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Paul quite agreed with the sentiments. A spinning or rolling chair with wheels might be better. "But wouldn't that ruin the.....feel of my office?" Paul LIKED his wicker chairs. Hmph.

He thought for a minute. "I suppose you could read it, m'boy. And if you hate it...well...wouldn't that be unlucky." He chuckled. "It's already been well received by the community, though, so....even if you hate it, I'll be okay. But I'd love it if you did a review...it'd be truly wonderful--and yes--we DO have a newspaper--I actually am working with Mr. Kitridge as one of the advisors for it!" He was excited because the Quill had been around when he was at school...well...had it? He couldn't actually remember that far back...

OOPS?

"I plan on getting some eventually. It's easy enough to get them to fit into the budget, yes." He was aware of the process, Mr. Truebridge. "I may even teach a few lessons on cross-breeds. Who knows! Life's a book here, isn't it?!" He smiled at what he apparently thought was a really wise thing to say--but indeed, PAUL'S life was a book still being written, at least for him, and teaching at Hogwarts was sure to be one heck of an interesting chapter in it.

"The feel of your office?" Davie tilted his head at that puzzling phrase. How could an office have a feel? Or feelings? It was an inanimate object, was it not? "I think your office would feel fine with it, because you'd be feeling happier being able to spin around, and uh, uh then your office would be permeated with these happy feelings...." So, in conclusion, just buy a spinny chair already.

How could Davie hate a book? Not possible. He tugged this one, in fact, into his lap, even though it fell with a bit of a thud that made his thighs sting. WORTH IT, because BOOKS. Also, Myers was an adviser for the school paper?! "If it won't be a conflict of interest, sir, I will certainly write a review for you and this book." Davie took reading nonfiction very seriously, so he could be trusted as an authority-expert on the topic of books.

Davie was not pleased with this carefree, who knows? la de dah attitude in regards to Herbology and cross-breed plants, however. It was evident in his face that he wanted Myers to make up his mind about storing some dangerous but useful ones in the greenhouse already. Shaking his hair out of his eyes a bit, Davie sighed. "Is there anything ELSE interesting in the greenhouses right now?"

WOAH, Don't get too excited Professor. You are not as young as you use to be. Don't mess up your back or something over plants. "They are pretty cool" Which is high praise coming from Dante who was indifferent to most things. But then Professor Optimist looked ready to jump from his chair. But didn't.

Well alright then.

"You okay there, Professor?"

The man looked like he had one too many happy potions or magical herbs if you know what Dante means.

Enthusiasm, right. Dante had that in spades. But he was not going to argue. Since the man had years and years of life experience and who could possibly argue with that.

"I will try not too Professor. But i don't even know what i want to do once i leave Hogwarts. So i will try not to think too far ahead."

Plus he was only a fourth year.

Paul was thinking. A spinny-chair would be awesome..but really, it didn't fit in with the rest of the furniture...David made some valid points, though. "I will go catalogue chair hunting this weekend! See what I can find. I'll let you. Maybe let you try it out." He smirked. WASN'T THAT A COOL IDEA, Mr. Truebridge? EH EH EH?

He wondered if having a spinny-chair race against a colleague would be frowned upon....

Ahem.

"I don't think it will be. All I do is make sure the articles are approved and whatnot--appropriate for the Quill, etc. I would greatly appreciate the effort," Paul was smiling a lot...but his heart was so warm at this prospect of a student taking an interest in his research...it was exciting.

Hmm. Paul grabbed his binder where he kept inventory of all the plants in the Greenhouses. "Well...it looks like...hmm. Some Chinese Chomping Cabbage--" Paul kind of liked those, they were cool. "In Greenhouse Two...Greenhouse Three has has some SCREECHSNAPS!" Paul liked those, too. "Four has the most difficult stuff--like Devil's Snare, Venomous Tentacula...I should get some more plants to put in all of the Greenhouses, though. A few of your mother's remaining Gillyweed stuff is there, too." He finished with a firm nod.

