That answer. Hugo wondered what other thoughts Myers had. He was interesting. Mhm. He grinned at the mention of food, "Yes, chocolate biscuits sounds good" food was good, that was all.

He listened to the professor, which only made him wonder what was he talking. Being whole? "That is weird. I think yoga is a bit hard, I mean, I don't know how am I suppose to feel relax while staying in those positions" he tried once thanks to his sister but he wasn't thinking of trying again. Nope.

"I think it's interesting. Especially that Venus plant" he nodded "How can it eat?" asked curiously. So, Myers was a Ravenclaw, he actually thought he was a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. "I guess you knew right away that you wanted to be an herbologist then, so you can say that was the meaning of your life?" he was getting very deep. "Have you heard that question? 'What's the meaning of life?' What do you think it's the answer? Or maybe there isn't"

Or maybe he should stop talking.

“You were an University Professor?” he looked at the books in front of him with an impressed expression. “Why did you come here then? I mean, doesn’t an university pay better?” he asked. Yoongi was also impressed that the man had read nearly all of these books as he hadn’t thought of him as a reader. Strange how the first impression of someone was usually totally different from how they really were. “Also, why Hogwarts? It’s only my second year here and I’ve already been nearly killed” Though he had to admit that this year went pretty smoothly. Was the previous Headmistress cursed or something? Or did the new Headmaster use runic spells to protect them all?

At the mention of that he could browse through the books his cheeks flushed. “Uh…no thank you, I uh… don’t like reading or plants” he cleared his throat. Had he just said that he didn’t like plants in front of the Herbology Professor? Merlin’s Beard he was not going far in life if he kept his honesty up. “I also refused a book that Professor Dakest wanted to lend me though…so..yeah” he said awkwardly because he didn’t want the man to think he was only refusing his stuff. Nope, not at all, just books in general. Unless they were comic books.

He was glad when the teacup was pushed towards him and he took it in his hands, taking a sip. Nearly burned his tongue and sat it back down on the desk. “Which flavour is this?” he asked, nodding to the teacup.

When the Professor practically fell into his chair, Yoongi had to grab the cup again to take another sip to hide his laugh. When he was sure he wasn’t going to, he lowered it but kept it in his hands. “I actually admire that trait” he smiled. “Maybe because I don’t have it…” he didn’t like to be kept waiting… but when others had to wait for him they simply had to wait longer. It was a bad trait, he knew but what could he do? It’s who he is.

“Well, I don’t know about jogging…there was this long term activity list on the Potions board and one of them was getting the Professor in to doing sports” he shrugged his shoulders. “And it’s better to start in the spring than winter…cause snow and cold and sickness and eww..you know Sir?” he drank his tea know until he finished it and placed it on the desk. “At least , I prefer working out outside but it’s different for everyone I guess”
It was funny how he went from 'ewww sweat!' to 'i haven't taken a walk today' in a matter of a year.

Paul summoned the tin of chocolate biscuits and opened the lid to hold them out to Hugo. "Take as many as you want." He smiled. He took one himself and bit into it, delighted at how good they were. He couldn't remember where he'd exactly gotten them, either, but he supposed whoever had given them to him had excellent taste.

"Ahh. I...find it relaxing. But beginning is the hardest part...especially if you're not used to breathing in such a structure, controlled way...or folding into different positions." He could see why it didn't appeal to the masses. He sipped his tea and listened to the boy chatter on and on....

He loved it.

It was nice to have someone to talk to. And not just his fellow staff, either, because some of them seemed busy all the time. And Paul was out here...on the grounds...kind of isolated. He DID have the very handsome groundskeeper, who was nice and friendly enough, hehe.

"Well you see...the Venus Flytrap has these little hairs on the inside--" he glanced over his shoulder at his bookshelf. "And when a bug...insect, whatever...touches one of these hairs, it closes on its prey." He smirked a little but. What a wonderful plant it was. He knew it was one of the more...interesting plants people were interested in.

Hehehe.

The question made Paul chuckle. "I mean..I would say the meaning of life is more....I am not only here to serve as a Herbologist. I have a partner--" he turned the picture of Milton around, "And I...I don't know. I enjoy teaching more than any of my previous jobs," He said with a shrug. "And I think there is a different answer for each one of us, Hugo." He sipped his tea as his gaze was back on the young Slytherin.



