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- OOC First Name
- Cyndi
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Wand
- Knotted 15 Inch Flexible Oak Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 4/2005
Professor Kingsley rushed into the room like the hallway was on fire. She had a singular purpose and that was to rummage in the fridge in the staff room to see if she had any ice cream left. The young woman was dealing heavily with a hormone-induced need for butterbeer ice cream and she knew that she'd placed some into the freezer in the staff room when the semester began not a few days before. Opening the fridge, Cyndi rubbed her belly slightly, soothing the movements that were going on just under her navy robes. The professor still marveled every time she felt her stomach move or saw it ripple. It was odd to know that there was something moving and growing inside of her. As the fog from within the fridge settled, the professor let out a pleased sigh of relief. There it was. If this were a television show, she was sure that it would have a glow behind it and there would be music playing. At least the other professors knew better than to mess with a pregnant woman's food. Grabbing the ice cream, Cyndi popped open the top as she walked over and retrieved a spoon. Not even looking for a bowl, the professor walked over to a small lounge chair and sat down to eat.
Now that her craving was being sated, the professor could think again. She had plenty of work to do and had been really quite busy getting her first years settled and working on lesson plans. As a Head of House, she often had students coming in and out of her office for the littlest, most trivial things. This morning had been a case of misidentification of a textbook. What awaited her when she arrived back to her lounge in the common room was a mystery, so she was bent on enjoying her quiet time in the professor's area where students were thankfully not allowed.
Now that her craving was being sated, the professor could think again. She had plenty of work to do and had been really quite busy getting her first years settled and working on lesson plans. As a Head of House, she often had students coming in and out of her office for the littlest, most trivial things. This morning had been a case of misidentification of a textbook. What awaited her when she arrived back to her lounge in the common room was a mystery, so she was bent on enjoying her quiet time in the professor's area where students were thankfully not allowed.