Post by Professor Nathaniel Zimmer on Jul 11, 2017 11:56:14 GMT -6
Moving was never easy. Especially when you were getting up there in your years and Nathaniel was no 'spring chicken' (though he doubted that he ever was by his recollection, and most students he reckoned, he had always been ancient despite only being 46). But the Head of Polera House had managed fine. That was the wonder of using magic. Things could be lifted with a simple swish and flick but Nathaniel, also enjoying exercise, had carried more boxes than he probably should have insisting on going up each and every step. So far he had been lucky in the sense that no one had spotted him which meant no stoppage which was good because that meant no conversation. Nathaniel never fancied himself much of a conversation starter or holder and if pressed about his whereabouts the past few years and why he had originally resigned he wasn't sure what he would say. Unfortunately he doubted that he could live like this much longer. People would ask and eventually they would most likely get an answer.
For now he would enjoy the fresh air and the floral arrangements of the garden. There was comfort in its familiarity as he took his little stroll two days post move. Though he wasn't teaching classes he still was dressed up, as was his usual habit, in a tie, tweed suit, and loafers. Always immaculately clean. Another benefit of magic. He pursed his lips in a brisk whistle and his Border Collie Chips bounded toward him through the shrubs. Unlike his master the creature didn't see the need for cleanliness especially when in the pursuit of fun. "Good boy." Nathaniel encouraged patting the seated dog at his side on the head and then scratching his ears affectionately. It was nice of the school to allow him to bring his pet. Collies weren't exactly the same as regulated owls.
It was upon hearing footsteps behind him his brow furrowed and he quickly put his glasses on (this was something he was still getting used to in his older age) and turned around to face the approaching individual. Another advantage of running The Order was that his senses like hearing were more in tune with that around him. Sometimes being hyper aware was hard to shake even if you were at one of the safest places in the wizarding world. Upon seeing who it was he nervously cleared his throat and removed his glasses while Chips yapped. "H... H... Hello.." Was all he could think to say wiping his glasses on the end of his suit jacket.
