This Wasn't About Him At All (Timothy)

Timothy Cook looked up and was soon met with the sight of the Professors and the Headmaster. He blinked and then quickly moved back to the edge of the wall, "Good morning, sirs and madams." He would let them pass through and not be a nuisance—until a caw sounded in his ear. "Ack," he was about to swat it down, but then somebody spoke up.

It was a person in the center of the group, a woman that seemed to be in her early to mid twenties. Her dark hair was pulled up in a bun, and a portion of her hair covered her face—she was wearing what looked like a suit meant for men, along with a cape. "Oh… it seems like Freya likes this one. A student of yours?"

The appearance was enough to be a tell-tale sign along with the other people surrounding her clad in matching uniform. Not necessarily of Knights in Shining Armor, but of people that looked like they had marched through a Blackwood Forest and emerged with thistles and thorns covering them.