Chapter 550 - Staff Dinner (2/2)
”My point exactly,” Georgine huffed as she ominously glowered at the old, dusty pointed hat.
The sorting hat wisely remained silent and did not comment again. It was clearly recalling the volatile nature of Georgine Prince in her youth. Clearly that had not changed with the passing of time.
Dumbledore chuckles and says, ”Well, Ravenclaw's loss, no doubt was Slytherin's gain.”
”Mm,” Georgine narrowed her eyes and sneered. ”Yes, I cannot help but wonder about all those lovely ambitions of yours, Professor Dumbledore, if you too were not almost a Slytherin.”
Dumbledore does not reply and merely keeps smiling causing Georgine to purse her lips in dissatisfaction at failing to gain his ire. Dumbledore instead cheerfully adds, ”Well, now that we are all nice and done, Professor Prince, let us head down for dinner. The staff has eagerly been wanting to meet you all week long.”
Georgine bared her teeth in an unhappy smile as Dumbledore chuckled as they both rose to their feet. Dumbledore offered her the crook of his arm and never one to be rude to an employer, Georgine stiffly accepted to take his arm. The two of them descended the stairs while Dumbledore made small talk about the present castle on goings. Apparently, the house elves would be serving some rather extravagant food and decadent deserts tonight in order to give them strength for the return of the students and their first day of classes.
The entire staff was already sitting down and waiting when the two of them stepped into the Great Hall. Georgine sniffed at seeing the same sight from her childhood only instead of sitting at the Slytherin table, she would be now sitting at the Staff table. Removing her hand from Dumbledore's arm, she bowed politely to them and said, ”I am Georgine Prince, it is a pleasure to meet all of you.”
The staff table let out a chorus of replies, ”Welcome Professor Prince, it is an equal honor.”
Niceties having been said, Georgine takes her seat between a petite witch in dark blue robes and another witch with Scarlett robes. The moment Dumbledore sits down at the head of the table, the entire table fills with delicious looking food. The petite witch with dark blue robes introduces herself. ”Welcome Professor Prince. I'm Professor Bathsheda Babbling, Professor of Ancient Runes, and the new Head of Gryffindor.”
”Yes, my great-niece is in your class,” Georgine politely replied as she began to serve herself food.”
”Indeed, Rowan Prince is one of my prized pupils,” Professor Babbling admitted with a cheeky grin.
”As it should be,” Georgine said in approval earning a good-natured chuckle from Professor Babbling.
The witch in scarlet robes nods her head and interjects, ”Yes, Rowan Prince is indeed one of my most brilliant pupils. She's in my Advanced Arithmancy class.”
Noticing Georgine's stare, the witch flashes a sheepish grin and says, ”I'm Professor Septima Vector at your services.”
”I'm afraid my brother and I never had much interest in the subject,” Georgine confessed. ”But my sister-in-law did.”
Georgine abruptly falls silent as the two female professors' wisely leave her to her meal. All the professors were vastly aware of the tragedies that had befallen the Prince family. And they would not prod what was apparently a still painful sore spot.