Originally Posted by kayquilz

Paul pushed his glasses onto the bridge of his nose. Merlin, why had he worn them today? “A spell? Well..not a bad guess, Abby!” he smiled in her direction.



This one WAS not...completely wrong, no. “These roses are...well, no, they’re not ordinary, ha!” He chuckled. “They’re part magical, yes.” But he was looking for WHY EXACTLY or...WHAT CAUSED them to turn white.



OH HO HO! This one’s reaction had Paul laughing in STITCHES on the table. Wasn’t this one the Myers kid? His...distant cousin, Landon? Lando? Something of that sort. “.......” He stared at him. “HERBOLOGY MUST RUN IN THE FAMILY---” he hopped off the desk, forgetting he was donning heels, and sort of slipped but CAUGHT himself on the edge of the desk. “You’re CORRECT! DING DING DING! 3 points to Ravenclaw!” he clapped eagerly. “Temperature! TEMPERATURE!”



PAHAHA! Paul glanced at Haddie. “Um...excuse me? Was that English, Miss Denaker?” It didn’t sound like it (;



Well, they needed to drink the tea for other reasons. But Paul would get to that shortly. And if they didn’t drink the tea…

Heh.

“Good guess, m’boy. Good guess.” But not exactly.



That was a theory he hadn’t expected to hear, and was even more surprised to hear Azura make...for reasons.

“Eh..not exactly, m’dear, but GOOD GUESS.” Some of their guesses were kind of funny. Kept him amused.


A quiet one. The quiet ones were sometimes dangerous. Take Daxton Prince, for example. Paul gave her an eyebrow wiggle before moving on.

And had he been able to READ MINDS, the answer to the cross dressing question would have been: YES.



It was obvious to Paul Jay was a Herbologist’s son. His answer was such...a Herbologist answer, to be honest. He smiled in the small boy’s direction. “They can, you’re right. But not exactly what I’m looking for this time!”



“WHAT WAS THAT, MISS IVER?” Paul YELLED out at her because..she looked a little sleepy, didn’t she? “I HOPE it was a well thought out ANSWER or at last a VERY CREATIVE guess, EHHHHH?”

Heh.

Teen angst.



Another quiet one. Maybe his performance had left some of the in awe. Paul assumed that, yes.



Oh! Cornelius was CRACKING up and amusing Paul greatly, and he bowed his head. “I’ve had this outfit for years--” ahem. “I FINALLY had an excuse to wear it again.”

AHEM.

Anyways.

“Thank you, Mr. Baltazar. And that’s a VERY interesting theory you have.” Hmm. Gave him ideas for some cross-breeding experiments.



Transpiration. Hmmm. Paul gave Miss Cooper a curious look. “Well…..that would make sense...alas, not the answer I’m looking for! But good thinking!” he smiled.



MORE QUIET STUDENTS.

Paul just flinged a rose at Brian, hoping to maybe jolt him out of his daydreaming daze. THIS WAS CLASS, BOY.



And….laughter was an acceptable response, of course, since Paul was dressed ridiculously.



Oh..HO HO! Paul laughed. “Very smart answer, Miss Botros. VERY smart--so funny--alas, I don’t think they have the thinking capabilities to WANT to be a part of my act, though I assure you, if they did, they wouldn’t pass up the chance!”



He raised an eyebrow at Dante. “Have you never seen a grown man dressed as a WOMAN before, Dante?!” and he just chortled to himself and moved on to someone with their hand ACTUALLY up.



Except this kid just went WHAAAAA and Paul decided to reply back with “WHAAAAAAA?” right back because WHAT A WASTE OF AN ANSWER you know?



The boy was making this into a metaphor, wasn’t he? The roses were a metaphor for the boy. Hmph. “Well, I’m sorry if I’ve frightened you--I promise, I won’t ACTUALLY be chopping off any heads. Unless it’s lettuce, because salad is very yummy, you know?”



Oh my.

OH MY.

OOOOHHHH MYYYYY!

Paul clapped, proudly, at Roo’s little performance. What a ham, he was! He was quite delighted! “Oh such good acting! One point for you, m’boy!” he said. “You’re familiar with the movie, then?” Paul should explain to the class about his..recent obsession.

...IN A MOMENT, THOUGH.



Your majesty. That had a niiiiiice ring to it. Paul could get used to it, heh. Queen Professor Paul Myers. HIS ROYAL MAJESTY.

HAHA. “MAYBE so, Vivian. Maybe so.” Now wasn’t she precious.



Another one misled by his directions on the board. “Well, you’ll see about the tea, Miss Darcy!”



Well. Someone had clearly rolled off on the wrong side of the BREAD this morning. Paul merely eyed the boy curiously before answering. “I think it’s okay for Rooney to get excited, Blaise. He knows what I’m referencing and ...his display was QUITE good, too. I assure you, I wouldn’t like it if EVERY lesson he jumped on the table--” he just didn’t know how else to explain to Blaise that HE, the PROFESSOR wasn’t mad at Rooney or anything.

“And...yes, a bit, Mr. Bellaire.”

DON’T BE SUCH A FUN SUCKER, BLAISE.



Another Gryffindor being a sourpuss. He could see the look on her face. Paul offered Dora a rose...COME ON CHILDREN BE HAPPY.



OH ME OH MY, Olivia! Paul was doubly impressed now! WOW. He clapped again. “And another point to you, to Gryffindor!” he chuckled and swept across the room.

This just delighted him entirely too much. MERLIN. He pulled an ace card from his sleeve and placed it on Olivia’s desk, winking as he walked by her desk. Adorable, really. Adorable.



