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Noble couldn't help but roll his eyes at the herbologist; he did indeed hate the nickname (as well as any other cutesy variants of his first name), and Paul only got away with it due to their deep friendship and respect. Any other, and his wand would have likely been drawn.
"If only that were the case, old friend," Noble mused. Paul was pretty much the opposite of subtle, though thankfully in a much less annoying way than, say, a certain Finneas Schmoe. "I'm glad the journey to London has been a productive one. You should know I'm always more than happy to make the trip to the Italian Riviera for you too though." He much enjoyed his trips to the Tuscan countryside, filled with good food, good drink, and good company.
"Sabbatical," he corrected Paul, not having viewed his lengthy travels as a vacation as such. It'd been a trip of reconnecting, after being stuck in that magical storm. "And perhaps. I've been picking up some tutoring, and trying to decide my next step." He wasn't adverse to returning to Hogwarts, and had considered reaching out to Trent at a couple of points, but with his daughter now happily traversing the globe with her chosen career, he was open to prospects further afield. Of course, he didn't need to work at all, if he didn't want to. He just wasn't quite ready for the R word just yet.
...and cue another roll of the eyes. "I'll need more than one, if you keep that up." But yes, he was ready for a drink.
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