Paul snorted and nodded. "I am completely fine, Mr. Barrington--just excited is all--" he needed to check himself before he got too excited and like, had a heart attack or something. "Is there anything else you'd like to see me teach about, perchance?" He asked curiously. "I am open to all ideas."

As long as it wasn't...too outrageous.

"Ahh...you don't know. Well. You're young and you have time. What subjects do you tend to like more?" he crossed his hands atop his lap and peered over at Dante curiously.

"If you are sure"

Dante did not really believe him. But he would let it go. It was better than actually caring and talking about it. Who had the time for that. And oh he wanted opinions on stuff. Well Dante could do that. Now all he had to remember what plants he thought were awesome besides man eating of course.

Let's see.

"Well i think Fanged Geraniums are pretty cool or Chinese Chomping Cabbage."

Both from what Dante had randomly read about Herbology sounded interesting and not too dangerous for his year.

"Well so far i am liking Charms and Transfiguration. But i don't know"

Potions was a no because he could just not concentration in that class and sorry Professor Bright and Shiny. He only had a slight interest in Herbology.

Everything else was meh to him.

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Paul was thinking. A spinny-chair would be awesome..but really, it didn't fit in with the rest of the furniture...David made some valid points, though. "I will go catalogue chair hunting this weekend! See what I can find. I'll let you. Maybe let you try it out." He smirked. WASN'T THAT A COOL IDEA, Mr. Truebridge? EH EH EH?

He wondered if having a spinny-chair race against a colleague would be frowned upon....

Ahem.

"I don't think it will be. All I do is make sure the articles are approved and whatnot--appropriate for the Quill, etc. I would greatly appreciate the effort," Paul was smiling a lot...but his heart was so warm at this prospect of a student taking an interest in his research...it was exciting.

Hmm. Paul grabbed his binder where he kept inventory of all the plants in the Greenhouses. "Well...it looks like...hmm. Some Chinese Chomping Cabbage--" Paul kind of liked those, they were cool. "In Greenhouse Two...Greenhouse Three has has some SCREECHSNAPS!" Paul liked those, too. "Four has the most difficult stuff--like Devil's Snare, Venomous Tentacula...I should get some more plants to put in all of the Greenhouses, though. A few of your mother's remaining Gillyweed stuff is there, too." He finished with a firm nod.

He was going to take Davie's suggestion into consideration! That was pretty cool, for a professor. "Alright," Davie nodded sagely. Sounded like a good plan, Stan. The first year also approved of the way Myers was going to handle his article idea. "I will do this for you, sir," he answered very seriously. "I look forward to the challenge." He could have this book and read and written up in a matter of weeks days if he got ambitious enough about it.

The Chinese Chomping Cabbage... blah, that was just a vegetable, not a hybrid or crossbreed. Davie might have wrinkled his nose a little. Oh, so greenhouse FOUR held all the interesting ones? Eh? His ears were listening now, certainly, and Davie liked that some of his mother's famous gillyweed was still in a greenhouse.

"Okay, I guess there's some good things out there..." He offered the professor a small smile. "You really don't mind my borrowing your book?"

So Hogwarts was a wreck back in the day too? 'Cause Myers was like PREHISTORIC or something. Okay, maybe that was dramatic. But the dude was OLD. Interesting. Zander let out a thoughtful hum. But guess somethings just never change, huh? "Uh, no offense Professor... But that's kind of a lot to hope for... There's never a calm, relaxed year at Hogwarts," it was only the truth. And if the man hadn't just told Zander that he was an alumni himself, Zander would've assumed he was new. Though, he was pretty sure the Headmistress used to say something about hopes for a 'quiet year' during her speeches at the beginning of the term. So maybe being optimistic was like a requirement or something.

"Well you've passed most of my tests, sir," he nodded. But he'd just have to wait until the first lesson to see how he did overall. 'Cause the interrogation was only step one tbh. "Thanks for letting me stop by though," Zander ran a hand through his hair. Man. Talking to Professors was the worst. It's like trying to talk to an ALIEN. "I know there's a train of people waiting to talk to you outside... So I guess that's all I wanted to talk about today, but I've got a few more questions I'll have to ask some other time...If that's cool with you?" He slowly got up from his chair... Could he go now, or did Myers have some interrogation of his own to do? How did this stuff even work?