And he took a GRAND bow at Noelle Summers because she seemed quite IMPRESSED with his performance. Hehe. “Thank you, Miss Summers--you flatter me!” Mood rings? “Ha! Are you suggesting that rosebushes have MOODS?” He found THAT adorable as well.



HA! Paul laughed. “That I do, m’boy, that I do!” Pffffft. Magic touch. Cheeky.



The boy was close. “Chemistry has something to do with it..and touch, yes, right…” GO ON? Paul purses his painted lips.



Oh...well that was a very creative response! Paul smiled at Echo. “I think that’s interesting--and certainly a smart thought, Echo!”



What was that? Paul couldn’t quite hear Melbourne. “You’re mumbling, m’dear--what’d you SAY?” he asked curiously, because maybe it was well thought out and interesting!



DING DING DING! Another one! “You are CORRRRECT!” he clapped a bit. “And they ARE magic, yes but--YES, M’BOY!” he was so PROUD of his smart students! UGH. Paul wanted to hug them all! Only not right now because his facepaint would probably get messed up, and that had taken HOURS.

“Three points to Slytherin!”



Aaaaaand Paul smiled encouragingly at THIS quiet one because she was a first year AND Isabella just seemed so sweet. His badgers <3



Paul hadn’t noticed when Cornelius spilled his tea, but he DID see Gendry spill his. So...he waved his wand and cleared up the spilled tea from the boy’s lap. “There there, ALL BETTER!”



His badgers were so quiet, so innocent. So sweet. He just smiled and hoped the boy was at least PAYING ATTENTION you know?



...WAS SHE LEGITIMATELY SCARED OF HIM? Paul clicked his tongue. “M’dear--I AM Professor Myers---I promise no real heads will roll today!” Was his getup THAT believable? HIs acting SKILLZ were that good, eh?

He felt smug.



Paul usually tried to make sure Mr. Prince was okay--but right now, he saw the boy merely being calm and quiet (which really he USUALLY was) but..sometimes calm and quiet was unnerving, like with Daxton.

But moving on, moving on, here.



“The temperature part is right, m’boy--very good!” he smiled at young Jacen. “But not for...someone’s presence, no. We’ll get into that, though!”



“Well, not just ANY something, Miss Wright, but good guess!” and she was, obviously, on the right track!



Paul was used to Brooklyn’s lack of...well, effort, in his lessons, but it didn’t bother him. She was just one of those students who was a big more uptight than he was! He sent her a tiny grin.



Again, misled by his inscription on the board. Paul just smirked a little. “Ah...very good guess, Selina--but no no, I am looking for something else!” Was she wearing a Slytherin scarf?! He gave her a puzzled look before moving on.



WEIGHT sensitive? Paul stared at Char for a second. “Well, that’s not the answer. But you’ve given me an idea, yes--” he smiled and made a mental note to send a few owls out after class.

WEIGHT SENSITIVE.



BODY HEAT! Paul BEAMED at Janelle. “YES YES! Body HEAT! You’re quite right--and more specifically about the BODY HEAT, Janelle! Take three points!” he grinned and went back to the front of the room...they were just about ready to move on a bit, eh?



Alas, he did not see Hadleigh spill her tea, but he sent her a cheerful smile and a nod in her direction as he glazed over the class...did anyone had anything else to add or guess about, eh?



A secret super geneticist. “Ah...m’dear, I am no geneticist. I have friends--alas, not me,” he put a hand on his chest and chuckled. He wished he were, though. Making his own crossbreeds would be nice…

If not a little reckless.



SUCKING ENERGY. “Well, you know, that’s a good guess, Elsa! But no no--” he smiled.



Paul waved his hand at Carl dramatically, basically his way of telling the boy HELLLLLLO!



He sat atop the table in the front once more. “As Landon, Oliver both mentioned---TEMPERATURE is what changes the color, exactly. And even more specifically, our BODY heat is what does it for the roses, as Janelle said, but I must show you--” he waved his wand, and an ENORMOUS blast of HOT AIR shot out, enveloping the entire room and...changing all of the roses white. Paul waved his wand again to get rid of it. “They are VERY sensitive to temperature change, actually, and they turn WHITE to actually show they are too warm. It’s mostly helpful if they’ve been kept in the sun too long and need some shade for a few hours or day or so.”

WASN’T THAT COOL?

“Now, mundane roses do turn whiter in color in the summer. So, some of you suggesting this is a magical hybrid are correct--they ARE a hybrid, created by Herbologist Theodore Wimbleton in 2065. So they’re relatively NEW to the field, as you can see. BUT with care...and love...they’re pretty similar to regular roses, as you all..will see.” Oh he smirked a bit evilly there.

“First lesson of the year! So...we’re doing some easier things today, kids! Tell me the parts of the rose plant--which did you all know was a SHRUB, actually?” How funny. He slipped off the table and grabbed a piece of chalk, for once using his hand and not his wand to draw on the board. He drew a pretty simple flower. “Don’t worry about writing this stuff down. Just..let’s go over it before we get into our activity. BUT--what ARE the parts of the rose and what is their function? Tell me everything you know!”



ooc: WHOOO hi again, guys! Wonderful jobs, really, I'm having an enormous amount of fun and UGH *pinches all your cheeks in love and adoration* I'll be moving on in 15 or so hours! I would like to put the points in for those of you Paul just gave points to, but I'm jetting off to class and will do that when I get out! So...HAPPY POSTING <3