Prof. Sky Alton

‘How rude!’ Sky shoots Maxim a wounded but dignified look. ‘and entirely accurate,’ she adds in an undertone. she glances regretfully at his list and then the chaos all around them. ‘ can’t help but wonder whether this was the best idea the staff has ever had...‘

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A very happy birthday to Raevia Ward! I hope it's a special one.

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Sky smiles at Manya and Hannah, then ruefully glances at her robes. "It does rather look that way, doesn't it?" she asks. She cranes her neck to see the misbehaving students Hannah was talking about and gives them a glare to rival a basilisk's. "That's a few more for detention then...."

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I always quite liked the idea of working in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. I know it seems really dull based on what we read in the books but I honestly think it would be fascinating being able to interact with wizards from all over the world. I also seem to be quite good at mediating between different people and helping them find compromises so I think I'd make a good diplomat. I'd also love working in the Muggle Worthy Excuse Committee because I'm great at making up stories and responding to crises. No, that wasn't a real half eagle, half horse wandering along the side of the road in Chiswick, it was someone who'd tried to hire a pantomime horse and been the victim of a terrible mix up at the costume shop. Duh. Of course, working at Hogwarts isn't half bad.... ;)

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Sky gives him a look that says it may well be 13 people in detention if he continues being a smart alec. "I'm just fine, thank you," she says, wrinkling her nose and using her wand to syphon off the worst of the dust. "I'll see those 12 in my office once we're done here. I need more fertiliser in the greenhouses. They can go gather me some in the Care of Magical Creatures paddock." She peers over his shoulder at the running list he's keeping of people's discoveries. "Anything interesting? Any fabulous jewels or cursed hats yet?"

Sky emerges out of a distant corner, her robes covered in dust and a long piece of parchment trailing behind her. She's been cataloguing items (and sneezing) all day and she's just about ready to call it quits. "Any problems?" she asks Maxim, coming to lean on the wall beside him and wiping her brow. "I've found 750 fanged Frisbees, half a stuffed troll and 6 ever-bashing boomerangs. Which, incidentally, is a misnomer. They are definitely no longer bashing. One was twitching a bit...."

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