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Originally Posted by
Charely Potter 
Justin if he wanted to continue thinking would've assumed the worst from his ideas on why Paul was here. Yet they were seeming to vanish. Why? Well, he was polite with him.. Oh right, Head of Hufflepuff. He knew enough time with the Hufflepuffs brought out the soft side in anyone. Not that he would admit this. A man's got to keep some secrets after all. Just not from Justin. Ahem.
He raised his brows at the tone. Okay, maybe he was faking being nice. Well, whatever. They needed to talk anyway. "Fine. I have some biscuits on the table if you want some with it." Letting him in before he followed after to get the tea ready.
Getting some cups Justin poured the warm liquid into them before offering one to Paul as he sat. Face to face. Now who would go first? Well, that was difficult to tell without any ladies in here. Sipping his tea, "So..." He definitely had things to say, but given the tone he received it was clear that it was wanting to slip from Paul's mouth more.
"I'm fine. I don't want any biscuits. Perhaps just a cup of tea. Or anything to drink, really," he suggested softly as he stepped into the hut, peering around. It was neat, as Justin's hut usually was, and he took a seat without further ado.
"Well," Paul began, clearing his throat as he sat up straight.
"I think...........you....owe me an apology," he raised his eyebrows a bit.
"For majorly stepping on my toes at the feast. You took points away from my house,....for disciplinary reasons, when I was standing right now. And you had no need to be down at my table anyways, Justin," his voice was soft, his tone calm, but his blue eyes had met Justin's.
'It SEEMED to me..that you were just wielding your power over mine. Which, let's be honest, you have none. We're on the same level."
Hmph.