"Well, if you were in Hufflepuff, I'd let you keep in the garden we have in there. Granted, maybe she needs a bit more sunlight than we get down there, but...still. I think she'd be okay." Alas, it was not a thing. "Can you imagine carrying her around on your back, though?" he asked with a looooot of snorting/chuckling going on. "Silly!"

It was an interesting view to have on....views, really. "Never become a politician, then," he teased, winking at her. But that's really...all he felt politicians did, to an extent. It wasn't a good or bad thing; it was part of the job, wasn't it?

Heh. Mistakes. Paul had to laugh. SOOOO many mistakes like, he had collected over the many many years he had spent in this world. "Everyone makes mistakes. I am not ashamed of my own. You embrace them, you learn." He said simply. He didn't mind speaking about them to people, either. But it got a liiiiittle dicey when he felt he hadn't made a mistake and someone disagreed with him, but that was different altogether, again.

Ah.

Uni worries.

In the past few months, he had been approached with similar worries. Must have been this time of year...after Christmas holidays, looking into summer and beyond...all that stuff. "Innocence does indeed. But so does experience." Paul smirked. "What will you do if your plan doesn't follow through perfectly?" He asked curiously.

Plans had a way of falling apart.