[Private]It is strange to be back here. They say home is never the same once you've left, and I found it true of the house I grew up in. The walls never seem as tall as they used to. The grounds aren't as vast. The echo's not as loud as they were when we ran through the halls. I am beginning to believe that Hogwarts adjusts to fit you as you grow, however. I got lost yesterday, and it took me off guard, even if it does make sense. Times change and so do stairways.
At least there are familiar faces all around. Even the newer professors are people I recognize. One in particular I will have to pay a visit to, maybe tomorrow. Maybe sooner, if he will still respond to me banging on his door in the middle of the night.
Anyhow, the new year is almost upon us and instead of sitting with the students in the hall, I'll be at the high table. I hope I remembered my fancy robes. Surreal is a better word than strange.
[/Private]Inheriting a classroom is a daunting task. There are so many outdated charts lying around, but several of them are practically antiques. I'll have to come up with a way to display them that won't confuse everyone. Don't want first years relating Ascella to Scorpius because of my poor judgment.
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