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Nyle couldn't quite help the strange flutter in his chest when Professor Feirgrund called him "Master Harden." Iris was the real stickler when it came to words, but he felt the weight the word carried nonetheless. It reminded him of his parents, his dad especially, and everyone would speak about them as though they were a master in their fields, their skills were almost legendary. Granted, one of those people was the Minister himself who tended to sing people's praises like a field of honking daffodils on Sonorus, but Nyle felt the truth. He knew it to be true - he had seen it, first hand, only a few months ago just how potent those skillsets were even if Iris and himself had played a tiny but essential part in the process. He acknowledged that it was just a title, like Mister, and nothing at all like he was sitting here spiraling over and yet the Hufflepuff had boarded this train and he couldn't exactly jump off.
But at least his focus was on his family, which made answering the Charms professor's question as easy as buttering bread with a warmed butterknife. He raised his hand, offering a slight smile as he spoke, his voice warm but a little shy and weighed down ever so lightly by his thoughts."Mum makes the best honeyed lavender shortbread," he said, his tone softening at the thought of it and his hands fidgeting with the stem of a wildflower in his robe pocket he had plucked from the grounds the other day. "It’s sweet, but not overpoweringly so...just enough to make you feel grounded, like the plants she grows in the garden...which is also where she gets the lavender for the shortbread. The lavender gives it this calm, natural taste, and the honey... it reminds me of everything peaceful and simple." His realized his fidgeting and the fact that both hands were shoved rudely into his pockets when they ought to be on his desk, and he slowly slid them out to do just that. Not to mention his eyes were fixated on some random spot on his desk and he fought with himself to look up and meet the professor's kind gaze. "I love them because it’s one of those things that makes me feel at home, no matter where I am. Every bite was like a small, edible piece of home."
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