SPOILER!!: Flynny
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Originally Posted by
Sneakeh Cat 
After weeks of contemplating over this moment, Flynn was here, standing in front of Old Man Myers’ door, holding a WADA application that he had requested through the mail. He knew he still had a little less than a year to decide if he would apply to take courses at the university following graduation, but he was trying to decide IF this was what he wanted to do.
Didn’t WADA cost money to attend? Money he didn’t have.
Also, shouldn’t he get some more acting (possibly singing, if he considered going that route) lessons so he would be more than just okay-ish before diving head first into theatre courses?
So many questions and concerns, and only one person that could help him. Surprisingly, that one person was the same person he thought he would never end up liking. Six years later, and the old man grew on him.... shockingly.
He rolled up the application and used it to knock on the door.
Paul would have expected Flynn the Troublemaker to be at his office door anymore six years ago than he did right now, today. So when he strolled out of his office and into his aquatic meeting space and opened the door to SEE Flynn.
Wow.
"Flynnly! Come right in, m'boy." He saw the paper in his hand and was...vastly confused, and it probably showed on his face.
"This is...what, the first time you've come to my office? In you seventh year? Wow." He winked.
SPOILER!!: Iggy
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Originally Posted by
hermygirl "And your point is?" Ignatius replied dryly. Yes, he saw that look in the Herbology Professor's eyes, and no, he still didn't want to take his shoes off. "Of course I can do it. I'm just choosing not to. I'm quite comfortable how I am." Paul did not need to see his holey, mismatched cauldron socks. No thank you.
"Aren't there other ways to do it?" Like...pretty much anything other than yoga. In the meantime he kept his focus on the fish. The ones floating around overhead, not the floppy, floundering one on the yoga mat. Chortle. "You've quite the variety in here. Wouldn't mind a spot of salmon for dinner."
ANYWAYS...pumpkins.
Actually, no. Eyeroll at Paul's use of Iggy again FIRST, and THEN pumpkins.
"Good, good. They'll be big enough to carve, I hope? And what about the foxgloves?"
"Well fine. I wouldn't want to cause you discomfort or anything, Iggy," again, with the Iggy. How many times would it take for Ignatius to tell him off? The world would soon find out, eh?
There were plenty of ways to....keep his limbs LIMBer but of course he chose yoga because it also relaxed the mind. Which, he would tell Ignatius, but the man seemed vastly unamused with the lot of this.
"None of the fish are for sale. Or for eating. I have to return them in a month," he said with a simple shrug.
"So...you eat fish, Iggy?" He didn't take the man for a seafood lover.
The pumpkins...the man needn't worry about them, or the foxgloves. But he smirked slightly.
"I'm sorry, Iggy, I only wear faux fur gloves...Merlin, what kind of person are you?" he teased, lightly, even if he DIDN'T believe in wearing real animal skin.
"Is that all?" SPOILER!!: Derf
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Originally Posted by
sweetpinkpixie
Derf noticeably tensed when the man peered at the badge. His Color Changing Charm was holding - which was kinda impressive considering his basic skillset with magic, you know? - but it was veeeeeeeery obviously NOT a badger behind the P.
"Uh...well..." he mumbled, ruffling his hair a bit more. "Not exactly, professor. But I reckon someone who properly deserved the badge wouldn't let it be devoured by a flesh-eating shrub after, um, five seconds or so after opening the letter....and stuff..."
Hold up.
There were quite a few things going on in the boy's statement, currently, and much of it made Paul want to laugh, but of course the older man did none of that.
"Derfael....a flesh eating shrub...whtever it is, wouldn't eat metal," he said gently. "
But would you like an actual Hufflepuff badge?" Because...the lack of a badger was tripping Paul OUT.
SPOILER!!: Hanna
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Originally Posted by
Jessiqua This was just amazing! Her face clearly displayed how impressed she was, too, and she decided she'd come BACK every few months to keep track of what was happening. She didn't want to miss out on anything super awesome like this. She was imagining a fairy garden, a horse paddock, a 1920s jazz club! The possibilities were endless.
