He thought he'd conjured a secure enough way of asking Professor Moxley his questions about a man who was fast becoming one of Cutty's focal points. Morally ambiguous and unhesitant to kill, James Bond could've been a poster boy for those afflicted with the same sort of brain to which Cutty played host. He had questions. Lots of them. Mostly, because he thought James Bond was a real muggle man who'd lived more than a century ago in Britain.

She'd had no visitors yet this term, none, the BIG goose egg. Suffice it to say that Meredith Moxley's big Gryffindor heart was aching a little. Was she not a favorite anymore? Had her reign as best ever professor as deluded as this title may be been short lived? It was all just proving a bit disheartening. Yes, Moxley had lost her mojo.

Exiting her office with an empty bowl in hand, the Muggle Studies Professor made her way past her seating area and towards the kitchen so she could get some more ice cream to quell the f-Wait. a. second. Was THAT a student waiting to see her? HER, Meredith Moxley? !!!!!!!!!!!!

She very casually placed the empty bowl on the floor by her foot and then gave it a gentle nudge, pushing it into the shadows. Because she didn't want her students to think she was stress eating or anything. LOL not her. Nope!

"Mr. Mordaunt, pleasure to see you!" Cue a classic toothy Moxley smile. Maybe her mojo wouldn't be so hard to find, after all.

"Professor Moxley." Cutty said, standing in the presence of a witch. His mind wanting him to bombard her already with a plethora of questins, but for his potion he refrained. "Did I come at a bad time?"

Moxley didn't dare say she'd been hold up in her office eating because that was terribly dull and didn't at all fit the super exciting and awe-inspiring lifestyle she wanted her students to believe she lead so she swept some of her hair away from her face and furrowed her brow.

"I've been quite busy preparing for my lesson but I always make time for my students." Of course she did! She was a brilliant educator. "Why don't we step into my office for a chat, eh?" And expecting the Slytherin to follow, Moxley turned on her heel and went over to her office, holding the door open for the boy.

Okay so Professor Q hated him and there was no doubt about that. Professor Flamsteed didn't actually hate him, but there was definitely some room for doubt about that. BUT there was one person that totally didn't hate him at all. Or well, he hoped as much. ANYWAYS. That one person was the one person that Zander had to make absolutely sure stayed not hating him. And that one Professor was.... YOU GUESSED IT, Professor Moxley of Muggle Studies.

Aka what all of Zander's hopes and dreams lead up to. Maybe he wasn't a favorite for anyone other Professor, but he was TRYING his best for this one. Not everyone could be a natural favorite like Sophie Brown, that sort of stuff came with genetics or something. Zander didn't have any of those genes. The only 'favorite' genes he had were the type he wore at home and those had an entirely different spelling so yeah. Anyways.

Professor Moxely. Had to make sure that she still didn't hate him. Things like this needed cultivating, or whatever. Merlin, cut him a break he wasn't good at this stuff, remember? Ahem.

With that in mind, the Gryffindor walked over to the door and gave it a small knock (with the hand that wasn't holding a plate of brownies.) (Oh yeah, had I mentioned he brought her brownies?) ('Cause he had.) (And that was a very important detail here.) (Everyone liked brownies.) (Some may even say that brownies are among a favorite snack.)

Meredith had been out observing the other professors. Y'know, checking out the competition. Not that teaching should be a competition but Moxley wanted to maintain her favorite status and that couldn't be done if her lessons were lamer than Rocket man's or the Charmer's. The former Gryffindors obviously being her main source of competition because Gryffindors, duh. RAWR! And speaking of Gryffindors, there was a blonde one standing by her door.

...Was that food that he had?

"Mr. Adair, what a surprise!" The Muggle Studies Professor made her way over, her expression cheery. "What brings you to my office today?"

Speaking of surprises, Zander was quite surprised himself when the Muggle Studies Professor was walking towards him from the other direction, instead of being inside her own office. It always threw him off when they did that. Y'know, "they" being Professors. Always tried to throw their students off. Kept 'em on their toes guessing. Where would they appear next? No one will know. Zander kept his composure though, as this was the one office visit he actually wasn't totally nervous about. Congratulations Professor Moxley, yours is literally the only one!

And yes, yes it was food that he had.

"Hello, Professor!" he smiled cheerfully as he wracked his brain for an answer. Erm. Well actually he was just here to make sure that she still liked him being that they had a huge summer break without any time for cultivating the relationship. But he couldn't say that out loud, y'know? He'd sound like a try-hard. And Professor Moxley probably had no clue that he was trying to brown-nose his way into her favorites. Ahem. Totally had no idea, 'cause Zander is so totally casual. Totally.

"Well, I was just in the kitchens to get a snack, when the house elves offered me the entire plate of brownies!" Lie. He actually asked them to make him an entire plate of brownies. But she didn't have to know that small detail as it was irrelevant and counterproductive. "And here I was thinking I couldn't finish them all on my own, y'know?" Yes, yes he had rehearsed these lines. "So I thought I'd come and share 'em with one of my favorite Professors," INSERT HUGE, BUT INNOCENT SMILE HERE. Was it working?

Also, she had seen his OWL score, right? 'Cause it was one of his better ones and he REALLY needed someone to acknowledge how well it went. MHM. Important things. Also, he'd find a way to bridge the conversation and talk about summer or something. Old people loved it when you asked about that. Zander was sure.

