Lord Borr curled his sausage sized finger towards himself, beckoning young Mr. Wendleworth towards him. "Come here, my boy. I'll let you in on a secret. Come here, don't be shy - that's what they are over at the girls' school - shy babies. Be a man and come here. Let Lord Borr thrust some knowledge upon you, give you some perspective, and teach you a lesson." Lord Borr patted his knee and welcomed Mr. Wendleworth to sit upon it like a grandson might be beckoned to his grandfather.

Before he could get Kingston settled though, there was another young man at his side. Lord Borr truly was very busy and very important. "Son, I'm sorry to hear that. But you know what I like to hear? You know what I'm hearing? I'm hearing ALL GOOD THINGS! I hear you all wanting better! THE BEST! I LIKE IT!" Lord Borr had the manic spitting again. "Professor Branxton! These boys want SILK napkins!"

Lord Borr jerked Mr. Wendleworth down to sit on his knee anyway. He offered his other knee, father figure and role model extraordinairre that he was, to Mr. Potter. "Let me tell you boys something. And you listen good. You don't have to settle for anything! Ever! If you thrive to be great and find yourself a good role model to follow behind," Lord Borr reached his hand up to snap his suspenders and insinuate himself, "you can truly BE an important person! With your silk napkins! WITH GOLD NAPKINS!" Lord Borr ruffled little Mr. Wendleworth's hair. "It might interest you to know that I, Lord Borr, was a Hufflepuff in my day. And look at me! TRULY GET A GOOD LOOK BOYS! I am great. I am important. And if you stick with me, you might follow suit!" After another phlegmy breather, he continued, "Why if I were you I'd be out back in the forest right now! Cutting down trees and fashioning myself a THRONE worthy of me!" These boys were obviously not up to what he had been as boy - but with his help - they could be.

Bless them, one and all.

"Sure, my young man. Go sit back at your table and eat up. Too skinny and scrawny for my likings, and if you ever want to court a young woman - you need to grow some! Go! Sit! EAT! And I will see you, Mr. Wendleworth in my lounge later. You too," Lord Borr pointed at the Prefect boy. He did not extend the invitation to Mr. Potter.