Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger Professor Kingsley folded his hands in his lap and looked at them skeptically as they laid on the flattery.
Clearly, they wanted something, but...
Ah. "I see." Preston crossed one leg over the other as he considered the girls. "Well, I suppose I should have suspected. It's the only reason anyone comes to see me, other than those cupcakes."
Preston smiled briefly at Miss Shepard. "So, tell me specifically what your particular interest is? Theoretical?"
Or practical? |