Jose knocked on the door he had his essay that proffesor Branxton had asked him to do.


ooc: i'll give you it next post after you have replied

Neo walked up the door and knocked on it a couple of times.

Doyle was just about to tell whoever was knocking at his door (ooc: Jose) to enter when there was another knock. "Yes, come in!" he said, exasperated. He pulled off his glasses and started to clean them.

Neo pushed open the door, a little cautiously mind, and entered into the man's office. "Ahh...tense are we?" While waiting, his eyes traveled around the office, taking in the surrounding. Wow, this guy had a nice place. Bet he's never got rain coming down his fireplace.

Sniff.

"No," he frowned and replaced his glasses, folding his primly on the desk in front of him. "What do you require?"

Neo's emotionless face countered Branxton's frowning face. Well, weren't they just the pair of party-people? "I was just..ah..making rounds and meeting the fellow comrades." Constantine attempted a smile; totally failed. "Oh, and you get a pie. It's just not done yet." Or started for that matter.

He blinked. "A... pie?" he asked, curiously and then took off his glasses again, rubbing his eyes. "I apologize for being so short tempered. This is a bit more than I bargained for," he admitted and put his glasses back on yet again.

"Yes, a pie." Neo stood in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets, this man was slightly amusing. "It's alright, I don't blame you," Neo's eyes flashed towards the pictures of Doyle and his family. Didn't blame the man at all.

"You should try yoga. Or deep breathing excercises." Perhaps a vacation too?

"The deep breathing doesn't help and I have never heard of this... yoda?" he wrinkled his face in confusion.

Yes, definitely should go for the vacation. "Yoga," Neo corrected. "It's this muggle type of excercise. Very relaxing...helps to calm the mind and some other things that I don't remember. Very effective though," he wandered off to look at the photos.

"Wonderful children," he commented looking at a family photo. "I've only heard about them...never seen them. You're a lucky man."

"Yes, it's too bad they are all female," he sighed. "Well, the first Hogsmeade weekend is coming soon, I suppose... What kind of pie?"

"That's it, look at the bright side." Constantine turned away from the photo and moved into the center of the room. "I was thinking of an apple or blueberry pie. Unless of course you have a different preference? It's of no matter, really."

"Apricot is my favorite," he offhandedly remarked and then sighed, suddenly remembering his manners. "I apologize again, please sit down."

"Then apricots is shall be," Constantine tried a smile again; this time was a better result. "Thank you," he took a seat in the chair in front of his desk. "I shall have one of the students drop the pie off as soon as possible. As soon I meet a few," he frowned a little and twiddled his thumbs.

Jose entered and stood at the back whilest the two grown-ups talked. He just wanted to get out of there but knew he had to give the essay to the proffesor.

Godfrey rapped the door expectantly...hearing a few voices inside talking he expected this was the right place. Mum had said that a good potions master was always working no matter what.

"Thank you. It shouldn't take long for you to meet some students," Professor Branxton replied and gestured to the two figures lurking in the doorway. "Here are two now. This is Mr. Moiser and... A new first year. What's your name, son?"

"Hello Professor Branxton, my name is Godfrey Peverell." Godfrey entered the room looking around glad to have found Professor Branxton in his Potions Office instead of the Headmaster's office. He smiled to himself and noted how fine of an office it seemed. It reminded him of his summer visits with his mum.

"I asked some of the Slytherin boys about you and how to get here. Me mum asked me to bring you these things", Godfrey said with a slight sparkle still in his eyes. He held out a large, full bottle of some kind of oil and a bag full of orderly placed leaves. "She owns a fairly profitable potions company in the Americas and teaches at the school in Salem as a potion's mistress." Handing them to Professor Branxton to examine, Godfrey continued on. "At any rate, she expects me to work hardest in your class Sir, and thought that all things considered that you might enjoy a few leaves of Oswego. The Oil of Dittany from it (pointing towards the full bottle), which is high in Thymol, is especially useful in curing whooping cough and in antispasmodic potions. She thought you might like something from an area that maybe you travel to less often."

Godfrey turned to face Neo and inclined his head in a slight bow, "Hello professor, it is of course a pleasure to meet you also. Sorry to say that I have not also brought you similar gifts. What is it that you teach?"

Constantine looked round at the two students in the doorway and gave each a nod of the head as Branxton mentioned names. His gaze wandered around the room, aimlessly again, as the two students conversed with the Headmaster. It was only after a few seconds that Neo realized he had been spoken too.

"Oh, I'm sorry...I don't teach, technically. Unless of course you count teaching others respect for the earth and all the things great about it," he shrugged as he leaned back in his chair. "I don't need gifts, dear child. Seeing you boys outside enjoying the grounds is a great enough gift for me." Lending a hand is a better present though...

"Ah. Thank you very much," Professor Branxton accepted he gift and placed it neatly on his spotless desk. "That was very thoughtful of your mother and of you from bringing it." He wasn't sure what else to say. He was incredibly distracted and that bothered him and distracted him even more. he took off his glasses and began to clean them, squinting at he pictures on his desk as he thought of Cassandra and how she' tried so hard to get him to break this habit.

Jose looked at Professor Branxton "where do you want the essay" he said holding out a piece of paper. He looked at the groundskeeper and nodded his head slighty

on the paper

"You are quite welcome professor." Godfrey watched him clean his glasses with that far off look and knew from seeing this look before that it was getting time for him to depart the potions master's office. He gave a slight nod, and started "well, you obviously have much to prepare for as I should as well for classes. Have a pleasant evening professor."

With that Godfrey turned to the groundskeeper and stated emphatically, "Mum says that I will get a right throttling if I was caught disrespecting the school or the grounds, so you shan't find me making a mess of such a fine place as the grounds here. Good evening sirs." With these last words, Godfrey gave a slight inclination of his head towards the general room and departed for the Slytherin common room.

"I'll take it straight from you, thank you for being so prompt," Professor Branxton smiled as he accepted the parchment from Mr. Mosier. "And I trust you'll be more courteous in the future."

He nodded to the other boy, Peverell. "Thank you again. Good evening," he said and turned to read the assignment he received from the Hufflepuff while the Slytherin finished conversing with Masterson.

"I will be" replied Jose "otherwise Hufflepuff will have no chance in winning the house cup"