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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy On the other side of the door, Gaston sat at his desk, staring sadly at the objects in his hand. A battered Albus Dumbledore card from a chocolate frog and a little paper wolf that once sang a message... pointless trinkets to some, but he held on to them all this time as a reminder of someone who showed him kindness. Never in a million years would he have imagined that the same boy who gave him these would lay a hand on him!
Sudden knocking jerked him out of his thoughts, and he rose with a heavy sigh. That must be him now... "Thank you for being so prompt, Mr. Ashbury-Hawthorne," he said in a rigidly polite tone as he opened the door. Normally he would offer visitors to his office a smile upon arrival, but today he didn't even try to hide his sadness. "Please come in, sit down." OOC: You can post in the office whenever you're ready. The professor sorta looked like a kicked cruppy to be entirely honest, which only fueled his THEORY about THINGS...but he was going to keep all that to himself because discussing wolfbane and moon phases was just not the sort of thing one did when a professor had summoned you to their office. Although Derf was kinda confused why the serious face over something so small as, um, his color issue.
"...okay," he nodded as he stepped into the office and gave things a look around. The third year did not really make it a THING to visit many professors, even before he had his issues and this term seemed to be a pretty big exception to this. He had taken hippogriff dung to Professor Myers, visited Professor Wayland LOADS because of fire salamander things, stopped by the Headmistress' office with a letter, and now he was here. Yes, busy term for one Derfael Mitchell Ashburry-Hawthorne.
OF COURSE his eyes fell on the cat in the office. Sitting? Nah. He had better things to do! Like fishing out a small handful of kibble from his enchanted pocket. He had loads of things tucked away in here since, well, you never knew what creature you were going to run into, you know? Moving slooooowly over towards the cat, Derf left a few pieces on the floor and then backed away to give the creature room to sniff out the treats or ignore them entirely as it saw fit...and then he sat on the floor.
What? He HAD sat down as asked.
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