throat, thanked everyone, then turned to sit back down before she remembered she'd completely forgotten to mention...
"Oh Dobby's sock!" Turning back, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and delivered the news that Slytherin had won the House Cup that year, for their stunning earnings of three thousand, nine hundred and twenty five house points. Followed by Hufflepuff with 2,251, third place was held by Ravenclaw with 2,033 and in last place was Gryffindor with 1,630 points. She clapped loudly along with everyone and then once more left the podium.
Sitting down at the Head table beside the Muggles Studies professor, Cecily patted his muscular knee and whispered for his ears only how he so was going to pay for distracting her. His answering smirk made her roll her eyes and then a soft smile graced her face.
Her speech wasn't nearly as long as the gross display. She thanked the professors and staff and said a few final words to graduates and students alike. As she gave her speech, her attention kept wandering to the side. More than once she would pause and slip while speaking until a few titters would yank her back to the front. Finally toward the end, her pale cheeks were tinted a rosy pink. Cecily cleared her throat, thanked everyone, then turned to sit back down before she remembered she'd completely forgotten to mention...
"Oh Dobby's sock!" Turning back, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and delivered the news that Slytherin had won the House Cup that year, for their stunning earnings of three thousand, nine hundred and twenty five house points. Followed by Hufflepuff with 2,251, third place was held by Ravenclaw with 2,033 and in last place was Gryffindor with 1,630 points. She clapped loudly along with everyone and then once more left the podium.
Sitting down at the Head table beside the Muggles Studies professor, Cecily patted his muscular knee and whispered for his ears only how he so was going to pay for distracting her. His answering smirk made her roll her eyes and then a soft smile graced her face.