SPOILER!!: Henric
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Originally Posted by
Symphora 
"Really? Its not made by muggle technology, is it? I can help take a look at it if you like, professor. I'm pretty handy with mechanical devices and tools." Henric offered with a smile. Living with his muggle adoptive dad who was obsessed in fixing all sorts of stuff, had its perks apparently. Nice! His professor let him pet Sir Fluffington! Aww... what a good doggy! Henric bend low and stroke the back of Charles head. ."Good boy...yes you are," he cooed.
Henric paused and glanced up at professor Myers when he had something serious to discuss with him. He gulped and nodded. "Of course, sir..." he replied as he took a seat in front of Professor Myer's desk. "I'll have the tea. Thank you..." He didn't think he could eat the snacks, now that he felt a little nervous of what was about to come. Was he in trouble?
Paul shook his head.
"Oh no...that's all right. Milton said it...hmm. I just know that Milton has it working the way he said it should." He smiled. Maybe he should ASK Milton about the bloody thing, though. it was inconvenient at times, when it randomly turned on.
The professor moved to grab a teacup and pour the boy some tea. He pushed the cup towards him as he plopped back down in the wicker chair.
"All right. You're not in trouble--" he smiled, seeing the look on Henric's face. The deer in headlights look? Yeah, that.
"I...just wanted to say, I know you got into a spot of trouble last term," he leaned back, his chair making a creeeeEAAAAAAK sound when he did.
"But I still wanted you as prefect because I believe in you, and I know you have so much potential." He paused.
"And I expect that you will let me down......correct?" SPOILER!!: Dot
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Originally Posted by
Cassirin She was pleased that the professor didn't really dislike kneazles, but she should have seen it coming. No one who adored plants could dislike any living thing. He probably let spiders sleep in his hair and cradled stink bugs until they called him papa. It was endearing, although not at all Dot's way of working. She preferred keeping her hands clean and keeping her cuddles to animals that were adorable.
The professor was obviously taken with the seeds, and she bounced a little in her seat, enjoying his reaction. Even if it means she'd have to do some actual dirty work, it was nice to make someone SO happy.
And then he was actually crying. Not about the seeds, but about her OWL grade, and Dot quickly pulled a pressed and embroidered handkerchief from her pocket and offered it to him. "Please, sir, I'm not bright. I just had a good professor. And I studied like the dickens. But thank you. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you."
That was it.
Paul lost it.
Sobbing, literally, on his desk. "
O-Oh D-DOT!" he sniffled, wiping under his eyes with his thumbs.
"Y-you d-d-don't have to c-c-compliment me--" he was so touched.
He needed to calm down ASAP.
The handkerchief looked perfect. He took it and BLEW his nose into it, dabbed at his eyes, and chuckled through his tears.
"I'm s-sorry. Pretend I'm not c-crying--" Oh dear. He cried so easily.
"I just g-get emotional so easily a-and--" klgfhrgheighu. He took a few deep breaths. He was always so anxious about teaching. Back and forth, in his head, if this was right for him. He'd done it when he was younger, but for University level, and of course this was a different ball game. To hear young Dot talk about how much he had helped her...it touched him a great deal.
Once he was settled, he continued speaking.
"Teaching is a two-way thing. We work together...so as much as it may be credited to me, if you put in the effort...and studied...it should be credited as much to you, m'dear." He nodded very seriously.
"You'll be continuing Herbology at NEWT level, then?" SPOILER!!: Hugo
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Originally Posted by
WeasleyGirl
Hugo LOVED dogs. Can't you tell? He smiled at Myer's comment. "I like him too. I want to get a dog" but he needed to convince his mom first. "Not that long and also I was reading a magazine"
Chicken butt? Hugo laughed "That's weird, last answer was very deep" yeah he still remembered that conversation with Myers. Very...philosophical. He didn't mind though. Hugo kept petting Charles as it seemed the dog was asking for it and he couldn't say no. He nodded. Okay. "So, how was your summer, Professor?" and..."Why were you wearing a poncho at the feast?" and..."Have you noticed something new on my robes?" Hehehe.
"Well, Hugo, dogs are a lot of work, but definitely worth it. Lovable little guys, they are." For the MOST part, anyways. It was all about nurture, Paul was sure. As long as you gave a dog love and affection, they turned out all right.
Kind of like people.
OH! He got a laugh out of the boy. GOOD GOOD.
"Have to keep you students on your toes," he smirked.
"I'm not quite in the mood to be as philosophical today." He was missing home, as he usually did at the beginning of term, and he was trying his best to stay positive!
His summer. Hugo wanted to know about his summer.
"It was grand! Just grand. Relaxing. We took a holiday to Paris..." it was lovely. He and Milton had thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
"Why, Hugo, I always wear ponchos!" He acted shocked.
"I have...many many in my wardrobe! Milton--" he began to laugh a little,
"Milton HATES them." But Paul still wore them because HIS BODY HIS CLOTHES.
The badge, of course, was what Hugo wanted Paul to notice, and notice he did. He smirked proudly.
"I saw! At the feast! I am so sorry I couldn't congratulate you, m'boy!" he said.
"I got so caught up in the happenings! But look at you! I'm so proud."