Cheers to the new year! (Clara)

Another summer had finished, and another term was going to begin. Terry didn’t know what to say, except for the fact that time was sure passing by quicker than she thought. She sat back in her chair in her office, sipping a glass of firewhiskey, thinking about life as she usually did on the first day of term. It wasn’t a bad thing that time was passing on by. Life had been funny that way, moving time along faster than she thought, while she jogged to catch up. It hadn’t been too long since she had gotten her job (compared to some professors, who had been there for longer than she had been alive), but she already felt at home, at ease, and was excitedly looking to the year of learning and mischief that lay ahead of her.

Her summer had been eventful as ever though, since her Fellowship duties hadn’t waned. During the school term, she was not able to do as much as the others, since lessons and co-running a school were much more time consuming than one thought. Terry had investigated several matters, finding that her post at Ilvermorny had opened up a few doors at places, especially with the alumni of the school. Most of them were students that had gone to school while she had been there or long before. It really was quite amazing what the simple words “Ilvermorny professor” could do. But she had been looking into several different groups, some who seemed to be stirring up more trouble than usual. Nothing however, that would raise any sort of national interest, but definitely something to keep on the Fellowship’s radar.

Terry had already been at Ilvermorny for a week now, as Clara had, preparing for the upcoming year, talking with her fellow professors. Terry had made sure that they hired someone who specialized in bridging the gap between magic and technology, finding that those two worlds needed to coexist. After all, they were in the twenty-first century, it was no longer a society where they had to complete shut themselves off from the No-Maj side of things. Yes, they still had a statute of secrecy for the general public, knowing that magic wasn’t for the No-Majs, unless they were family, or someone’s partner. But at least this way, children from the Muggleborn (a term that had drifted on over when their school was founded) community could call their families, be able to talk to them and hear their voices. It was something that the children from the Wizarding families were used to, simply corresponding by letters, but not the others. Terry thought it would make their transition here easier. 

She looked over to the side, and looked at her owl, Berry (she was a sucker for rhyming nams, and anybody who made a comment otherwise got a very severe look from her), feeling at home once again. Her drink was half finished when she heard her door open, and she looked up to see Clara. "Come to join me for a drink? I should hope so, you're much too uptight at times?" Terry mentioned, pouring firewhiskey into another glass and moving it towards Clara, standing up and leaning against her desk. "You know, we haven't had our first of term kiss. It's tradition, we have to do it. Otherwise, the school will go into complete mayhem," Terry chuckled, looking around her office.

It was certainly going to be a good year.