"Well, I was...a very long time ago. I went to University--" and Paul leaned forward, as if telling a very exciting story, "And I graduated undergrad...and went on to more school...and then decided to teach at that level BUT--" he sighed. "I just didn't enjoy it very much. Not enough time to experiment or explore--do my OWN studies--" he shrugged. "And my band! I needed time for my band." So alas, university professor-ing was not his thing. "And Milton and I moved to Italy shortly thereafter...I had just been doing my own thing when...I realized I was bored and Hogwarts had the position open...and so here I am." He grinned gestured at the picture on his desk...which wasn't facing Yoongi, but yeah.

So, Yoongi didn't like plants, did he? Paul pretended to be displeased. He frowned, leaned back in his chair, and sighed. "I am so sad now, Mr. Hyland. I thought you loved Herbology....and to think...you had such a knack for it." Paul was no idiot. He knew when students weren't a fan of his class. However, Paul did not want Yoongi to feel TOO bad, so he finally chuckled and sipped his tea. "I'm kidding. I know." He shrugged.

"It is rooibos tea..." he nodded and sipped it again. "I think you could have it if you wanted to...for certain people." He smirked. Ahem. AHEM.

Yoongi was very chatty today. He supposed he didn't mind...since he had literally come just to chat. And Paul wasn't doing anything better. He loved talking to people....sigh. "I suppose you have a point...now would be a great time to start jogging again...since it's slowly getting warmer outside and the weather is nice. At least it's no longer snowing." It hadn't snowed in forever, thank Merlin. "I learned just how cold it gets in here during the winter..." he chuckled. Good thing he had a fireplace for fire! Warmth! Coziness.

………He sure loved school didn’t he? Yoongi pretended to be interested in his story as he looked very excited while telling it. He even leaned forward as if he had been waiting for ages for someone to ask him those questions! The Gryffindor nodded at the right times but when he heard that the Professor had been in a band he suddenly REALLY listened. “You were?” he asked. “That is SO COOL, you know that Sir?” he looked even more impressed right now because he ALSO didn’t pick him out to have a band. “Which position were you? You look like a piano player…” he said, scratching his chin , oh gosh he had to remember to shave tonight. He preferred a smooth face so everyone could see it~

Vaguely wondering who this Milton guy was, he had seen him looking at the picture on his desk, which he couldn’t see but now that he too was looking he thought it was the perfect timing to ask this “Your wife and kids on there?” he smiled. Every office had a picture like that right?

When the Professor leaned back in his chair and frowned at him, Yoongi knew he had done the wrong thing. He looked down to stare at the desk which was very interesting suddenly. “I’m sor—“ why was he chuckling? He wasn’t angry? Looking up, the sixth year frowned as he heard he had just been kidding. How on earth had he fallen for that lame joke?! HE used it on others as well. “I do agree I have a knack for Herbology. I’m not just beauty I’m brains as well” he laughed. “I’ve always wanted to say that”

So the tea flavour was rooibos tea? Maybe he should ask his mother to buy him some because he quite liked the taste of it. But then the Professor offered it to him and he stared dumbly. “Certain people?” he looked utterly confused right now. “I’m…. not sure I follow, Sir…” apparently he was more beauty than brains siiiigh.

“I always have a point, Sir. I’m …pointful …” he frowned. “I just made up a word didn’t i?” he shrugged. He then laughed at what he said about the cold at Hogwarts. “Not a fan of snow as well?”

"I was? No! I still AM--" Paul gestured at the corner of his office where his banjo was in its case, comfy and cozy and safe. "I play the banjo. We're a blue grass band." Did Yoongi know what blue grass was?! "We...ha! Named ourselves Blue Grasse--" he spelled it aloud, though, to show Yoongi the difference. It was all quite ridiculous, really, and Paul found it all absolutely HILARIOUS. "And nooooo no...I was telling someone--Adi? Paulina? That I WISH I could play piano. Someone needs to teach me. Do YOU know how to play?" he asked.

But the chuckling faded, and Paul's face turned a little pink at the boy's question. Merlin, this wasn't the first time a student had done this. "I--well, m'boy, Milton is my partner. Essentially, he's my husband." Gosh, way to assume, Yoongi..."So...no wife. Or kids." He smiled a little and sipped his tea, trying not to feel uncomfortable...again....but alas, couldn't NOT feel it.

Beauty and brains. Heh. Paul felt a little more at ease again, and just nodded. "Yes, you're beauty and grace. You're Miss United States." Hehehehe. Muggles were funny and made up funny things sometimes, especially American muggles. Did Yoongi get that reference?

