Professor Slughorn? (Anya)

[Ashkir Devereux]

Yawning heavily. Ashkir walked down the cooridors to near where the Professor Offices should be...he thought. Walking down the hall reading names upon the doors, finding one he wanted, 'A. Slughorn'. Exhaling deeply he knocked firmly on the door a solid four times with his left hand.

The sun beggining to set, Ashkir managed to keep himself most of the day. He did sleep in one or two of his classes, but he could catch up, or so he thought. The dirty blonde teenager bit his lip as he waited. His hair more messed up then usual, his eyes blood shot red and his skin slightly pale.

But no worries, he was fine.

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Anya had been finishing up some paperwork in her office as the early evening arrived. The sun setting from her window soon darkened the room and she simply waved her wand to light the rest of the candles and the fireplace to illuminate the place. Plus, her office was a bit drafty to her unliking. Back to her papers, she was almost finished until she was suddenly disturbed by four rappings at her door.

Looking over the glasses she wore, she narrowed her eyes while concentrating on opening the door wandlessly. She's far too swollen to get up for her own good. Seeing a familiar face, she smils faintly. "Come in Ashkir," she says calmly. "What brings you here?"