Julien was teaching...Charms. Roderik? Right? He was the new Defense guy...MERLIN keeping everyone straight would be difficult for his mind! But he was happy to see the new faces! The bright faces! Hehe!

Did Moxley say...PAJAMA DAY? Paul BEAMED. "I love pajamas!" He owned exactly 34.5 pairs of pajamas (one of his shirts had been lost forever in the wash. alas.) all of them decorated quite differently! "Make it happen, Meredith!" he said with a wink and....

Well.

Ansley was speaking to him! He seemed lovely. Absolutely lovely so far! "Ahhh...I am indeed. I'm in a band. The banjo is something I picked up back in '51 or so..." he couldn't remember exactly now. "It's fun...relaxing...and very therapeutic if I'm having a long and stressful day. I sip my tea and play my banjo." Ahhh. "Are you excited to be teaching here, good sir?" he asked curiously.

Nana wanted to be called Nana. GOOD. Paul disliked the surname thing. It felt so FORCED and formal and Paul was neither of those things, like, ever.

His attention brought back to Arthur....HE POSITIVELY DIED LAUGHING! NEWTON! Not Newman! "Well..my memory got your name wrong. SO it can't be that great, eh?" he chuckled to himself. "I teach Herbology! And you..?" Though Paul was pretty sure he remembered what Arthur was hired to teach: Potions! One of Paul's favorites!

It was Cece! Paul beamed over at her when he heard her voice. He did like talking with her...when she would talk back! "Smell--" he sniffed a little...and then.......

Eyed the hag.

"I'm pretty sure it's our new friend over there, Cece...not me, I swear. She just sprayed that ghastly perfume..." Hmm. He wondered if anyone had properly welcomed the hag. Was she joining their ranks? He was really glad to see it! Hags deserved rights, too! Poor things. He just wanted to give her a hug....if he get over the smell. And the liver breath she may or may not have.

FLAMMY DOWN!

FLAMMY DOWN!

Paul leaned over the table in concern. "Airey!" he cried, feeling panicked. "Does the man need CPR? IS anyone certified?!" he asked LOUDLY. Precious Leo going to help him, too! He stared at Cece next to him. "It makes sense you're the Slyhterin head of house, m'dear. Cold hearted." And that was that. He wasn't biased against them--Milton was a Slytherin!

He slipped out his seat and made his way over towards Airey, peering over at the man. "Leo, do you think he's all right? It was the suit, wasn't it?" he asked sadly.

You never touched a man's suit. Or Airey's suit, for that matter.

And...Moxley's speech.

Well, the woman was doing an excellent job. His heart wasn't completely aflutter in panic, at least. Though, to give a speech while Airey is on the ground...well, Meredith knew what she was doing!