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WeasleyGirl Hugo didn't knew there could be that many type of plants in the world and some of them looked alike, he could only tell apart flowers, trees and grass. Because yeah they were literally diffferent. The boy jumped slightly at the sound of Myer's voice. Oh, there he was. He put back the magazine, "What's up, professor?" greeted and walked into the office.
He sat down. So..."The furniture in the waiting room...it isn't going to do anything, right?" he had trust issues.
Paul took a seat and closed his journal. It wasn't...much like a diary. It was more of a ....daily reflection on the self. But he did sip his
tea and peered over at Hugo curiously. What was up...Paul looked at the ceiling. "What IS up, Mr. Foster, but the perception of 'skyward' that we've learned to view the world? What if up was down--and down was truly up? And sometimes I wonder--if direction even really matters at all. We're all hanging in space, really..." he said mysteriously, before smirking as he looked back over at Hugo.
Hehehe. Oh, Myers loved to joke with himself, even if.....no one else found him very funny. Milton would have smacked his head with newspaper for such a WEIRD answer to that question.
"Naaahhh. The chairs are just...chairs, m'boy." He chuckled. "
So...what can I do for you?"