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- OOC First Name
- Claire
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- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Asexual
- Wand
- Straight 9 1/2 Inch Rigid Walnut Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
- Age
- 1/1999 (64)
Patrolling duty always seemed to come around faster during the cooler months. The leaves on the trees had begun to turn auburn and fall, and the autumnal rain made boots a necessity for crossing the muddy grounds. Winter was well on its way, and Monty for one was dreading its arrival. It wasn't the bitter chill or short days that caused his aversion for the season, but that along with it came the holidays. Had the option been available to him, the potions professor would have spent the entire six weeks in the castle. After all, now that his house had been condemned, Hogwarts really was the only place he could call home.
Trying and failing to push aside the uneasiness he felt, Monty pushed open the doors to the entrance hall and slipped inside. In this weather, he doubted he'd catch students out on the grounds after curfew; they were far more likely to be sneaking around the castle, evading punishment and causing all manner of mischief. Professor Pendleton didn't exactly condone their behaviour, but he couldn't be called the strictest teacher in the school. Discreetly escorting students to their dormitories was far less hassle than taking them to their Head of House.
The second floor corridor was one of the first places Monty's route led him. He knew his way through the castle well, and though it was dark, a simple lumos spell was enough for the Professor to stay on track. He was not, however, expecting to hear a muffled sob break through the corridor's silence. He turned in the direction of the noise, stretching his wand out in front of him to illuminate the door to the abandoned classroom. "Hello?" he called nervously through the closed wood, both concerned and a little fearful. Perhaps it was one of the castle's ghosts, or even a mere hallucination. It was quite late, after all. But it also could have been a student, and from the sounds of things, they were terribly upset. Monty turned the door handle and pushed, but it wouldn't budge. His apprehension growing, he knocked twice. "Is somebody in there?"
Trying and failing to push aside the uneasiness he felt, Monty pushed open the doors to the entrance hall and slipped inside. In this weather, he doubted he'd catch students out on the grounds after curfew; they were far more likely to be sneaking around the castle, evading punishment and causing all manner of mischief. Professor Pendleton didn't exactly condone their behaviour, but he couldn't be called the strictest teacher in the school. Discreetly escorting students to their dormitories was far less hassle than taking them to their Head of House.
The second floor corridor was one of the first places Monty's route led him. He knew his way through the castle well, and though it was dark, a simple lumos spell was enough for the Professor to stay on track. He was not, however, expecting to hear a muffled sob break through the corridor's silence. He turned in the direction of the noise, stretching his wand out in front of him to illuminate the door to the abandoned classroom. "Hello?" he called nervously through the closed wood, both concerned and a little fearful. Perhaps it was one of the castle's ghosts, or even a mere hallucination. It was quite late, after all. But it also could have been a student, and from the sounds of things, they were terribly upset. Monty turned the door handle and pushed, but it wouldn't budge. His apprehension growing, he knocked twice. "Is somebody in there?"