"Oh! There's a tea party? How delightful! Still... if it's all the same I had just a few questions for you, if it pleases ma'am. Also I should introduce myself as Chaucer Ipswich, fourth year and completely avid student of the green arts, as it were. Introductions seem to require a certain abruptness at the moment however... you seem positively flustered? Did someone pour cyanide into your fertilizer? Set fire to a garden? Pluck the wrong rose?" Chaucer was quite apt to adopt whatever emotion around him was the most pressing, and thus when he spoke he began to feel a sense of urgency and terror though about what he couldn't really imagine. The professor seemed in a right fright and that was more than enough to set a paranoid flame awhirl within the young student's head.