<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7s9GUTM-oY/TBq_FBdhrFI/AAAAAAAARUk/DxWSCoGXELk/s1600/caspian.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Blossom Rose<br/><strong>Age:</strong>25<br/><strong>House:</strong>Slytherin<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Kirin<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>House Plain Wizards Robes<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd, 2018 .... Morning<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Great Hall Staff Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Blossom slowly ate his breakfast.  His mouth had long ago stopped watering over the smell of the bacon and sausage he would forever be unable to enjoy.   He’d found equal pleasure in the foods he could still enjoy.  Let them keep their meat.  He would dine on the bounty of the earth.<br/><br/>He still had difficulty believing that he’d been assigned the stewardship of his old house.  After so many years, fortune was once again smiling on a Rose.  Hopefully it was just the beginning.   He was rather startled to see how far his old house had fallen; failing to join the fight against Voldemorte had cost them dearly.  Where once their table was inviolable, now even a Hufflepuff could dare find a seat there.  That was going to change.  So too was the lack of uniforms.  The house needed unity to win back its former glory.<br/><br/>The lack of uniforms over much of the student body was surprising; even at their poorest he’d always had a uniform, even if it wasn’t the newest or best fitting.   He’d been unable to get his request in in time to add a comment to the class schedule that he’d be requiring robes in the greenhouse.  No matter.  There would be a sign stating the requirement at the entrance.  He just wouldn’t mention the fact that those failing to satisfy that condition would not receive a passing grade.