A Poop * k8 * "Oh, trust me, teaching here has done that enough," he chortled as he shut the door behind her. Hags. POLTERGEIST WEDDINGS. Creepy dolls, monsters........ummmm where did the list end? Plenty of unexpected expecting here, Miss Spinnet.
PAH! She was amusing, she was, and Paul merely eyed her with an amused expression. Zoryn was a bouncy little thing, wasn't she? "I was not having a dance party today, no." Heh. "But I think an interesting space where students can chat with me is conducive in creativity and comfort. And also...just...it's fun," he winked. "Feel free to dance if you like. I can even platy music--" his wand was out with a snap, and he flicked it a bit. Bouncy banjo music began to play.
This was the weirdest techno dance club ever. Or it was Myers' meeting space. Either way, Zoryn should appreciate it. Paul tapped his foot to the beat. "I guess I could have gotten my banjo, too." But BANJO TECHNO WAS COOL.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |