SPOILER!!: Isabella
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Waddles 
Isabella looked at the dog. Hmm. She supposed dogs might enjoy the swaying of a lily pad on water, or at least tolerate it better than people. She wasn't a dog, so she couldn't say for sure. She'd take Professor Myers' word for it, though. Isabella shrugged when he asked about her mother. "I think it's more that she wants to make sure I don't get left behind in classes. And to make a good impression, even though I'm not top of my class," Isabella explained. And to be honest, Isabella highly doubted she'd ever be top of her class. She wasn't as good at the book learning as some people in her family.
"Juniper Melo, that's my mother," Isabella said. Oh, she hoped Myers didn't know her mother. That would be embarrassing, he would probably have heard stories about her as a kid or something. "She works at the Ministry now, but when we lived in Peru she ran a greenhouse. Do you know her? I thought she'd have said if she knew one of my professors."
Isabella grinned as Myers asked about her favorite class. "I like charms!" she said eagerly. "It's very practical." She paused, then asked, "Do you have any tips for first years? I think I'm getting used to it here, but I've still got a lot to learn!"
Paul nodded.
"Understandable. I hope you're keeping all right, then?" He could always help her in Herbology if she needed it; granted, if her mother did plants then Isabella was probably at least knowledgable about them.
"Pffft. Don't worry about being top of your class. That won't matter once you're out of here." It was true!
He couldn't recall a Juniper Melo right now.
"I...don't think I know her, especially if she ran a greenhouse in Peru for awhile...yeah. I wouldn't know her." Interesting. Now Paul WANTED to meet her...only because he loved meeting his PEOPLE.
Charm was a good subject, yes. As for tips......
."Hmmm. I think All I have to say about that is...don't give up if you fail the first time. Magic...is hard...and if you give up...you'll never know your full potential." Something he wished he could get through to Mr. Bellaire.
SPOILER!!: wedding
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Shanners Professor Myers clearly was popular. Clearly with...the wrong people. Rooney didn't frown, and he tried not to let his breathing get a little harsher. In fact, he managed a polite sort of smile - it probably looked like he was ready for toilet time, to be honest. "Sure wi--oh here he is!" Wait.. He looked between Professor Myers and then to Blaise and definitely found himself breathing a little quicker. What on earth was this? "Hang on a second. This isn't... you... Professor!" Surely this was some kind of illegal? Rooney was certain of it, honest.
But if Myers was ready to use magic...then Rooney was willing. "I'm giving you ten minutes, Professor. I have patrols soon with Penelope." Actually, he had a date with his little sister to go over the spellings on her homeworks.
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DaniDiNardo Blaise turned at Rooney's words, ready to tell the Professor he'd be back later himself now that the boy had given him the head's up...but....when his lips parted, no words came out. For a few minutes Blaise just stood, too angry to speak. So the man had...tricked him into meeting with Rooney (that was obvious by now), he could live with that--thought the man clever even, for knowing that had he told the truth he would have found himself with one less office guest. What actually got him was the threat of magic...
Unlike the Ravenclaw Prefect, Blaise did not give a verbal response to the command, he merely stood there with his hands balled into tight fists at his side and his eyes trained on the floor.
Rooney was right, the Professor only had ten minutes. He would stick around, he would listen, he would nod at all the appropriate times and this would be over soon enough.
Paul eyed them both..and sighed.
"I won't really use magic, Merlin, I just want you two to go INSIDE My meeting space--" and like little ducks, Paul
pushed gestured them inside.
To the lily-padded room.
Paul took seat on a nearby lily-pad.
"Sit or stand, I don't mind either one. But we are going to TALK things out, both of you. I don't want another MEAN exchange of words in my class. Ruins my vibe and the vibe of everyone else--" he sighed again. "
Now, Rooney. Why don't you like Mr. Bellaire? And Blaise, why don't you like Mr. Bronwyn?"
Paul...was not a counselor. At all.
Ahem.