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sweetpinkpixie 
Derfael Mitchell Ashburry-Hawthorne was NOT the odd one here. NOPE. The second year's heart was already pounding in his ears, almost deafeningly so, the door began to creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek open and THAT man appeared on the other side. Which of course he would seeing as it was his office, and the Hufflepuff WOULD have been pleasantly surprised that he did not feel the need to secrete from fear today...but he was FAR too distraught to think about such thing.
"It IS-S-S, profess-s-s-sor," he nodded while BOLDLY taking a step inside the office without so much as a second thought. "There has-s-s been a TERRIBLY mis-s-sjus-s-stice done and my bes-s-st friend has-s-s-s been HURT badly by people who are S-S-SUPPOS-S-SE to protect him and be his alley. But they jus-s-st turned out to be big S-STINKY pieces-s-s of dragon dung, s-s-sir!" He paused a moment, his big baby blues LOCKED on the professor's face UNBLINKING to prove how serious he was. The slicked back hair was helping with the whole image too, yes? Yes.
....Stinky pieces of dragon dung. Paul made a face.
"Why, who, Derfael?" he asked in a concerned tone.
"What in the world is going on?" And who did the boy consider his best friend? He shut the door to his meeting space and crossed his arms as he faced the Hufflepuff boy.
And yes, Paul noticed that slick hair. Was he was trying to impress Paul? There was really no need! Paul enjoyed having Derfael in classes and in his house. Man, Derf was distressed. It was concerning. Paul could just SEE it in the boy's face....distress, all over it.
"Do you need a calming solution, m'boy? Seriously, explain what's going on. I'm hear to listen."