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Of course not; he was young and how could she really and truly have expected him to understand the textbook at such a ripe young age? Especially when he barely had any formal magical education.
"It takes time to understand these things," Fina informed him, twisting a lock of hair around her finger. "But the great thing about the subject is that everytime you look at it, you seem to find something new."
Oh. Mr Tyler apparently new Lorelai. Cute. Turning to look at another boy who just entered, she studied him as he paused, long enough to have her curious as to his request. "Yes, of course. When would you like to set something up? Anyplace in particular you would like to hold the tutoring sessions?" The tall male prefect seemed to be MUCH nicer than her last encounter with him. Deciding it was probably a fluke, she put all misconceptions of him aside temporarily. "Hello, Mr Kane. Good to see you again. I'm doing quite well and youself?" Why were people KNOCKING?!
Did they not see that the door was open?! Sigh. Some students are clearly overly polite or maybe even slightly ridiculous.
"Come in." She said, slightly exasperated, but then her eyes bulged at the sight of what the third student had his hand. The smell of sugar. Cupcakes. "Especially you there. With the su-cupcakes." Of course she'd have to run some tests on them to ensure they weren't cursed or poisoned, but other than that, cupcakes were GOOD! 
Yeah the door was open and he felt like a totally noob knocking on the door, but it was better than walking into her office unannounced and having her blast him into a dung beetle. How would he eat his sugar quills if he were a dung beetle?
He gave her a small smile as he ushered him into the office.
"Oh...um," Oh Merlin what was her name? His eyes darted around his office looking for something with her name on it. He couldn't find anything. He had to say something he knew she was going to give him that look. Like he had lost his mind because he couldn't string together a proper sentence.
"Cupcakes." he finally said sitting the tray on her desk.
"For you. Cheesecake cupcakes," there he had gotten out the important things. He took a deep breath to calm himself. She was really pretty and her perfume was doing things to his head. But he couldn't picture her running through a field of cotton candy like Professor Carlton. But she was still pretty enough to leave him rambling like a cundunded fool.
He stood by her desk waiting for her to say something. He really hoped he had made sense.