Beginning of Term Staff Meeting

Salazar walked into the staff room, finding he was the first one there. Damnation! He had abandoned his studies in the Chamber, left a very important potion brewing so that he could be on time and no one was even there! Well, at least he had brought this treatise written by Herpo the Foul that he could read while he waited on the others. His mother had said the Greek wizard had made great accomplishments with exploring dark creatures. While their students would likely never encounter anything that Herpo the Foul had in this part of the world, that did not mean he could not be prepared for the possibility.

Settling into a chair by the fire, he pulled the scroll out to read. With wand in hand, his eyes dashing over the words, he had a goblet of wine poured and levitated over to himself so that he could truly enjoy what he was doing.

Though really...as he sat there, he realized that it was foolish of him to believe he would be last. Helga would be tending to the house elfs in the kitchen and getting meals set up for tomorrow. Rowena was doing what he was probably doing actually: getting tied up in some book and losing track of time. And Godric...Salazar snorted to himself. A galleon said that Godric came in at least ten minutes late and bleeding. Possibly a little drunk.

Thus, goblet in hand, Salazar set in for the possibly long wait for his friends.