"I was referring to you....being okay with making people wait. I'm sure one day you'll find someone you trip over yourself for...or a group of people..." he shrugged. That was just his opinion, though. "And no...snow is not...no. I hate snow. It's terrible. And cold." Hadn't that thing happened with Hogwarts a few terms back? Snow for...a large portion of the year? He was glad he had been nice and comfortable back home at that point...and not HERE.

Yoongi raised one eyebrow perfectly as the Professor began to spell out his band’s name. Blue Grasse? For real? “I has a nice ring to it” he said, although he had no clue what kind of music Blue Grass was. “Can you play some? I never heard a banjo before” come oooon? If he could play the piano? “I can play twinkle twinkle little star, you know that song Sir? It’s a muggle song but that’s about it” no musical talent in this kid. Plus he only knew the first few notes but he wasn’t going to tell that.

He had seen that the Professor got a bit uncomfortable after he had asked him about his family. And he felt a little bit bad about that but he was mostly more curious now because who had that kind of reaction when it came to family? Unless he didn’t have one and he was really lonely and he had made him upset…nuuuuh~ And then the answer came and Yoongi looked surprised. Not shocked but just surprised. “I thought it were your wife or kids, sorry my mistake” he suddenly leaned a bit forward as he stared at the man. “How’d you two meet?” he asked, curiosity was definitely in his tone and eyes.

Glad that he looked a little more at ease again and even making jokes again, Yoongi laughed at the Miss United States thing and stood up from his chair, grabbed the cup of tea , holding it like a trophy and with his other hand he let his phoenix feathered wand fall in his hand and non-verbally transfigured a bunch of flowers “thank you, thank you~ but I’d like to say that I am not Miss United States, I’d be Miss Universe…just saying” he chuckled, vanished the flowers and sat back down in the chair.

“Ah! I get it now” no , he still didn’t get it but he had the feeling that he would get the whole, trip over yourself for or a group of people thing later. “You hate snow as well?” he asked and leaned forward in his chair “High five!” …he knew what that was right? “It’s useless, cold and I always get sick because of it and my face does not look good when I’m sick , its evil”

Paul nodded, stood up, and went to grab his banjo. The little instrument was so light to Paul. He sat back down in his chair and took the banjo from its case, holding it delicately in his arms, running his fingertips over the strings. "I know that song..." he smiled and began to play it, cheerfully tapping his foot as he did. Paul could not sing, but boy, did he enjoy playing his banjo.

Ahhhh.

It relaxed him so much. He lost himself when he played, really. A chuckle escaped from his lips as he finished up the short, simple melody, and he had forgotten his discomfort completely with Yoongi at this point.

How HAD he and Milton met? Merlin...it happened so long ago that Paul had to really struggle to remember. "We...met in Venice....Milton is from New York..." he squinted a bit at nothing in particular, his memory so cloudy. "I was taking a year off after graduating from here--yes! And traveling--I was in Venice--and we met at a----" he glanced at Yoongi, decided to...ahem, skew the facts. "We met at a very nice cafe and had coffee." Yep, the beverage was indeed coffee.

Cafe.

HA! Miss Universe. Paul rolled his eyes playfully. "Yoongi, you are Miss Universe. Congratulations, m'boy."

He gave the Gryffindor a high-five but immediately began to strum his banjo once more. "Give me another song. I can play anything, Yoongi, I just BET YOU I can." Heheheh.

Oh? He was actually going to play a song on the banjo?

Yoongi waited and watched as the Professor grabbed the instrument and sat back down again, curious how the banjo would sound. And the song he played made him laugh for a second because of all the songs he could have played he chose the one he could play on the piano. When the short song was over, Yoongi clapped his hands enthusiastically and cheered. “So that’s how a banjo sounds like! I didn’t know that” he said. “Did your band perform live , Sir?”

Drinking the last bit of the tea, Yoongi placed the empty cup on the table and listened as the Professor told him the story of how he had met his partner. He low key loved love stories and he loved watching romantic movies. He just… never tells anyone. Sigh. Anyways, when the story was done, Yoongi sighed heavily.“I wished I had a girlfriend… Just the thought of going to a café and have coffee with the person i love.." he sighed again. It would be so romantic~

The Gryffindor blushed, shook his head, the mental romantic images in his mind were gone and he laughed. “I know right? I’d look fantastic in a tiara as well if I had one” he snapped his fingers like how Professor Morgan does.

