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Ilia had not had a proper meeting with the herbology professor since last term. He was the only adult with whom she had sought personal counsle, mostly by accident but still. She enjoyed his special brand of oddness and he had consoled her when she was in distress, personal visits were owed really. Straightening her dress, she knocked gently on the door.
Doing yoga on his lily-pads. It was relaxing. it was SOOTHING. The room echoed with the sound of his movements. Currently in downward dog, Paul didn't look up as he heard the knock.
"Come...right in....don't mind....me...." he said airily, with pauses in between his words because yoga was aalllllll about that breathing, you know? He was feeling MUCH better than he felt earlier..after the...outrage.