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FearlessLeader19 
"Wonderful! I'll be sure to see that it gets enough water.'' The sunlight was, of course, readily available. It blended well with the amethyst wallpaper around her office, if he did say so herself.
"I think that's the down side to being a parent,'' Kay responded. "The crying. But I am sure you do a great job with your students; you handle any situations during your classes perfectly.'' Why else would he stick around as a professor, other than having a love for teaching? The Muggle Studies professor found it absoloutely cute that Paul and the Milton were married. "How many years are you two together? Is Sir Fluffington okay now?'' The poor dog... "I'd love to meet Zelda if I can.''
"Is it the sugar that makes you hyper?'' she asked, her eyes twinkling as he cracked the joke. "Here you are then.'' One cup with four sugars and a little milk, proper for dunking cookies. She made herself a cup as well then sat back in her chair. "Sadly I don't. I've always much too busy to get one. I lived with my father and he would have been more than happy to take care of one but I didn't want to bother him.'' Kay took a sip. "I was thinking of getting one now though. Any suggestions?''
He sipped his tea.
"Ehhhhh...I wouldn't say I handle any situation perfectly...I always look back on things and think...okay, how can I handle something like this better next time?" Paul sighed.
"I often think I'm the...well, a not very good professor, to be honest. But it's all about living..and learning..and doing better not for you..for them," he nodded at the pictures of her students.
"Learning from them, coming together in the environment and...just trying to bring out the best versions of ourselves in the classroom, for productivity and for just...teaching each other how to be people, how to..live," he sighed a bit. He had not intended on this deep of thought when stepping in here moments ago.
How long HAD he and Milton been together? Pfft...
"Somewhere around...oh goodness, Milton remembers these things, NOT ME--" something that got him into trouble.
"Goodness...like...thirty...three? years..." he was guessing. Milton would have murdered him.
"Oh, Charles is FINE now. Much happier to be at home." but she wanted a doggggggie? Or any pet? Paul smiled.
"I don't know...it depends on what you like, to be honest. Some people prefer cats...some dogs...others just like owls because very low maintenance...ooooh a SNAKE would be creepy but interesting.." he trailed off, chuckling to himself.