A garden in the Gryffindor towers.

As much as Paul would have LOVED it...hmm. There was a garden in the Hufflepuff common room, and while it had been there even before he was made head of the house, he wondered if...well, it was what made the badger common room special, right? He was milling over it, wondering if it was childish of him to think the reciprocation of ideas was a tad irritating. It is a bit childish, you man child, he thought to himself, but he merely smiled. "Perhaps. Professor Marchand, I think, seems busy as of late." He could hardly catch a word with the man recently.

....

Wait, what?

Paul made a face. "A...dark wizard? Me?" he asked in a soft voice. "Is that why..." Derf's BEHAVIOR made a lot more sense if this WAS the case. WOW. "Um. Does he still think that?" And the boy's fear of plants probably didn't help.

BUT PAUL MYERS. A DARK WIZARD. It was laughable. Paul couldn't help it-----he burst out into laughter. "A D-D-DARK WIZARD, THOUGH!" Oh dear. Oh deaaaaaaar.

He was so overcome with the thought that absolutely nothing else......was registering. A DARK. WIZARD.