Another song? Yoongi thought. It was difficult to come up with a song just like that. “Okay…uhm..” he frowned. “i don't knoooow” he pouted. "Play a song from your band?"

Paul chuckled and set the banjo down against his desk. "I find it a very relaxing sound. And YES we still perform! We are hired for events or venues and stuff....it's a good way for me to clear my head..." he nodded. Ah, Bleu Grasse. His band. HIS BABY. Not really, since he wasn't one of the original members, but yeah.

Awww! Paul didn't say anything for a minute...but..."Well. The time will come for all that, m'boy. It's best not to go looking for those things...it will happen when it is meant to." He nodded firmly. "You feel nervous at the thought?" he asked curiously. He was here to help! And students could literally talk to him about anything. No topic was off limits, if it was bothering Yoongi.

And at the request, Paul picked up his banjo once more and strummed for a minute as he thought...hmm. "Give me a minute, and I'll have something to play, I promise." He was mentally perusing the songs his band would perform a lot...

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Paul was literally doing nothing right now besides laying on the floor of his office, deep in meditation, when he heard the knock. It rattled him slightly, and it took him a minute to get...accustomed to being in this realm of awareness.

Well then.

The mellow man was wearing casual clothes...sweatpants and a t-shirt, as he peeked out of his office. Seeing David, he SMILED. "Hello! Come in come in, m'boy!" he gestured him inside.

OOC: Feel free to post in his office now! <3

Oh.

"Hello professor," Davie stood up from slouching against the wall. He took in the professor's very casual attire, blinking several times behind his glasses, and shook his head. Wasn't going to comment, no no no noooooope, wasn't going to comment.

He cleared his throat and moved into the office. "Thanks. So, I brought your book back..." He settled down and dug it out of his backpack to plop it on the desk.

"Ahhhh! You finally finished it! Very good, David. And what did you think?" he asked as he turned his meditation music/talking off. A cool female voice had been in the middle of, 'And with your left arm extended--' but NOPE. Paul had a student, Gretchen Yumotochi! NO TIME FOR YOUR MEDITATIONS NOW!

"Tea? Water? I have APPLE JUICE, now! And I must say--I have used all those tea leaves you brought me in the very beginning of term, David. Simply marvelous tea!" He had enjoyed it immensely. "What about some graham crackers? I have some those---or biscuits---OH Milton send me these peppermints recently--" they were EXPLOSIVE PEPPERMINTS HA!

And now with your left arm say whaaaaaaat? Davie raised an eyebrow at the recording but quietly opened the book. "I thought it was BRILLIANT sir. Take a look at my review, please. I realize it may be too late into the term for this to go into the school paper, but I wanted you to have it anyway."

Text Cut: The Review

Professor Paul Meyers' textbook A Study of Crossbreeds is a definitive resource for anyone wishing to learn more about this complex branch of Herbology. Meyers does not oversimplify the complex art of crossbreeding, but makes it approachable and understandable through copious usage of photographs, diagrams, and step-by-step instructions. Meyers' sense of humor even comes through in a few well-placed puns, which only enhance the authenticity of this text. Hogwarts students seeking a study resource for their NEWTS would be wise to check this book out of the school library, as university students in several locations are already required to consult A Study of Crossbreeds. Overall, this book has appeal for the more serious Herbology student, and receives a rating of Exceeds Expectations from this Ravenclaw reader.

He settled back into his seat, smiling a little because of the tea compliment. Good! His mum would be so happy to hear that! "A peppermint, please!"

Awww. "I'll read it and see--" he took the parchment and began to grin as he read....until he was smiling so broadly! By the end, he was positively LAUGHING. He pushed a tin of peppermints towards the boy so he could take as many as he could possibly want.

"Oh, this is rather lovely, David, I thank you." He smiled. The boy had given him an E?! Heh, Paul wouldn't mind that grade in school, so an E was an EXCELLENT grade now! He would show Milton this adorable review as soon as he got home. 'LOOK WHAT A STUDENT WROTE ABOUT MY BOOK, MILLY ;___;' He placed it on his desk and smoothed it out. "I will cherish this forever." Until he died, of course.

"And this is why I teach." He grinned. "Did you enjoy your first year here, Mr. Truebridge?"

Yoongi’s eyes widened when the Professor said that his band was still performing. He honestly thought that his band had been from when he had been younger and was one of those people who would tell anyone about it even later in life. “If you’re having a new performance can I see it too? Preferably during potions and astronomy so I have a reason to leave , please” he chuckled.

