Adorah adjusted her head as she leaned back in her chair so her hair clip would stop stabbing her scalp. It had been a long day, and she was exhausted, but she was also trying to enjoy every minute. Teaching for the full year last year had been a whirlwind; it had taught her a lot about her lack of classroom management skills as well as the fact that she was much less confident in public speaking than she had realized. Somehow, she hadn't realized this during her temporary stint teaching, but it may have been due to her assuming she would never have to do it again. But here she was, in year two, sitting next to her boyfriend watching a bunch of eleven-year-olds begin their adventure at Hogwarts. The former Ravenclaw wondered if she'd see any of her own children there someday. Definitely not any day soon, but someday. She hadn't even thought about it until recently, mostly because she never considered herself the motherly type, but she was much more aware that she and Noel had been dating for over half a decade. Even if they were young now, she still thought about the future.
Adorah smiled at Noel as he squeezed her hand, feeling a little bit of anxiety as she looked back out at the students, hoping none of them were looking at that exact spot under the table, if they could even see it. She was trying to figure out how to navigate remaining professional and private, but she'd be daft to think most of the adults weren't already aware and that the students would figure out soon after. She took a spoonful of some roasted vegetables and nodded as Noel spoke to her.
"It still feels weird this year so I wonder if it ever really goes away," she said to him, taking a bite of the vegetables.
"But at least we get to sit here together. That actually feels strange, too," she joked with a laugh. They were among the youngest of the staff, and many of their own professors were still at Hogwarts. Adorah just had a hard time accepting that they were in fact adults.
@Professor Noel Waldgrave