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Even if he was allowed to sit down, the Ravenclaw kept standing. Sitting down in front of an adult felt wrong to him unless the man sat down himself. "I'm okay, needed to stretch my legs anyway...." he said as an excuse.
"I'll keep the bluebell flames in mind but i'm used to the cold so i don't think i'll need it at the moment" besides, when the snow really started to fall he would spend his time in the warm comfort of the library or in the common room where it was warm. He did appreciate the thought though, not many nice professor's were left at Hogwarts.
.....Isn't against current rules. Dorian snorted lightly at that. He could not help it. He bet there would be a notification up soon about this matter. But he didn't say anything about it and instead only nodded his head.
Had this been last year or any year before this one, the Professor's comment about simply enjoying a walk would have been a normal thing to hear. Now however, the Ravenclaw raised his eyebrow slightly and was tempted to ask whether he was out for a walk for himself or because he was patrolling the Grounds because the Headmaster had ordered it. He could totally see him give that order. But again, he decided to not speak his thoughts. He wondered in how much trouble he could have been all year if he did not think before he spoke. "Do you take walks every day , Sir?" he asked. "If you do you should atleast walk thirty minutes. It is really healthy, like you'll strengthen your bones, it sharpens your brain and memory and it reduces sickness and many other benefits" he said enthusiastically.
Dorian looked down at his textbook in his hands and then his face fell. With a heavy sigh, the Ravenclaw looked up and shrugged his shoulders. "Stressful..... I was always bad at the subject but when Professor Hirsch taught it i felt like i could always go to him if i needed it" not that he asked for help or extra tutoring lessons but he KNEW the option had been open. "But...." he thought for a moment because the subject was being taught by the Headmaster now and one wrong word could result in points loss. "Now that the new Headmaster is teaching the subject, i'm far to nervous to even ask for help" the man's icy stare alone send a shiver down his spine. Yes, Dorian was afraid of the man. "NOT that he's a bad teacher!" he shouted all of the sudden in slight panic. "He's very knowledgeable and ..and..." Scary, intimidating, powerful. Everything that Dorian wasn't. "I don't want to be seen as incompetent so i read the textbook as much as possible so that i can at least answer the theory questions...stupid right?" he laughed hollowly. "I'd talk to my Head of House about this but she's gone as well..." This year was definitely stressing him out more than usual.
"sorry about that...i don't know why i said all of that" He put his hands in his robe pockets and his fingers touched the wrapping of a sherbert lemon candy. "Uhm, do you want one, Professor?" he asked as he held one up.
He nodded as Dorian spoke of being used to the cold. He assumed most from the area were used to the weather.
“I do take walks most days, though not the same path each time. I particularly enjoy being outdoors this time of year. Before too long, I will need to take the greater part of my walks around the castle. While I too enjoy the brisk air, once the snow and ice appear, I’m happier indoors.” He wrapped his cloak around him a bit tighter. The heat he had generated from his walk had dissipated. Foster couldn’t help but grin as Dorian told of the health benefits walking brought about.
“Yes, thank you, I will try to keep it at a thirty minute minimum. A healthy heart and mind should always be a top priority.”
His heart ached for the young Ravenclaw. No student should be made to feel that way, or like they can’t ask for help. He steeled himself as much as possible, desperately trying to keep all emotion off his face. He knew he couldn’t let Dorian know that he too wasn’t fond of the new headmaster. His like or dislike of the man made no difference to the fact that he was his new boss.
He stopped cold at Dorian’s words, remembering that the young man’s Head of House was Professor Stewart. The very Professor Stewart that was no longer employed by Hogwarts.
“You have had a change in that area as well.” Without guarding his words he continued.
“That should not have happened. There was no reason at all to fire that extraordinary woman.” He stopped himself before a flood of emotion could pour out in words that shouldn’t be shared with a student.
Foster took a deep breath and gathered his composure. Until that moment, he hadn’t realized just how much he missed Professor Stewart. She had become the sun in the clouds of the new leadership. The bright light guiding him through each day. He cleared his throat
“Well, if you don’t feel comfortable going to your new Head of House or the headmaster for help, you are always welcome to come to my office. I must confess that Defense Against the Dark Arts was not my strongest subject, but I’m more than happy to study with you.” "Yes, thank you. That's very kind of you to offer." He reached out and took the candy.
"And, it's quite alright for you to share whatever is on your mind. Anything that is said stays between us." The young Ravenclaw deserved to have someone he could talk to without fear of losing house points or being sent to detention. As far as Foster was concerned, as long as Dorian wasn't planning some sort of massive destruction of the castle or harming himself or another student, there was no reason for anything that was said to go further.