Michael Crowley woke on the morning of the start of term for that year at Hogwarts. He yawned as he got up scratching his head and chest. He walked over to his private shower and got in. He revived himself in the hot water of the shower and got dressed much more awake. "New students this year and new N.E.W.T students coming into the advanced class as well as always with a new year." He said to himself while fixing his hair how he liked it. Even at the age of 25 he still hadn't gotten over the habit of fixing his hair every morning. He walked down to the Great Hall from his office/private quarters. He sat at the staff table at his honorary spot on the right side of Professor McGonagall who was now Headmistress, On her left was her Deputy Headmaster Professor Flitwick. Michael didn't like that he as the newest teacher was given such a place of honor marking him as McGonagall's right hand man. Not that he wasn't honored he just didn't think he deserved it yet. He looked out over the students who were coming in for breakfast as he himself piled things on his own plate.<br/><br/><br/>(<a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=404">@keyootee</a>)