Best not to go looking? It will happen when it is meant to be? …...He sounded like Dakest, did he know that? Speaking of the man, he still hadn’t figured out what he had meant with his words of ‘wisdom’. Was it even wisdom if the receiver didn’t get it? And then it hit him. Not the answer but perhaps the Herbology Professor would know. “Sir, I have a question” he said out of the blue. “I want to be able to make a patronus but I fail each time. Professor Dakest says that it is supposed to come from the heart and not my head and advised me to clear my head but whenever I meditate I just keep singing in my head you know?” he laughed. “And I know that you meditate as we are always doing that during the beginning of class so you got any tips?” he just wanted to know what his guardian spirit waaaas~

If he felt nervous at the thought of finding love? The sixth year shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I’ve never had….” Eeeeh…better not finish that sentence. “How does one act when they like someone? Would they …I don’t know…stare at you during classes and ….uh…follow you around?” cause that were all the things Norah did. Though to be honest he also stared at her from time to time during classes. He liked watched her for some reason.

“Alright, 1 minute” he set the alarm on his watch for 1 minute and clicked it so that time began to count down. “57 seconds now” heh!

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Awww. "I'll read it and see--" he took the parchment and began to grin as he read....until he was smiling so broadly! By the end, he was positively LAUGHING. He pushed a tin of peppermints towards the boy so he could take as many as he could possibly want.

"Oh, this is rather lovely, David, I thank you." He smiled. The boy had given him an E?! Heh, Paul wouldn't mind that grade in school, so an E was an EXCELLENT grade now! He would show Milton this adorable review as soon as he got home. 'LOOK WHAT A STUDENT WROTE ABOUT MY BOOK, MILLY ;___;' He placed it on his desk and smoothed it out. "I will cherish this forever." Until he died, of course.

"And this is why I teach." He grinned. "Did you enjoy your first year here, Mr. Truebridge?"

Oh look, peppermints! Davie grinned as the professor read his review, seeming to enjoy it quite a bit, and stuffed a few peppermints in his pockets before he took one to eat. He munched through it with a few nods to show the prof he was welcome.

"Well thanks for letting me borrow it, sir! I took it home to my mum and even she approved it." Begrundgingly, but a stamp of approval from Anastasia Truebridge was a rare thing to get. A stamp in any form should make the man happy.

As for the second question, Davie looked down at his feet and gave a small shrug. He was suddenly reminded of what had been bothering him in the last lesson. "I guess."

Ha! That made Paul laugh..."Well...if I any gigs over the summer, I'll be sure to invite you, Yoongi. Of course, only if you don't mind." Was this weird for a professor and student? Naaahh. Paul didn't think so. It would just be a gig...mhmm. Bleu Grasse was like the most g-rated band of all time, after all.

Oooooh. Yoongi had a question about meditation! Paul was quiet for a minute before actually answering, sipping his tea in thought. "Well...everyone has their own way of meditating. I take you, my students, through the way I do before having to focus. One tip I would give you...is make meditation a ritual that you do that is connected with things that relax you. Deep breathing, slow breathing...thinking about bad things, pushing them out--similar to how we do in class." He grabbed his wand and flicked it, nonverbally saying the patronus spell, and his spat out of his wand. The bearcat, as Paul liked to call it as opposed to its more scientific name, trotted around, seemingly gleeful, sniffing at Yoongir's hand before trotting towards Paul. He waved his hand again, and the animal faded out. "I guess...with a patronus...it's all about focus. And being able to focus, deeply, on positive images and thoughts...Professor Dakest is more of a help with that, but with meditation..." he paused. "With meditation, you can train yourself to think certain thoughts...whenever you need to destress." Had he helped? Probably not. Paul needed to not TALK so much.

Hahahaha! Paul chuckled into his tea and had to set it down. "Well--things are a little different for me--especially since I like men." He said bluntly. "Hard to tell...when another man is into you. But it's pretty similar--staring is a common sign, laughing at all their jokes...hanging out with you a lot..." Paul wiggled his eyebrows.

Ahem.

WAS HE TALKING ABOUT NORAH? Because he totally shipped that AHEM AHEM.

"Is there someone you...think might like you, then, Mr. Hyland?" Oh, this was quite fun, wasn't it? Paul liked to think he was up with all the student drama...but pfffft. He really didn't know half of it.

