Sure, he liked to be taken seriously as a Professor, but things got a little dry when the whole conversation was serious. And moody serious to boot. So, he was quite relieved when Shacklebolt took the humor in good stride. A small smirk and a nod. "Anytime."

Anytime she wanted bad, poor relationship advice that was. Or private lessons. That too.

Sabel nodded. "I expect no less."




A nod, and then a quirked eyebrow. Was....Adair choking? Or going through all stages of puberty voice change right then and there? Not really sure if he should go give the kid a pat on the back or pretend he didn't hear him, Sabel sort of just stared at the boy. What? Just, what?

Apparently not choking however, which while good news was a little bit disappointing when it was followed up with such a strangely constituted response. "Most books are." Really. What books had this kid been reading? It was usually the purpose of books in general. To...inform.

"Young dogs can learn a few as well." He prompted. "You're welcome to borrow it."

He was completely fine. Just... not cut out for this lifestyle. Ahem.

Errrrr.... Right. Most books were. Zander had to disagree with that one, knowing quite well that some books were just plain pointless. Like the Runes textbook. That was hardly informative 'cause there was just so much going on. How was anyone supposed to learn anything from it when there were SO MANY words? Not informative. Just a nap waiting to happen. In Zander's humble opinion, anyway.

Though the next bit, he was not expecting. Um.

The Gryffindor quite nearly choked again "Uh.... Thanks Professor," but uh no thanks, "Erm... I think I'll have to pass." He gave the book a gently nudge back in Dakest's direction. Ahem. "I'm sure it's a fascinating read," doubtful, "but I just haven't got much time to read, since I've got to study for exams and all that." Nod, nod, nod.

It's not you, Sir. It's him.

Well, essentially.

"Speaking of which.... I guess I should probably go do that," oh but wait there was one last thing. "I just wanted to say thanks for... y'know Stuff. "I guess you're not as bad as I thought you were." That was good enough, right? "Oh and uh, I'm sorry for being such a jerk to you." There, he did it. He did it. HE DID IT, OKAY?

Mission success.

Sort of.

Sabel eyed the kid. Hardcore. What was with his vocal abilities today? Merlin it was just a book. It didn't bite. He would have known. And Zander did know his alphabet, didn't he? He couldn't imagine the kid would have got this far without being able to read.

Shrugging, Sabel collected the book back to himself. Exams, right. That was what the pauses and 'uhs' and 'erms' were all about. Of course. How silly of him. [b]"I suppose those are coming up soon. Let me know if you have anything you want clarified before them."[b]

May as well offer and try to be helpful, right? After all, it was in his job description.

What was this now? Thanks for......not being as bad as the kid thought he was? Sabel sort of blinked for a few seconds, processing exactly what he was hearing. For a moment, he thought about taking the high road, telling the boy that it was fine, that everyone made judgements and there was no harm done. On the other hand, there was this part of him that was Gryffindor, and well, it hadn't quite learned how to control itself.

A sly smile worked its way onto his expression, and as soon as it had done so, Sabel decided he just couldn't help himself. "Oh, but I really think I am."

And the grin he gave, well, it would have scared him out of the office if he had been about fifteen years younger.

Err.... Maybe he should've just taken the book and pretended to read it? Would've been a lot easier than having to sit on the receiving end of those looks Dakest was giving him now. Erm. Oops? He should've kept quiet, huh? Zander just tried to give the man a sheepish smile and nodded a bunch. That looked convincing enough, yeah?

Will do, Professor," that was nice of him to offer. Even though it was probably his job to do so. Right.

And as Dakest started processing all the ridiculous things Zander had voiced next, the Gryffindor took the opportunity to stand up as he had every intention to end this office visit now that he had said all that he came to say.

Uh.

WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT SMILE?

Actually, it didn't exactly scare Zander out of the office. But it was very creepy. And very unsettling. And well, all Zander could do was stand there and blink. "Um. Right. Well. Uh. See ya around, Professor...????" Backing away slowly.... Slowly.... And then just as he backed his way out the door, he made a break for the Common Room.

Um.

What. Just. Happened.

Offering help and extra support for students was indeed part of his job. While scaring and terrifying students wasn't written in the bold print, and likely highly discouraged, Sabel just couldn't help himself sometimes. This, was one of those times. One of those times when he just couldn't control his impusles.

Which meant, grinning at Zander the entire time the kid made an escape from his office. "Oh. I'm sure you will."