"Oh, that's good," Hanna said. She didn't think the Ministry would like animals to be harmed in the making of things, even at Hogwarts. But she also hadn't really suspected Professor Myers WOULD hurt the fish, either. "Does Hogwarts have any fish tanks?" She knew there would be some in the lake, amongst other incredible creatures, but she hadn't SEEN a tank yet. Besides this one, of course.
She was really pleased to see Professor Myers liked the tea. She nodded, "He's the BEST. He says he misses it here, but he's really enjoying being a stay-at-home Grandpop. Liesel is so cute now. Well, she's always been cute, but she's getting cuter." Especially now that she could interract with people, and give cuddles, and play with things properly. She was really messy though, especially when she ate.
"Professor, I do have a question for you." To get down to business, too. "At home I have lavender in a little pot and it sits by my bedside, but my mum keeps it alive." Hanna wasn't sure what she did, besides watering it, of course. But she couldn't remember how she planted it, whether it grew inside, or if she had it outside for a while. "I was wondering how difficult it would be to plant some seeds in a little pot and grow it in my dormitory." The smell was calming, but she didn't know if the conditions would be favourable or not.
Errrrr....
"Not that I know of. Besides the lake..." Ahem. Which wasn't a tank.
"And I can completely see Arthur being a great granddad. What a lucky man he is!" he said, knowing that he himself would never be a grandfather. He and Milton didn't want children, and even if they did now...well, he was old. He wasn't sure if he felt sad or not...but...he knew he didn't want children. It was almost like he wanted to be a grandparent without the children part.
No matter. He was a godfather to Justin's twins. Veeeeeery lucky twins there. Paul spoiled them ROTTTTTEN.
Oh ho ho!
"You want to plant lavender in your dorm?" he asked, making sure he had her idea right.
"It wouldn't be too difficult...I don't think..." She was a first year, though. He was trying to remember the
exact process. Hmm.
SPOILER!!: Awww Emmalyn
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Originally Posted by
Birchwoodmom Tears were streaming down her face as she ran to Professor Myers office. Not tears of sadness, tears of joy and excitement. Not only had she made the house quidditch team, but she had a few dancing roles in the Wizard of Oz. She was overjoyed and had to tell her Head of House. Sure, he must have already known since HE was the one that posted the list and ran the auditions, but not from her mouth.
Narrowly missing the edge of the wall, she rounded the corner, put on the breaks, and knocked on the professor's door. She cleared her throat. “Sir? It’s Emmalyn. Emmalyn Walsh. I’m a Hufflepuff.” Ugh, I’m a Hufflepuff, she thought. Not believing she said that out-loud. Of course he knew she was a Hufflepuff. Afraid she would further embarrass herself, she simply stood outside the door and waited to be invited in.
Well then!
To be woken from a yoga-induced daze like that! Emmalyn Walsh, Hufflepuff! Paul chuckled as he opened the door to his meeting space and just....handed her a tissue from his pocket when he saw the happy!teas.
"Emmalyn...." He could TELL she was happy because she was smiling. "
What is all this crying about, m'dear?!" he asked.
About the list? Character list? Emmalyn got to dance! Surely she was happy about that--but the tears?!
SPOILER!!: Zita
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Originally Posted by
Bazinga Zita Valla was having the worst day so far of term, you wouldn't know this by looking at her though. Her hair perfect, her makeup spot on, and her usual smile on her face, no to see her you would think she was on top of her game like she always was, but inside was where her true scars were for the day. She was moody when she woke up, she hated the sound of anyone's voices, it was just one of those days,
then she saw Cam and Liam all happy and lovey-dovey in the common room, barf. Then she wanted to finish her favorite book series and her favorite character of all time died, it was so unexpected, and now this.
It was ridiculous, it was favoritism at it's best. A boy in a part clearly for a girl when there were fantastic girls that should have gotten those parts. Ridiculous and the biggest slap in the face a monkey, her talents and popularity were greater than a horrid ugly monkey. There would be no way in hell she would be playing a monkey.
Knock knock
Not soon after comforting Emmalyn, he had another knock, and Paul thought he wasn't destined to get his yoga done today
. "Come in!" he called out from his downward dog stance on the floor of the beautifully blue-esque room from all the fish and water and...
Oh it was so relaxing! So tranquil. Little did he know.....there was a
complaint coming his way!