Paul agreed, and nodded. "Anything with fangs is interesting, especially in the plant world. Plants seem so passive, don't they? Well--ha! Some of them will eat you up for dinner." He chortled at the idea and just tapped his fingers on his desk. He had met with so many students today, talked with so many...it was tiring, but a good experience. He'd probably need a nap after this...or something.

"Charms and Transfiguration are good, and important, too." He said with a nod. "You'll have a niche eventually."

Now, he yawned. "Is there anything else you'd like to know or ask or just chat about?" He could go for..another half hour if needed.



Paul smirked. "You must be a Ravenclaw." He squinted at the kid's robes....colors....they all ran into each other later. His eyesight..maybe he needed glasses. "I was a Ravenclaw." He always got such surprised faces when he revealed that tidbit about himself. He wondered what house people thought he should be in???? Hmm.

"There are...and I plan on getting more--" he opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a notepad. "I have a list here--well, I'm STARTING a list here--anything you'd like to see?" He'd do his best to take suggestions from students about the plants...even about stuff they might want to cover. After all, he was teaching for them, not for himself. "And no, of course not! I have plenty other copies--at home, of course, but I have them." And his parents also had copies, too. So there, no big deal, Mr. Truebridge.



Paul just......smiled. "Well. Maybe..a calm and relaxed year..for Hogwarts? Eh? We can always try." It did seem there was always something going on...the Prophet in the last year...just a FIELD day with Hogwarts' coverage.

Haha! Most of his times! Bless him! Paul laughed at that. "Most of them! Well bring on the other ones, I'm ready, Mister Adair!" he said good-naturedly. As the boy stood up, so did Paul, and he started towards Zander, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Stop by any time...make appointment with me for whenever...and wherever. I'm happy to leave my office for...a chat. I do enjoy being outside." His smile was warm, and he pat Zander's shoulder once before gesturing at the door. "After you--and yes--a train of people that I must attend to--" He sighed. Students were so eager....it was refreshing...

He was tired.

Plants really did seem passive. Most just stood there waiting to be watered or have sunlight on them. So when they fight back or something it was awesome. Well as long as it was not you getting eaten or anything. That would not be good.

"Well getting eaten would put a damper on Herbology class and yeah that the hope after all to find a niche"

He hoped he would find a niche eventually. But for now whatever.

"Nope that is it. I will see you in class Professor"

Dante said getting up and edging towards the door.

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Paul smirked. "You must be a Ravenclaw." He squinted at the kid's robes....colors....they all ran into each other later. His eyesight..maybe he needed glasses. "I was a Ravenclaw." He always got such surprised faces when he revealed that tidbit about himself. He wondered what house people thought he should be in???? Hmm.

"There are...and I plan on getting more--" he opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a notepad. "I have a list here--well, I'm STARTING a list here--anything you'd like to see?" He'd do his best to take suggestions from students about the plants...even about stuff they might want to cover. After all, he was teaching for them, not for himself. "And no, of course not! I have plenty other copies--at home, of course, but I have them." And his parents also had copies, too. So there, no big deal, Mr. Truebridge.

A Ravenclaw! "Of course I am!" Davie replied proudly, tugging his robe up so the professor could see the blue badge on it. Maybe he couldn't see because he was so old. "You were??" This was a little bit surprising, since he seemed mellow enough to be a Hufflepuff, but Davie approved.

And if he was asking for suggestions, naturally he would chime in on a few! "The umbrella vinora," Davie answered immediately. "And similar vine ones like that? Any plants that eat like flies and stuff, those ones are really cool."

He carefully packed the big textbook up in his messenger bag, nodding all the while. Okey dokey, his first out-of-class assignment! School was cool. Davie got up to go, then. "Thanks, professor. It was nice meeting to you."