It was when the door shut behind the kid, that Sabel could control it no longer, and burst out laughing. It was hardly short-lived or quiet. He just couldn't help himself. Truly, there were tears. The laughter likely followed the kid right down the hallway and to wherever it was that he was going.

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Normally, he didn't appreciate making kids uncomfortable and unsettled. These topics however, were of such a nature, and so he was rather relieved when David squirmed a bit. It meant he got it. That he wasn't using a fool idealology to process very serious information. Seeing this, he could rest easy that perhaps the kid wouldn't grow up to be quite like his uncle. Here was hoping, anyways.

He gave the kid a 'go-ahead' nod at the request for another question. And then, he nearly laughed. "The Ministry?" Dear Merlin that might have been the most difficult question all day.

Leaning back in his chair, Sabel tented his fingers under his chin. "It is....interesting. In both the good sense of the word and the bad." It was a bit of a cop-out response, but it covered all the bases. "You meet a lot of people, who are mentors and adversaries. It's....a challenge."

What? Was the Ministry some grown-up punchline that Davie didn't fully understand? The place COULD be a joke for all he knew about it, but he did know that it was one of the largest employers in the entire Wizarding World. Maybe he could work there one day, who knew?

"Did you like it there?" he blinked up at the professor. The 'interesting' stuff was too generic a response for him. It was a real non-answer. "What's the day to day like? Boring? Is the whole building just paperwork an' office stuff?" Just curious. He wouldn't take up too much more of the professor's time with his extra questions.

Apparently it wasn't a good enough cop-out. Sabel nearly deadpanned at the kid. Nosy little blighter, wasn't he?

Letting out a huff of air, Sabel scrubbed the back of his neck, eyeing the boy all the more as the questions kept pouring out. "Already thinking of your future career, are you?"

He supposed it couldn't be helped. He'd worked at the ministry, he was going to get questions about the ministry. That was simply how things worked.

"The day, depends on the department you are in." And whether or not certain factions were trying to take over the Ministry. "But usually, there is a lot of hands-on work to compliment the paperwork. Gotta have a paper trail for every action event that occurs." He eyed David before letting out another breath. "There is plenty to do there, always some mystery needing solving or fixing. I did enjoy it. Perhaps too much."

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Apparently it wasn't a good enough cop-out. Sabel nearly deadpanned at the kid. Nosy little blighter, wasn't he?

Letting out a huff of air, Sabel scrubbed the back of his neck, eyeing the boy all the more as the questions kept pouring out. "Already thinking of your future career, are you?"

He supposed it couldn't be helped. He'd worked at the ministry, he was going to get questions about the ministry. That was simply how things worked.

"The day, depends on the department you are in." And whether or not certain factions were trying to take over the Ministry. "But usually, there is a lot of hands-on work to compliment the paperwork. Gotta have a paper trail for every action event that occurs." He eyed David before letting out another breath. "There is plenty to do there, always some mystery needing solving or fixing. I did enjoy it. Perhaps too much."

Davie just had questionsssss, okay, just a lot of questions. All the time. Always. He was a curious Claw.

"Uh huh!" he responded to the professor brightly. "I should probably start writing practice essays for uni over the summer, huh?" It wasn't too early to think ahead. That's what Hogwarts was for, wasn't it? Pushing and planning and preparing them for their futures! And Davie wanted a bright and successful future. He tilted his head a little at the professor's answer.

Right, depends on the department... some hands-on work... always a paper trail. Sigh. That seemed to be true of ANY adult job, he was starting to think. "Why did you say TOO much? You're not going to go BACK to work there, are you? Isn't Hogwarts LOADS better?" His blue eyes were big and wide now with worry about losing one of their BEST professors.

....Practice essay's over the summer? His look said all of what he thought about that. This truly was Truebridge's son. Essays, for fun? Sabel let out a breath, realizing he might later regret his advice. "I think, you have plenty of summers ahead of you for that. Best to work on life experiences."

After all, one was only young once.

Sabel's eyebrow quirked at the questions. Perhaps this was one Detective Truebridge in the making? "Too much, as in it's hard to stay away." In his blood, he swore. Still, he shook his head. "But no, I'm not going back." Not officially anyways. "Hogwarts is....much safer. If you can believe it."

He didn't think for one moment that any student at Hogwarts would fully embrace such a sentiment.