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Derf had been mulling over this conversation all summer. Quite literally from the moment he had given in to his protective instincts and decided to take all the bowtruckles home with him over the summer, to be entirely honest...so the official summons of sorts by way of note had been encouraging to the Hufflepuff at first that they were on the same page: a talk. But what he had not counted on was Professor Wayland reacting so negatively to it, not to this degree at least. He was quick to pick up on the use of his full name over Derf as well as the way the man looked at him and also had had a few people ask what the scolding at the seventh year blonde had been about at the start-of-term feast considering he had been the victim of a love potion that one Zoryn Spinnet hadn't even bothered to pretend was not her doing.
....someone else he needed to have a talk with.
But the lack of smile, no, the lack of a GRIN which the Creatures professor tended to lean on more than anything was beyond unnerving and only accentuated by the complete lack of emotion. Derf had...no idea that Professor Wayland was this attached to the bowtruckles - who seemed equally as started by the man's persona based upon the slight tremble inside his pockets.
"I..." he began as he stepped inside and eyed the chair, not entirely feeling like sitting until he got a few things off his chest. And, well, a few things out of his pockets. "...I know I shouldn't have taken them home with me...should have left them here...but they were petrified, professor..." The Head Boy began as he lowered his hands to allow them all to crawl out of his pockets and on to his palms. "...they...they had seen things...one of their own experimented on...Hogwarts...and everything here just didn't feel safe...they were traumatized and felt...abandoned..."
A sentiment that was not exclusive to the creatures either.
".......we thought you were gone...and the end of term feast was...complicated...."
Suffering from alexithymia, he struggled to find any other word to describe that evening.
"....I'm sorry...but...but they are all here and accounted for. Healthy. Happier. Ready to come home..."
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