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kayquilz 
Paul was still chuckling quite a bit at the Gryffindor fellow. This was adorable, absolutely adorable. Did Damien know he was adorable? HEHEHEH! He continued chuckling even through Damien's rude statement.
"Now now, Damien-don't make me take points away." Paul didn't do it all that often. It made him feel much too bad. And poor Damien probably thought Paul was being mean, now, so he really needed to explain himself. "Flesh eating firs...do not eat human flesh..." he glanced around the greenhouse, looking for a shrub or tree that needed some pruning...he grabbed his wand and swiftly cut off some dead leaves from a bush, and then walked back towards the fir. It's needles began to feel Paul out, and he shoved the leaves into their midst. It began to devour the leaves in its....very plantlike way.
"The flesh it eats....is the flesh of other greenery.." he explained with a grin. "See? You were in no real harm, m'boy! This is why I was laughing. You're a funny boy, Mr. Anderson-Belfort." He would miss him when he graduated ;__;
Damien had never cursed at a professor (well, that wasn't really using, but it was close enough in a school like Hogwarts), but he didn't at all regret it, oh no, the boy was far too shaken up, and mad to even feel an ounce of worry about being reprimanded or about hurting Myer's feelings (the guy seemed really sensitive).
The young man stood bolt upright, his robes and hair covered in sap and pine needles that itched his skin. He would stand there and stare Myers down (down because the older man was shorter than him) until the Myers explained himself. Damien pulled agitatedly at his robes, eager to be free of the heavy, sticky material. It was all
easy and fine and good for the Herbology professor to wiggle his finger at Damien and tell him off for his language,
he hadn't had his life flashing before his very eyes.
..................
"it.. doesn't?" Damien asked, eyes widening, the tips of his ears beginning to turn a soft pink, only getting pinker, and pinker as the Professor spoke and moved through the greenhouse. Yes, watching the
flesh-eating fir eat that branch in it's messy, but noiseless manner was one of Damien's most humiliating, and sobering moments, his ears? They were positively lobster red now.
"Oh." The young man said simply, unable to say another word. He was embarrassed beyond belief, and he'd
nearly cursed at professor Myers. Damien swallowed and shrugged awkwardly at Paul's compliment. "Uh.... Thanks?"
Could he go now?