Cythia and Art had arrived. Paul waved at them both, smiling at his white-haired friend. He glanced at Laurel and chuckled. "I never wear robes to the feasts if I can help it." He could finally forgo the robes for the term! YIPEEE! Not that he never wore robes over the summer--he did, certainly, but at home with Milton, they lazed around in muggle clothes.

He expected a silly comment from Rosalyn, but...instead, she said that. "Let me tell you something about Daxton Prince," he said softly, eyes serious. "That boy was a danger to himself and others. Him getting expelled was probably the best thing for him....and for everyone else," it was Rosalyn's first term here. She had no chance to SEE the damage that....child could cause. Poor thing needed help, seriously help, and Hogwarts was not that place. "He killed...a variety of valuable plants in my Greenhouses once," he murmured. "In the name of experimentation. Some of them didn't have even have a chance."

He sent a wave at Kay and Gaston. Oh, Gaston. The name still made the man smirk. He looked out a the students and tried to find Olivia or Rooney...

Speaking of the students, though, Paul thought he should hurry to give out his flowers before the speech. SOOOO he stood up and grabbed the basket. "I'll be back," he said softly, mostly to Rosalyn.