Moxley was buying none of this not being able to finish a plate full of brownies business. The kid was a growing boy! A Gryffindor, no less. Surely he could manage them on his own but she wasn't going to let on that she knew as much, oh no. Meredith Moxley never turned down brownies!

"Why don't we take those into my office and you can catch me up on your summer, hm?" Moxley smiled and headed towards the door, beckoning for him to follow. They could chat and eat, then she wouldn't feel as bad about encouraging the kid's quest for favoritism.

As promised even though it was a little late (later) than she had planned. But never the less she was here now. Just back from the kitchen where she had just made a fresh batch of her famous cinnamon rolls. She was finally heading to Professor Moxley's Office for a little vist. (Food included) The smell of the Cinnamon rollsin her nose as she headed to the first floor carrying a pan of the cinnamon rolls. She was surprised that she didn't have people following her around. The smell of this batch of Cinnamon rolls was extra yummy. They even looked decious. She was very tempted to dig into these and get one and eat it right now.

But she had to resist for just a little longer. She got closer to the professors office. She got to the waiting area. Merlin this place was nice. She look around, the sixth year really liked Professor Moxley's style. Sweet. She sat the pan down on the table. She went over to the door and knocked. Stepping back away from the door, she waited patiently for a answer. Eyeing the cinnamon rolls, she was making sure that no got them besides her and Professor Moxley.

Hearing a knock on her office door, Moxley perked up and hurried to open it. She'd been having a lot of visitors lately and she just hoped the other professors were aware of how beloved she was by all the students. ALL of them. Heh.

Something smelled delicious, that was the first thing the brunette noted when she poked her head out of her office. Luckily that something seemed to be within her grasp as Ms. Bayless was holding a pan full of deliciousness and had been the one who knocked. Was she here to share? Moxley loved sharing and she loved food so she was all about this.

"Hello there! What can I do for you today?"

The sixth year was super excited about this. She had bought cinnamon rolls to a few other professors, so Moxley was one of the select few that had had her famous cinnamon rolls. She should feel privileged. Hehe. She waited patiently for the professor to answer her door. Or maybe she wasn't there.

Oh, Maybe she was. A smile crept up on her face as the door came open and she spotted the professor. "Hey, professor Moxley!" She was there. Good the cinnamon rolls were still very hot, it wasn't burning her hands because she had charmed the pan. I've been promising to stop by,you know. And I thought you would enjoy some of these." She held out the pan of cinnamon rolls. See Yummy things for cool professors, Who needed apples when Cinna, bought cinnamon rolls. And no she didn't make cinnamon rolls because of her name. Or was it, who knew.

YES!

The cinnamon rolls were for her and Moxley's smile reflected how excited she was about this news. She appreciated visits from her students but the food, well that was a cherry on top of the proverbial sundae and she couldn't wait to try out the Gryffindor's cooking.

"Why don't you step into my office and we can enjoy them together, yeah? I've got some tea ready so we could have that too. Come along!" Meredith motioned with her head and then bounced back into her office, expecting Cinnamon to follow. She did have the delicious food in hand, after all.

Carrying his school bag with him, the strap slung across his shoulder, Toby entered the waiting area outside of Professor Moxley's office and immediately went ahead and knocked on the door. He'd not stopped by for a visit in quite a long while, but just as he'd done the first time he dropped by (on request, that time), Toby stepped back in order to get a proper look at the clocks that decorated the wall.

They were still just as mesmerising as ever. Like, just by the way. Toby gripped the strap of his school bag and looked from clock to clock to clock. And then, just out of habit, he checked the time on the watch he wore on his wrist, the one he got from Ella when he became of age.

Just to be sure. Y'know. Of the time. The clock collection made him want to constantly check.

Moxley had been writing a mushy gushy letter to that husband of hers when she heard a knock on the door. The brunette took a moment to hastily add in a line about him making sure to give their daughter extra hugs on her behalf before setting her pen down and making her way out into her waiting area. One of her many admirers had come to visit, lucky her.

"Hello, Tobias! Lovely day, isn't it?" Moxley took up the spot next to the Hufflepuff and admired her clocks, head tilted to the side. Mesmerizing indeed.

Even someone as unobservant as Toby couldn't have missed the sound of the door opening and Moxley's cheerful greeting (well... okay, that was a lie, but he was all tuned in and stuff today), and the Hufflepuff spared a moment to look at the professor and smile. "Hi, Professor." He nodded, then drew his eyes back to the clocks, unable to look away for too long, apparently. "Uh-huh. Super lovely."

... How many clocks were up there again? Toby squinted, then started trying to count them again, before remembering he was now STOOD next to the person he'd come to SEE and it would be rude to get caught up in something else. He blinked and turned to look at Moxley properly, big grin plastered on his face. "I came to see you!"

They call me Captain Obvious.

Meredith chuckled and a smile followed shortly after. "And here I thought you were going to try and run away with my clocks!" Kidding, she was. Things were stuck on that wall until she said otherwise! Thank you, magic. "No but really, I'm happy you stopped by! Why don't we step into my office?" Less distracting in there.

...Only shelves and shelves of muggle artifacts to look at.

After motioning with her head to her open door, the brunette turned on her heel and headed that way.