HA! Paul grabbed his banjo and quickly began to play an upbeat, foot-tappin' song for Yoongi. Paul couldn't sing, of course, that was Mark's job in the band, but he was picturing the younger man belting out bluesy tunes...ahh. It was relaxing in itself.



Ooooh! Approval from Anastasia Truebridge. "Well...I accept that as a compliment, especially from her--" he popped a peppermint into his own mouth and smirked. "I hope she's doing well."

Hmm. David suddenly looked...what was it? Sad? Apprehensive to answer? Hmm. "What's wrong? That didn't sound very excited, m'boy! You have an O in my class--you're very bright--surely you aren't lacking in friends--" he smiled. "So what is it?" He was very curious. And wanting to help, obviously.

He did adore the boy, after all.

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Ooooh! Approval from Anastasia Truebridge. "Well...I accept that as a compliment, especially from her--" he popped a peppermint into his own mouth and smirked. "I hope she's doing well."

Hmm. David suddenly looked...what was it? Sad? Apprehensive to answer? Hmm. "What's wrong? That didn't sound very excited, m'boy! You have an O in my class--you're very bright--surely you aren't lacking in friends--" he smiled. "So what is it?" He was very curious. And wanting to help, obviously.

He did adore the boy, after all.

Hehe, it WAS a compliment! But Davie's mouth was full of peppermint patty, so he just nodded and smiled with his eyes. A smize, yeah?

Yeaaaaaah he didn't sound excited for a reason. Davie shrugged again and swung his feet on the chair. He DID like having an O in Myers' class, but... but... "It's not enough," the little Ravenclaw sighed. "I'm not Top Points Earner like I'd planned. I'm not even a top student in Transfiguration." He sighed even MOAR deeply, like a disappointed little nerd.

Paul frowned slightly at the boy's words. "M'boy...when you graduate..." he paused in order to phrase this correctly. "When you go on to do what you want to do--no one is going to...look at if you were a top point earner. In fact, they'll only look at your grades." He bit into his peppermint prematurely and felt PAIN in his tooth--okay, well, that was DUMB, Paul--and winced slightly, but swallowed the broken peppermint...because...well.

"A-and--" he coughed a little into his arm. "AHEM--anyways--and you know--" he leaned forward a bit...."Maybe...you're a top point earner in Herbology...thought I'm not sure. You'll have to ask the professor." He wiggled his eyebrows a bit. "I hear he's a reaaaaal friendly fellow and doesn't BITE--" more smirking.

Ooof course he was going to take as many as he wanted. Duh. Well, just enough to fulfill his hunger. Hugo smiled at Myers "Thank you professor" and took two. For now.

He listened while eating his chocolate biscuit and nodded "Yeah, I guess. I don't think I'm very coordinated on that" and swallowed. Yoga was weird but whatever. But, that Venus plant, it was very interesting. "And what does it do next?" asked curiously "Like it just hold it's prey and that's it? How does it eat it?" he probably was going to buy one to see that.

Now, the very important question was about to be answered. Hugo looked at the picture Myers had. A partner. And looked back at him. He nodded at the end and took a bite from his biscuit. "I see. So I guess it's like your purpose in life, right?" said the boy "It's kind of difficult to know that, isn't it? What if you don't know if you are taking the right path for yourself?" deep talk.

Myers looked a 100 percent sure of what he was doing with his life and how could he do that? I mean, yeah Hugo was too young to be thinking about this type of things but it was his sister's fault. It all started when she sent that psycology book.

A bit dissapointed they had gigs over the summer instead of during class hours, Yoongi still smiled when he got invited. “Of course I don’t mind , maybe I can ask my friends from Charms school to come as well…I miss them…” he sighed heavily as he stared at his cup on the desk. It was hard being a transfer student, especially one who was older like himself. He missed his old friends and although they communicated through the use of the two-way mirror, it was not the same as actually being together.

He sighed again and then listened to his explanation on how meditation worked. And apparently everyone had a method of their own which basically did not help at all. “Guess I need to find my meditation method” He said and watched as the Professor made his own patronus appear. He smiled as the animal sniffed his hand and he kept staring at the place it stood even after it was vanished. He continued to stare for a couple of more seconds before he became jealous again. “I wish I could do that” he sighed. “It’s my goal for next year, to be able to make a patronus” he smiled and gathering the courage to ask a certain Hufflepuff out ahem.

Especially since he liked men… wow, way to put it bluntly like that. He didn’t care though. Love was love in his eyes. But as he said all those things, the staring, the laughing at all their jokes, he became to realise that the girl in question probably did have a thing for him. And it made him smile.

