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Maeve Johnson

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One of the many perks to working at the school, rather than being a student, is that one is no longer required to wear the uniforms. That being said, Mae did not feel it was in anyone's best interest for her to flaunt this luxury in front of her students. Instead she opted for simple black robes, much like she had wore when she was a student. The only embellishment she allowed herself was a navy silk ascot which she tied so that the bow was tilted to her left side.

At the front of the dungeon classroom she wheeled up a chalkboard. Upon it she scrawled:
 

First Year Transfiguration Class Agenda
Avifors
Classroom Activity

 As she finished writing the last words, she turned back to face the room. Where on earth will they sit? She thought to herself.

"Accio stools!" she called. And from somewhere in one of the storerooms stools entered the classroom and stacked themselves in front of her. "Locomotor Stools!" and with a few flicks of her wand the stools were in their proper places next to the tables.

Smiling to herself, she sat on the desk. Showtime!

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Axel strode into the Transfiguration room with a somewhat unwarranted confidence. After all, he had been late to most of his classes this week. The young boy, while unusually charming, did seem to have an extreme penchant for getting lost - be that in thought, direction, or class instruction. The expected appearance would be that of a nervous boy, scrambling from place to place looking for the correct room. But that was not an appearance that had ever graced the image of Axel Walkwood (no matter how often he felt like it.) His broad grin and confident stride as he entered the classroom gave no indication of his true feelings. Though the surprise in his voice might have.

"Is this the Transfiguration room?"

The words "Transfiguration Class Agenda" written on the board might have given him a clue had he been a wee bit more observant. Though to be fair, he was distracted. Who wouldn't be, in a room full of dancing stools? The wooden seats flew into their places, lining up perfectly with the tables. At this, another almost-as-stupid question left his lips.

"Am I ... early?"

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