[center][b][color=FFD700]Professor Noah Cooper[/color][/b][/center]


He walked into the staff room to find that he was the first to arrive after the Headmaster himself. Of course he was early. He was Noah Cooper. 

He’d spent the afternoon unpacking his belongings in his suite of rooms on the 1st floor. The thrill at using that concealed door in his office joining the multitude of emotions bubbling just under the surface of his otherwise collected demeanour. His large collection of houseplants quickly transformed the rooms into a jungle and he promptly covered the cold, stone floors with layers of thick, soft rugs. He released Minerva from her travel case and with a momentary frigid glare thrown in his direction she crept off to explore the rooms that were once inhabited by her namesake. In his office his books were unpacking themselves, shuffling themselves along the shelves to accommodate new additions in alphabetical order alongside the tomes he’d inherited alongside the room’s other furnishings. A few transformations of his own later and the room was distinctly lighter and the furniture more modern much to the tutted disapproval of a portrait or two. He left the rest of his belongings to unpack themselves and settled down to fill a binder with copies of his schemes of work for each year group to present to his new boss. 

Leaving his suite an hour later, papers in hand he got dead-ended by the moving staircases twice. Apparently they weren’t any better for teachers. The short walk down had been bizarre to undertake in quiet. Even on the occasionally holiday period he had spent here there was always a hubbub of talk and laughter. Yet with not students the only voices he heard were the hushed conversations of portraits and ghosts. He had taken a detour to classroom 1B and walked around the room with fond memories. Deciding to keep the room’s layout the same he took a seat at the raised dais at the end of the room and smiled. He rubbed his hands along the smooth mahogany desk and couldn’t believe that he was sitting here - on the other side of the desk that he had looked up at the most for his entire schooling. He thought of his peers and drummed his fingers in excitement at seeing both Bex and Devin again and dread at seeing Disaster Ana. Yet apart from those three he had no idea who his other colleagues were.

And here he was, still in the metaphorical dark. As he stepped into the room he was impressed with the luxurious furnishings and tapestries, although couldn’t help but thinking that it was a very Gryffindor colour scheme… He noticed a bearded figure in one of the large winged chairs and suddenly found himself standing straighter and clearing his throat. [color=FFD700]
“Adam Chapeau, I presume?”[/color]