The Gryffindor unconsciously raised his brows, he was skeptical. A calm and relaxed year for Hogwarts was very unrealistic. And being the normal unrealistic person Zander tended to be, even he saw that. But still he nodded. "Guess so, sir," ... They could try. Though uh, trial or not, Hogwarts always had a way of pulling one over on you. It was a lesson Zander had learnt the hard way... Several times.

"I will, sir," But for now, Zander needed food. Or sleep. Or... Well he needed something and he was sure he couldn't get it in this office. Plus he was almost a little disappointed that Myers hadn't turned out to be totally evil. Bummer. Zander could've saved the school starting day one. "Thanks for having me, Professor," and with that, he walked out the door.

Professor Myers was a nice guy.

... Almost TOO nice.

Nah. Who was he kidding the man was a total teddy bear. No threat there.

Paul nodded. "You will, don't be discouraged, m'boy!" he smiled and waved and stood up to let the boy out. He seemed like a..nice kid who didn't know where he was going quite yet. But that was okay, he was young! He had all the time in the world.

"Yes, I'll be seeing you in class, Mr. Barrington!" and he waved the kid out cheerfully.

Time to relax?! No--did he spot--someone else? no..no one else. Thank Merlin. He was tired.

Paul nodded. "I was--I know, many people think I was a Hufflepuff! Huh! I would never think that--" Right, because that was the CRAZIEST thought ever, Paul, really. The man was unaware of his Hufflepuff vibes.

"OOOH. Umbrella...vinora...those are fascinating. And anything that EATS things...well...yes." He nodded. "I'd probably put them in the older Greenhouses, the ones with more dangerous plants, but yes. I should order all of them soon--so I can have the shipments in time for later classes." Getting new plants was always so exciting.

"It was lovely to meet you too, m'boy! Enjoy your day!" And now...for the LINE of students outside his door O_O

Professor Myers led Mr. Adair to the door and was all smiley, yet yawny, as he opened the door. "I'll see you in class--and--I've lots of great things about you. I think you'll make a great head boy...even if I don't know you very well. You seem to have...good character."

He smiled and hoped his words of encouragement would be nice for the boy to hear.

Oh, right. There he was, then, so there was no reason for Daxton to leave. He did not respond to the greeting - though he did wonder exactly why he called him 'm'boy', when Daxton was not anyone's boy - and just went right on into the office.

Of course, the first thing he noticed was the vast array of books at the back of the office, and he headed straight for them, as he had done upon entering Dakest's office. Books. Books were good. Books were Daxton's favourite thing. Books held precedence always.

Pushing his hair off his face, Daxton rubbed at his eyes (they were still stinging from his proximity to the plants in the greenhouse) and scanned the books on the shelves. It might have seemed as though he had forgotten about the presence of Myers, but no. Daxton was hyperaware of where exactly he was in the room, to make up for turning his back on the office in favour of the books.

Paul didn't pay Daxton much mind as he placed his gloves in a box that was near the window of his office. He wiped his forehead, which was beaded with anxious sweat, and could feel his heart pounding. Class was over, though. He could calm down.

"You can look at any of them--take any of them as long as you return them--I don't mind--" he said with a small smile as he started to make himself some tea. "Do you want anything to drink? I have tea..hot chocolate...water...coffee? But I doubt you would want coffee..." not a boy of his age, anyways.

Paul missed his dog. He really needed to ask Botros about it...for next term.

"You don't have to sit if you don't want to." As he waited for the tea to finish, he pulled out a parchment and a quill, setting it on the side of his desk. "And..if you prefer writing to talking...there's that."

Even as Daxton listened to Myers clattering around in the background, doing whatever it was he was doing, the first year kept scanning the books on the shelves, looking for something that particularly caught his attention. Impossible, of course, as they all caught his attention in an almost overwhelming way. Overwhelming, that was, until he heard Myers tell him he could... take any of them. And bring them back, that too, and of course Daxton would. He may have been a thief, but he was an intelligent thief.

He shook his head at the offer of a drink, and looked closely at the titles of the books in front of him, eventually reaching out and carefully pulling out a hefty looking tome. After considering it for a moment, and then taking the book next to it too, Daxton moved back to what he assumed was the 'student side' of the desk, and did indeed sit. It had been a long day, a long lesson, and sitting down was exactly what he wanted to do.