And then he had to ask THAT question. It happened in a second. His cheeks and ears blushed a bright red colour. He normally would joke that EVERYONE liked him cause look at him he was so lovable. But this time he knew…or…well…it wasn’t exactly that he knew but that he had the feeling that someone liked him. He fanned himself with his hands to keep his flushed face under control. “I think so…” he finally said and a grin spread across his face. He never thought in his life he’d be discussing a topic like this with a Professor gah. “I uh…I actually want to ask her if she wants to have a date with me over the summer. Because she is in her OWL years and I don’t want to distract her from her studying as I know how stressful the exams are, I mean I literally yelled at Zander when he dared to interrupt me when I was studying in the library one day and not to mention she also has her Prefect duties and I DON’T KNOW how she does all that” Seriously, he was impressed by that. Taking a deep breath as he had spoken very fast, faster than usual as he had slightly panicked, Yoongi controlled his breathing.
He still hadn't said a name but now that he mentioned the word prefect the list got really short.

There needed to be a distraction. And luckily the Professor began to play an upbeat , foot-tappin’ song on the banjo. “I uh..” he said as he checked his watch after a few moments of listening. “I need to go soon , still need to make a homework assignments” which was surprisingly the truth. He got up and grabbed the empty cup of tea. “Where should I place this, Sir?”

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Paul frowned slightly at the boy's words. "M'boy...when you graduate..." he paused in order to phrase this correctly. "When you go on to do what you want to do--no one is going to...look at if you were a top point earner. In fact, they'll only look at your grades." He bit into his peppermint prematurely and felt PAIN in his tooth--okay, well, that was DUMB, Paul--and winced slightly, but swallowed the broken peppermint...because...well.

"A-and--" he coughed a little into his arm. "AHEM--anyways--and you know--" he leaned forward a bit...."Maybe...you're a top point earner in Herbology...thought I'm not sure. You'll have to ask the professor." He wiggled his eyebrows a bit. "I hear he's a reaaaaal friendly fellow and doesn't BITE--" more smirking.

Davie looked up from his feet, just a peek at first at Myers' words, then a little bit of a bigger peek as the professor hinted at something good. Maybe?!

"You--- you think so?" He swung his feet a little bit in his chair. Myers was smiling at him! Cheering him up, even! "Hey Mister Professor Myers.... do you think I'm okay at Herbology?" Even if he hadn't gotten THE MOST POINTS in Ravenclaw this year? Was he REALLY a top points earner in a different class?

"Well, m'boy--it DEVOURS it!" he waved his hands on either side of his ears just for dramatic affect! "When the trap's close...it is tightly bound so that the thing inside of it cannot move or escape. It then...sort of turns into a stomach in that moment and begins digesting it instantly." EEESH. It sounded so...harsh and sort of painful? Thus was the way of the natural world, though. Maybe Paul would teach them about carnivorous plants at some point...it would be interesting. Bladderworts, man. Those were pretty cool, too.

Hmm. Hugo seemed plagued by these thoughts...

"M'boy...you are young. No one knows what they want in life at your age...and if they do, they'll most likely change their mind fifteen more times." SO Paul usually told students he always wanted to be a Herbologist...NOT TRUE. He had gone through...many phases, yes. He didn't want to get into his own backstory right now, though. "You...will find your niche. And when you do, you'll know...that is the right path for you." He smiled warmly at the boy. "Try not to stress about it...you have TIME..so much of it..." he needn't worry just yet. "Come talk to me when you're a sixth year..a seventh year...we can discuss things if you'd like." And with that, he checked his watch--

O__O!

OH ME OH MY!

"Oh dear--it's running late--I am late--" AH he had to go meet with CASSIE! "Please excuse me--sorry for KICKING you out, m'boy--but I have a prior engagement I simply cannot break!" It would be so RUDE of him to do so! He stood up. "Until we speak again, Hugo!"



Paul smiled. "Anyone can come! And ah...so you transferred here?" he asked softly. Being a transfer must have been hard. Paul knew some when he was in school and just...well most seem to acclimate pretty well, but it was always hard at first.

The patronus stuff...well, Paul's opinion was that students thought they should be capable of doing all sorts of things...that some people just...could never do. Milton couldn't produce a patronus...but he was loads better than Paul at TONS of things. "M'boy...it'll happen when it's supposed to. And IF it's supposed to. Patronuses are hard work...very hard work." He would be lucky to get it done next year...but Paul had faith in him! If Yoongi put his mind to it, he could do it!

