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Disneymaniac
Conan shook his head, "Not here. I do at home though." He had a few. The were plastic. And they couldn't hurt you. Unless you threw them at someone. Really really hard. That would hurt.
He nodded, "Professor it is then." He could just call out Professor, and someone would come running. Yaaaay. Easier. "Who is your favourite one?"
Oh.
"Well, we can either borrow some fake ones here at Hogwarts, or wait until summer, when you can teach me, yes?" either one of those options was good enough, except, Conan didn't need to know the part where the suits of armor will be provided with fewer swords, and those swords charmed as if not to harm you.
Conan didn't need to know.
Good. Professor. Treyen nodded in agreement and...he froze for a moment, the boy didn't know who he or she was.
"Like, ever? Or from the current staff?" that was the most important question, one that will take his answer in a 180 turn.