After a short while inspecting the chosen books, Daxton looked up again at Myers, back to wondering exactly why it had been requested he visit the office. The Ravenclaw's gaze drifted to the parchment and quill for just a moment, then back to Myers, avoiding looking him in the eye, and then finally around the whole room, as he began to catalogue every possible detail in his memory.

Paul poured himself the tea and went to sit--more like SINK--into the chair behind his desk. His feet hurt...and he was glad to be out of the stink of manure. He had gotten used to it after teaching all day...but now that he was in his nice-smelling office, he could...he was relaxed. Partially sleepy.

He yawned.

"Ahh...good choice, m'boy. That will keep you busy for a few days..." he smiled and sipped his warm drink. "You'll enjoy it." More tea-sipping. Paul followed Daxton's gaze...and found the lack of talking...well...it was quiet, peaceful, harmonious.

"Well, I asked you to have a chat with me, Mr. Prince, because I...am aware that you don't like to talk much." He paused for a few seconds. "It's perfectly fine. However--I don't want you to feel like...you can't communicate with me...or others for that matter. I would feel...awful if I misinterpreted something...or...just couldn't talk to you." He hoped he was making sense? "I can...accommodate you in whatever way you need, Daxton. You just have to tell me...what you need." DID HE MAKE SENSE?

Hugo didn't knew there could be that many type of plants in the world and some of them looked alike, he could only tell apart flowers, trees and grass. Because yeah they were literally diffferent. The boy jumped slightly at the sound of Myer's voice. Oh, there he was. He put back the magazine, "What's up, professor?" greeted and walked into the office.

He sat down. So..."The furniture in the waiting room...it isn't going to do anything, right?" he had trust issues.

Paul took a seat and closed his journal. It wasn't...much like a diary. It was more of a ....daily reflection on the self. But he did sip his tea and peered over at Hugo curiously. What was up...Paul looked at the ceiling. "What IS up, Mr. Foster, but the perception of 'skyward' that we've learned to view the world? What if up was down--and down was truly up? And sometimes I wonder--if direction even really matters at all. We're all hanging in space, really..." he said mysteriously, before smirking as he looked back over at Hugo.

Hehehe. Oh, Myers loved to joke with himself, even if.....no one else found him very funny. Milton would have smacked his head with newspaper for such a WEIRD answer to that question.

"Naaahhh. The chairs are just...chairs, m'boy." He chuckled. "So...what can I do for you?"

Alriiiiiiiiiight.

From ALL the answers Hugo had gotten after his greeting this was the most unexpected and weird one. Man, he even won to Dakest's riddle last term. Well done, Myers.

Hugo looked at him puzzled, not knowing how to answer but after a few seconds he said, "Wouldn't that be part of the perspective of each one? Your down can be my up and viceversa" it was something to think for a while. He wondered why the professors couldn't give him a simple answer like 'I'm good, you?'. "But what I meant with that was: How are you?" just so he knew. At this point Hugo didn't mind those types of answers.

Good. Chairs weren't going to eat him. "Well...actually I didn’t came here with an specific question. I just wanted to talk to…someone " he shrugged and made a quick pause "Professor, why did you liked Herbology? Did you study here as well? "

HA!

The look on young Hugo's face right now! It amused Paul to no end! He smirked smugly, thinking that his answer was SO OUT THERE that Hugo didn't even know what to say HA! But the boy's answer was cool, too. Myers nodded.

"Yes, I believe so, Mr. Foster. I think so." He sipped his tea. "Would you like anything to drink? I also have some chocolate biscuits if you would like..." up in his cabinet with the rest of his hidden snacks.

Hehehehe. "Yes...I knew what you meant. I was just messing with you, though. I'm fine today. Very reflective feeling, though, and meditative. I had to have my partner send me my yoga mat...I missed the feeling of being...whole." Whatever the heck that mean, it made sense to Paul. He sipped his tea with a rather serene smile on his face.

