Slap bang in the middle of the month was precisely when Morwenna was at her best these days and, fortunately, the stars had aligned and the students of Hogwarts were descending upon them today when she was more than ready for them. Unfortunately though the stars and the moon were cooperating with her at the moment the magically enhanced weather was not and, along with everybody else who'd had the misfortune to be in the fourth level basement corridors waiting for the lifts, Morwenna found herself being pelted with snow as it came bursting through the malfunctioning windows that should have been showing them a mild, spring morning.

She couldn't help but think her sharp word with magical maintenance about the state of the lifts had perhaps not being as magnanimous as she had hoped but now was not the time to dwell. Now was the time to get to her office and pray that her laziness in opening her curtains this morning meant it was dry inside.

Struggling to stay upright and with her cane slipping perilously on the ground as the stone became more treacherous Morwenna used her free hand to wipe the initial blast of snow from her face and flicked it to the ground with intense irritation, only to be hit in the back of the head a moment later. Grumbling she turned, half expecting to find one of her subordinates looking pleased with himself and instead found herself face to face with Miss Goyle, the only other person who wasn't either making a racket or a total show of themselves.

"Come with me," she said brusquely as she took the younger woman's arm, urging her forwards and through the office door, only leaning on her as was entirely necessary. "What a shambles," she said sharply, closing the door behind them. "The students will think us utterly ridiculous!"

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat