Breakfast with the staff goes about as well as Draco expected. Wariness and doubt creeps up in the space between their brows, but they accept that he's here to stay, professional in all the ways that matter. The war has been over for five years, and most people have been ready to move on for a long while now. That he's remained courteous and reticent throughout the whole affair, as well as civil to those he'd faced down on opposite ends of the war, is only a point to his favor for now.
Before long, Draco is off to start his new job. He starts with observing the changes brought to the Astronomy Tower to coordinate it with his lesson plans, though he lingers at parapet that overlooks the castle's courtyard. Old memories flash by, half dormant in his mind but not quite forgotten, and they linger now in the periphery even as he turns to shut himself inside his office.
As he typically requires the presence of the night sky overhead to plan his lesson plans, he waits for the evening before finalizing them. For him, that meant missing dinner, and staying up all the way to the darkest hours of the night, when the stars and planets twinkled overhead. He tallies the constellations as maps them out in his mind, and smiles a little when he sees Draco, curled around Ursa Minor. Not quite beholden to the brightest starts in the sky, but ever present.
But he gets hungry eventually, and is forced to put down his work in favor of feeding himself. Dinner should be long over by now, so the next best thing is for him to go down to the kitchens and hope that they won't mind the interruption.
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Before long, Draco is off to start his new job. He starts with observing the changes brought to the Astronomy Tower to coordinate it with his lesson plans, though he lingers at parapet that overlooks the castle's courtyard. Old memories flash by, half dormant in his mind but not quite forgotten, and they linger now in the periphery even as he turns to shut himself inside his office.
As he typically requires the presence of the night sky overhead to plan his lesson plans, he waits for the evening before finalizing them. For him, that meant missing dinner, and staying up all the way to the darkest hours of the night, when the stars and planets twinkled overhead. He tallies the constellations as maps them out in his mind, and smiles a little when he sees Draco, curled around Ursa Minor. Not quite beholden to the brightest starts in the sky, but ever present.
But he gets hungry eventually, and is forced to put down his work in favor of feeding himself. Dinner should be long over by now, so the next best thing is for him to go down to the kitchens and hope that they won't mind the interruption.