Well, Mr. Foster was welcome to come talk at any time. All of his students were. Paul hoped they WOULD come talk to him more, about anything, too. He loved their company. He truly did. Maybe Mr. Bronwyn's company was...a little harder to love, but Paul would encourage it regardless. "I did come here, Mr. Foster. I was a Ravenclaw, though..." he beamed proudly. "I was always good at Herbology. It started with a mere love of caring for a garden...and blossomed, if you will, into a true and deep appreciation for all plant life and the subject of Herbology. Do you like Herbology, m'boy? You can honest." He smiled. "I know it is not a subject for all."

The fact that this professor seemed to think that he could make a judgement call on what Daxton would or would not like was very strange, very suspicious. Daxton did not for one moment believe that the man knew anything about him - other than the most basic information that all of his teachers probably knew - let alone enough to know what he would like. There were few, if any, people in this school with that sort of information at their disposal, and the Ravenclaw liked to keep it that way.

Eventually, he decided he had looked around the office for long enough, and brought his gaze back to rest upon Professor Myers. There had been a lengthy silence since the man had last finished talking, as Daxton could not write and observe the room at the same time, but now he had the opportunity to respond.

And yet he remained silent and still for a few moments longer, regarding the man that sat before him, his thumb running along the corner of the pages of the book he now held, causing them to make that satisfying 'flrrrrp' sound.

'Don't like to talk much' was a fair enough observation, but wrong. The fact of the matter was that at the moment, Daxton quite frankly could not talk. Physically, yes, he had the capability and all the necessary components that made speech possible, he had the vocabulary - and an extensive one at that - and he had managed to speak, however seldom, in the past. But he just... could not. It was difficult to say whether or not he liked to do something when he literally could not even force himself to do it. But... okay. Whatever.

Of course, it did make communication difficult, no matter what anyone wanted, no matter what Myers wanted, or any of the teachers, or Daxton's mother, or Daxton himself... though generally speaking, he was quite content with his isolated life. Sometimes it got frustrating, but he had learnt to stop caring so much, learnt to be okay on his own, and a lack of desire for any real friends made it incredibly easy. Similarly, he had learnt to solve his own problems. If he ever really wanted to communicate with another person, he always had his notebook, or a small selection of people who understood sign language.

These were the things Daxton considered as he mulled over all that Myers had to say. He had not forgotten the man's last sentence, either, the wording of which was always something that brought about something close to defensiveness in the boy. With that in mind, he reached into a pocket and pulled out a regular non-magical pen (he never used a quill unless absolutely necessary... which was never) and leaned across to pull the parchment closer. Daxton took only a moment to neatly print his response on the coarse paper, then pushed it forward for Myers to read, looking up in his general direction with his usual impassive expression etched firmly into his features.

'I do not need anything from anyone.'

Need. Always that word, need. Being accused of needing something was about as bad as being accused of asking for help, of needing help. As far as Daxton was concerned, he, at the grand age of twelve, was too independent, too self-reliant, for either of those things.

The boy was so hard to read. Paul disliked it quite a bit, not for anyone's self gratification but his own, though. He was so into helping people, always, so determined to be nice and kind and understanding, that he sometimes forgot...that some people want to be left alone, not understood. Myers meant well, perhaps.

Paul read the words and nodded, sipping his tea calmly. "Do you WANT anything from anyone, then? From me? I'd like to hear what you have to say in class, you know...you can always write things down and show them to me...I'm not opposed to that. There also miniature little dry-erase boards that people carry around--" he shrugged. "I don't know. I'm sorry, m'boy, for intruding. I just....feel a little bad about not ever knowing what you want in class...or what you have to contribute..." He was doing his best to sound as genuine as he felt.

Because he did feel bad. And he wanted to help and make things easier for Mr. Prince...as easy as they could be, without making him feel uncomfortable. He wasn't even thinking about Daxton's...issues he would have with long-term magic, of course, because he taught Herbology. Magic was present and needed, but...not always in a waving the wand kind of way.

