Paul nodded. "Headmistress Truebridge, right? I know she was in here previously--and a many good few professors, too. I hope to provide stability, at least." Like, staying long than one term so that the students would really grasp what they learned from him. Having a new professor every year was probably so tough for the kiddos. "Well, I have hopes for you, too, m'boy. I'll think you'll be just fine if you put in the work and effort!" Hopefully....

Oh.

The older man's eyebrows SKYROCKETED. "ALL TWELVE? My boy! That is far too many--FAR too many! How do you have to TIME to take all twelve classes?!" he was a little worried, now. Was the boy overworking himself?! "I only got 9 NEWTs...because I could only take nine NEWT level classes..."

Merlin, Ethan was a little crazy, wasn't he?!

"Oh yes. A great many activities. Some theory but...mostly hands-on stuff." To learn the way of the plants, you must ACTIVELY involve yourself with them. Pffft to people who thought all could be learned from simply...a textbook.

Aww. Right, the boy WAS a seventh year after all. "You'll be ready to leave when you have to, I promise. Everyone is. It's time to start your journey, your life...take what you've learned and go on to do great and brilliant things, I'm sure..."