01-01-2018, 08:23 PM
Professor Wiltingham had found quite a lot of freedom since she'd taken ill. She missed Hogwarts dearly, often times grumbling to herself as she stabbed at a half-knitted shawl about the unfortunate qualities of being old and prone to picking up any illness that asked for a ride.
Wrapped in a rather large fur scarf and a burgundy dress, she made her way through the Crowdy Memorial Library, a stack of books gliding behind her. She'd found herself spending a good portion of her time at the library now, even going as far to look at possible houses for purchase, should she choose to uproot from Hogsmeade and Ballymena all together.
After poking her wrinkled nose through her own published works and making sure there was not a heavy blanket of dust over them, she proceeded to the librarian's desk in her usual regal fashion.
@'ELSIE BEAUREGARD'
Professor Wiltingham is a severe old lady with an unfortunate desire to say what is
on her mind, though one must credit that to her age. She uses a cane to walk, and
should you require a bit of extra-credit, one must simply persuade her with sweets.