And he settled more into his chair, sipping his tea as Yoongi spoke. So...she was a FIFTH year...AND a prefect...PAUL KNEW WHO IT WAS. AND HE WANTED IT TO HAPPEN! "By all MEANS, m'boy--have confidence in yourself! You'll be like a brave STALLION asking her out! You'll do wonderfully! I'm sure Miss Kittredge will say yes." ......HEHEHEHEHE.

But the boy seemed just about ready to FLING HIMSELF out the door. Merlin. "Leave it there, I'll get it." He set his banjo down once more and smirked a little. "Good luck, Yoongi!"



Paul had a slight twinkled in his eyes. "Yes...since...you know, I keep track of the points...and people who...are very clever in my lessons. Do you know how many times I've...been impressed with you? Countless times, m'boy. Countless. You should never doubt yourself...you're bright and...sharp, like your mother." He smiled at David.

He stood up and ruffled David's hair as he went to the door. "I have some papers to grade...and I think I'll kick you out on a good note...you are more than 'okay' at Herbology, Mr. Truebridge. You have your mother's knack for it...you will go far." More gentle smiles from Paul as he held the door open. "I cannot wait to...watch you grow...and see what you can do with your many talents, m'boy." Paul almost wanted to cry ;___; He was feeling so EMOTIONAL right now!

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

Paul had a slight twinkled in his eyes. "Yes...since...you know, I keep track of the points...and people who...are very clever in my lessons. Do you know how many times I've...been impressed with you? Countless times, m'boy. Countless. You should never doubt yourself...you're bright and...sharp, like your mother." He smiled at David.

He stood up and ruffled David's hair as he went to the door. "I have some papers to grade...and I think I'll kick you out on a good note...you are more than 'okay' at Herbology, Mr. Truebridge. You have your mother's knack for it...you will go far." More gentle smiles from Paul as he held the door open. "I cannot wait to...watch you grow...and see what you can do with your many talents, m'boy." Paul almost wanted to cry ;___; He was feeling so EMOTIONAL right now!

Yeah, that was true. The professor WAS in charge of their grades. Davie giggled a little bit at that obvious fact... and then he very rarely blushed because of the professor's wonderful compliment. He just sat there, a little bit stunned, a little bit flattered, and a WHOLE LOT HAPPIER because Professor Myers was so nice. He almost didn't even notice the hair ruffling, not that he would have minded, since it was a warm gesture.

Davie DID figure out the professor standing by the door was his cue to leave though. "You're so nice, sir," he squeaked. "Thank you. Thanks a lot for saying those nice things. I guess.... I guess it WAS a good term." He stood up and slung his bag on his shoulder, then in a bit of an impulse, gave the professor a quick hug as he passed by him on his way out.

"HAVE A GOOD SUMMER!" he added with a grin as he jogged down the hall.

“Yeah” Yoongi said as he looked at the bookcase behind the Professor before looking back at him. “I transferred last year” And a great first year it had been. Stressing over OWL’s exams, the kidnappings. It had been a crazy first year for him and he thought that the Professor had chosen his time to teach at Hogwarts wisely. “I thought it would be difficult but I’m a natural at making friends so” he smiled.

“I know that” he sighed heavily as the Professor told him that a patronus was very difficult type of magic and not everyone could make one. “But I’m going to try as much as I can” he said as he looked determined. “Hady offered to help me out anyways” he said. “…a fourth year…helping a sixth year. Well I’m not surprised, I had been her partner once during charms homework and she’s really good for her age.” He nodded his head.

Yoongi stood up from the chair but when he was half way up, he heard him say ‘Miss Kittredge’ and he froze. A look of shock appeared on his face and he stumbled back in to the chair. “Who—who said it was…I mean… maybe its….” He thought quickly as he tried to remember who the female prefects all were when he suddenly remembered that Dot was a fifth year Prefect as well. “IT CAN BE DOT YOU KNOW!” He shouted, not in anger but in embarrassment. He hadn’t mind given some information… just not … everything.

Thinking it was high time to leave the office, Yoongi cleared his throat as he stood up and grabbed his bag. He nodded when the Professor said that he could leave the cup on the table and then walked over to the door. He opened it and was about to disappear when he stopped at the doorway. He turned around, a small smile on his face he said; “Thanks for everything, Sir” and with that he left.