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Post by Morgana Ianthine on Sept 15, 2009 23:02:51 GMT -6
Morgana walked into the uppermost room of the Divination Tower, and looked around with a sigh. This was her fate for however long it took them to drag up a new crackpot even remotely qualified enough to teach. This was what she was consigned to if she ever wanted to be able to work as an Auror again.
Walking further into the room, she crossed her arms over her chest as she surveyed the room's contents. She wore black skinny jeans and a green tunic with sleeves that billowed out past her elbows that emphasized the green of her eyes She had her dark hair pulled back into a high ponytail, though it still cascaded down to her shoulder-blades.
"Crystal balls?" she muttered, picking one up from a table. "Please. How tacky." |
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