Paul had a basket of flowers in hand, as he would at the end of term feasts. He had done it last term, and he would do it every term now. It was totally necessary!

He sighed as he got to the staff table. Who was here...Justin, Art, Julien. Pals. His pals. His staffly pals.

"Hello, good evening, my fellows," he smiled and took his seat and waved at them all. "I am quite ready to be home with Milton again...but I always...." and he needed a hanky or something at this moment because Paul Myers was tearing up. "I m-m-miss my students so much!" And he face-planted the table, dramatically.

Also, where was Airey? Was he proud of his outfit tonight? His poncho had a COLLAR. He was dressed FANCY enough, wasn't he?