Closed Making Yourself At Home

[Barnaby Crabapple]

Barnaby muttered as he shuffled around another stack of books, trying to wedge a few volumes between the wall and his new desk. At least he was pretty sure his new desk was under all the other papers and general debris. At least the office was finally starting to feel a bit more like home, he'd even managed to accidentally get a sticky spot on the floor that'd hopefully stop any wayward kids from running around. Glancing around for his wand, Barnaby grumbled to himself, shifting his now growing collection of mugs around. He was sure he'd left it under a piece of parchment somewhere.