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Originally Posted by kayquilz

That was enough to disrupt ANYTHING Paul might have been doing--which wasn't much, thankfully, right now--and so the man rushed to his door, threw it open, and eyed the boy with wide eyes.

"....Brady..." he said softly. "Why-why do you SAY that?" he asked, shutting his office door behind him as he eyed the rows of flower chairs in his seating area. "Banging on my door like that...yes, you sound a liiiiiiittle nuts right now-" he pat the boy's shoulder. "Seriously, though...what's WRONG?"

Stay calm. DEEP BREATHS. Stay calm. He was about to blow off the handle at any moment. The door opened! Or did he imagine that? Nah, he couldn't have look right there was Professor Paul!

Yes it had been a few months since the whole cooking in a cauldron thing had happened but Brady never talked to anyone about it. Not his grandmother or his aunts and uncles. He didn't even talk to his best friend Kat. He just shrugged it off and didn't talk about how he felt or is feeling. "She's driving me nuts!" He still hadn't slept through the night since that divinations lesson.

"THIS HAG WOMAN IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!"