It shouldn't be a surprise anymore but Yoongi still looked surprised when a Professor he visited was not in their office. He sometimes forgot that they had social lives as well and weren't locked in their offices after class grading homework and such.

Before he could say anything, the Gryffindor walked past the man holding the door open and went in to the office. And he was surprised yet again at how it looked like. Especially the big bookcase caught him by surprise. "This is not how i imagined it" he said as he looked around the room. He had expected the bookcase to have plants and flowers in it...not... books.

After looking around, Yoongi decided to pay attention to the Professor as he suddenly remembered how out of breath he had been. "Are you ok though, Sir?" he was only mildly concerned though. "You should train if your condition is that bad" He knew what it was like. Only last year he had the worst condition. Until the spiders attacked and he had to run away run for help. Merlin's beard it nearly gotten him killed... so thats why he had been working out over the summer and at school.

Yoongi suddenly smiled and ran a hand through his bright red dyed hair"Though i'm super late and i'm not sick anymore, i hope the offer of tea still stands?"

The comment made Paul chuckled. "Well, what DID you expect, m'boy?" he asked as he shuffled towards his shelves, opening a cabinet to rummage around for some tea. Where was the kind he wanted....hmmm....

Well then.

There it was! The tea he wanted! Standing up straight, he nodded, still breathing heavily, but he was fine. "I just...didn't want you waiting TOO long so I ran here as quickly as I could! I should get back into jogging again, though..." for his health. With Milton not around much to keep him in shape..he had a bit of a gut now.

Sigh.

"Indeed, it does! Please, Yoongi, have a seat." He gestured at one of the wicker chairs in front of his desk. He waved his wand, and soft, calming music began to play in the background. Not enough to distract Paul, but enough to set his heart at ease. "How strong do you like your tea?"

Walking over to one of the wicker chairs in front of the desk, Yoongi sat down and placed the side of his right shoe'd feet on his left knee as he leaned back. "Well, i hadn't expected a giant bookcase to be there" he nodded in that direction. "Have you read all of them or are they just decoration, Sir?" he asked curiously. "And also, for some strange reason that i don't know why but i thought there would be more blue....like how the Potions classroom is. Soft blue, calming light." he shrugged. "But i did expect the temperature" he laughed. Working in Greenhouses all day he probably got used to the warmth.

Curiously looking at the back of a photo frame on the desk while the Professor was trying to find the tea, Yoongi wondered if his family was on it. But before he could ask the man was talking and he closed his mouth. "You...ran here cause you didn't want me to wait too long?" this made him laugh again. "Thanks Sir! my own parents won't even run for me , they'll be like 'we get there when we get there' " he chuckled at the thought. "Why not ask Professor Culloden to be your jogging partner? i mean, he had written down that he wanted to exercise more" Oh right, tea. "Strong, no sugar please"

He did look surprised when soft music started to play out of nowhere and the Gryffindor looked around to find its source.

Paul moved to where his tea kettle was, on the windowsill, and leaned against the wall next to it. He crossed his arms and chuckled. "These are my collections...I've read them all, yes...well some of them merely skimmed, I'll be honest. But they're from when I was in University...undergraduate and my graduate level programs...colleagues who have written books...and other various things..." he shrugged. "I've lent out a few...you're welcome to browse and look at any, if you like. Most of them are plant related." He even had some muggle scholars' works amongst the shelves.

Once again, Myers laughed. "Blue? Nope. I wanted my office to feel warm and welcoming, cozy..." and he thought it was all those things! The tea finished, and Paul poured some into two teacups, added sugar and cream to his own, and nothing to Yoongi's. He stepped towards his desk with a gentle stride, humming to the music in a calm, collected way as he pushed the teacup towards Yoongi. "Here you go, Mr. Hyland."

Paul practically fell into his chair with a OOF sound, and smiled. "I...I would hate for you to have to wait though. It's not in my character to keep people on waiting on me...and I wouldn't expect to wait too long for someone else. It's all about being professional, m'boy." He nodded. "And I did not know he jogged...hm. I'll see. I suppose it's not too late in the year to start, then?" he asked, taking a sip of his tea and sighing in satisfaction.