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Lottiepot 
To be honest, there wasn't really a lot in Isabe- Professor Magnus office that gave any more insight to her than he already knew. He was used to seeing her home and so her office wasn't really that much of a surprise. "It was for you" he nodded and resisted the urge to poke his tongue out. Would she take points from him if he did?
"Did my mum get you that?" he pointed up at the Phoenix statue that was perched up on the shelf with the rest of her ornaments. It definitely looked familiar and it would be something his mum would buy for her, on her birthday or something.
He watched as she sat down opposite him and he drew his legs up to sit cross legged on the chair, it was more comfortable. "Would you be angry if I didn't?" he chuckled. He was sure she'd tell his mum and his mum would definitely be angry at him. "I want to anyway, Transfiguration sounds really interesting." Well he knew it was, his mum had made sure to teach him all about it last year, he even liked the sound of becoming an Animagus. But not now of course, now he would focus on all the subjects and not just a few.
Of course it was. Isabelle raised one eyebrow and studied Terry's face, waiting for a crack or smile to indicate he was lying or joking. Ehhh, well. She didn't mind either way. Issy was just pleased he was okay and that Erica had decided to send him here this term. She could keep some kind of eye on him....
"Get me what?" Isabelle turned in her seat to look in the direction Terry was pointing. She scanned the shelf quickly.
"Oh, you mean the Phoenix? Yes actually, she did. For Christmas last year. Good spotting." Erica so did love her Phoenixes, and it was a really pretty little statue now taking pride of place in the centre of all her others.
Issy leant back in her seat, crossed her legs, and wrapped her hands around her knee. She raised an eyebrow again and laughed gently at the response she got.
"More disappointed than anything. And you know how much my being disappointed is worse than my being angry," she smirked. Not that he'd really ever done anything to warrant either from her, but he knew the sort of person she was.
"Well, of course I'm biased on that, but I'd say it's very interesting."
Looking around her desk she realised there was no food or drink to offer him. Not exactly being a good hostess was she.
"Did you want something to eat or drink? I can send for some biscuits and juice from the elves...."