 Wowza!
This was strange though it shouldn't have been. A professor who wasn't his professor was talking to him and though this ought to have been perfectly fine (Ilvermornians had been around for weeks now) it was strange. That Peofessor Williams had chosen to fix his tie and straighten his sleeves didn't help.
"Sure, yes. Thank you," He said, folding the corner of the page he'd been reading and closing his Potions book. "If it's not too much to ask anyway." Not that he was really asking, not that he felt like he really had s choice.
But the woman seemed genuinely interested in what Hogwarts was to offer, causing a small smile to begin pulling at the corners of his mouth. Levi added the Potions book to the stack hovering behind him and wondered if her classes were any good. They probably were; there was maybe a certain keenness that had to come with History of Magic, right? She seemed to have it. "Yes. I'd ask you if you want to come in and have a look but I'm not sure I can or should do that." Or if he'd want her there for that matter. "The good lady here," he pointed behind him, presumably at the portrait but his thumb ended up pointing at the books instead, "is kind enough to alert everyone if a non Gryffindor is trying to get in. Words travel fast with portraits and honestly, her dulcet tones are loud enough to attract the whole castle. Or worse--Peeves."
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