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Multiple essays graded, special projects from a few seventh years looked over, and a letter of recommendation written, Paul was, yes, POOPED. He had just sat down to relax with Zelda when he got the signal that someone was knocking on his meeting space door.

"Welp, there goes my break," but he smiled as he walked past his dog, patting her on the head gently. "I'll be back, my girl." He made his way through the dimly lit room with the light up tiles and opened the door to see Isa! "Why hello, what a pleasure, m'dear. Come in, come in!" and he stepped aside from the door and gestured at the couches.

Isa beamed as Professor Myers opened the door. "Hello, Professor Myers!" Huh, it was kind of dark in here. Oh, the floor lit up! That was cool. You know what would be good in here? A big pile of pillows that you could throw yourself onto or take a nap on. She went over to the couch that the professor had gestured at at settled onto it. "I brought this for you." Isa held up the small pot of chrysanthemums for him to see. "They change color." At the moment they were a sort of pinky orange color.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. I'm looking for some guidance for working with some more advanced plants, maybe flesh-eaters. Nothing too dangerous though, just something new to expand my herbology knowledge and skills." The plants she had were nice, but she felt that it was time to start learning more advanced things. It was easy to get bored of the basics after a while when you had seen so many magical and mundane plants at home that her classmates might never have encountered before herbology lessons. There were other things that she might talk to him about as well, if he had the time. She really admired Professor Myers.

Paul was not offended. "I do not think you can't handle it, m'boy. I merely worry about you sanity. But, you have always been a student who is willing and wants to push himself. Excuse me if I have crossed any line with you," he spoke calmly. He never wished to offend Rooney. He cared a lot for the boy.

So, he wanted to know which ones to take.....after he had moved on. "What do you plan on doing? What will you be studying predominantly?" He would love to say Herbology just right off the bat. But he couldn't rightfully say the subject if it might benefit Rooney more to take something else.

"...Would you like tea?" Had he offered yet? He couldn't even remember. Merlin.

If there were ever a student who could compare to Paul's dramatics as a student, it was Derfael. Granted, Paul was fond of the boy. He was clever, funny (without awareness, perhaps), and he made good points almost constantly. Especially in lessons. And Paul knew he wasn't a fan of plants, yet he still came. And tried. And gave him a hard time, but Paul didn't mind. Maybe he would come to like plants? Or at least not...be terrified of them.

He wanted if the boy still thought him a dark wizard. Thank you, Alfred, for that little nugget of info. It made him laugh.

"Slow down," he said quickly. "You're angry at all of them? Professor Hirsch? Healer Reed? Mr. Kennedy? Professor Stewart?" he asked. Something about PTSD situations... er.

ER?

"Tell me the entire story, if you will. So that I can understand." Paul's tone was calm.


A GIFT! Paul BEAMED. "Oh, Isa! They are WONDERFUL! Oh my goodness--I LOVE THEM!" he laughed and took the pot in his hands. "They change colors...lets see..." and he took a seat on the couch. "What triggers the color change, do you know?" he asked curiously. Perhaps a future lesson was in order. He had a whole horde of color changing roses, if Isa remembered. This was gorgeous, though. Going right on his desk and being taken care of VERY WELL. Paul was not a plant killer. He was good about keeping his office plants alive, and that was good, too, or else he'd rethink his whole passion in life.

"Well if you want to start with flesh eaters, I suggest you look at the flesh eating firs. They eat only the flesh of others their own. They're cannibals," he smiled cheerfully. "They have teeth. And they like to grab you. They know me by now, so they don't grab me so much anymore, but..." he chuckled. "If you were to approach them, they would attempt to grab you. Of course, they'd realize you weren't food and let you go. But they are a safe spot to start when dealing with flesh eaters." Ah, the flesh eating firs.

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A GIFT! Paul BEAMED. "Oh, Isa! They are WONDERFUL! Oh my goodness--I LOVE THEM!" he laughed and took the pot in his hands. "They change colors...lets see..." and he took a seat on the couch. "What triggers the color change, do you know?" he asked curiously. Perhaps a future lesson was in order. He had a whole horde of color changing roses, if Isa remembered. This was gorgeous, though. Going right on his desk and being taken care of VERY WELL. Paul was not a plant killer. He was good about keeping his office plants alive, and that was good, too, or else he'd rethink his whole passion in life.

"Well if you want to start with flesh eaters, I suggest you look at the flesh eating firs. They eat only the flesh of others their own. They're cannibals," he smiled cheerfully. "They have teeth. And they like to grab you. They know me by now, so they don't grab me so much anymore, but..." he chuckled. "If you were to approach them, they would attempt to grab you. Of course, they'd realize you weren't food and let you go. But they are a safe spot to start when dealing with flesh eaters." Ah, the flesh eating firs.

Isa beamed at Professor Myers. He liked them - no, even better - he LOVED them! Her favorite professor ever loved her plant that she had bred and raised all by herself, with a few tips from mum. "They respond to environmental conditions. Things like exposure to light and heat. I'm not exactly sure how it works though. Maybe the pigments are temperature sensitive or light sensitive." Isa trusted Professor Myers to keep the plant alive. He was the herbology professor after all. It would be very worrying if the herbology professor couldn't keep plants alive, because someone who was a plant killer shouldn't be a herbology professor. You know what would be really interesting to study? How this color changing stuff actually worked in the plant. How did the pigments in the flowers work? Why did they change when exposed to certain conditions?

"They only eat other flesh eating firs? Interesting. A way to compete for space?" Seemed like a good place to start. Being able to eat other plants of your species must be a useful advantage when you were a plant in a crowded area competing for resources. "Good to know they won't eat me." Isa wanted to expand her knowledge of plants, not be eaten by one. "Do you think you could show me how to work with them, please?" Huh. Plants with teeth. Magical plants were amazing. There were so many unique approaches to life even among mundane plants, and magical plants were even more special.

Rooney found himself sighing at how he had taken the words previously from his Professor and immediately feeling bad for it. Not bad enough to warrant an apology, but people understood that Rooney rarely apologised for what he said or thought about what people had said to him. Feelings and thoughts did not require apologies if they were still your belief, yes? That was how he felt about it, which Roo knew was against a lot of other people. It was him as a person, no matter the lack of understanding from others. He wasn't a bad person. He was just his own person. "No lines crossed, Sir.." His voice was quiet and he still hadn't been able to make eye contact, so he continued to look at his lap.

Until the conversation returned to his education and he felt able to look at Paul once more. "I just want to continue my studies in something, Sir. I could study musical theatre, but I doubt that there is much more for me to learn when it's been in my life since I was three. I could study History of Magic, but it's something that is everchanging and I doubt I have the wordly experience to form my own independent opinions about things that happened. And I love both Charms and Herbology, but...I want to study one." So that his time at university wasn't split between two subjects. That was the thing he hated about university.. that people were able to study more than one thing at the same time. It didn't warrant a degree to him.

"Oh. Yes. Sure.."

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If there were ever a student who could compare to Paul's dramatics as a student, it was Derfael. Granted, Paul was fond of the boy. He was clever, funny (without awareness, perhaps), and he made good points almost constantly. Especially in lessons. And Paul knew he wasn't a fan of plants, yet he still came. And tried. And gave him a hard time, but Paul didn't mind. Maybe he would come to like plants? Or at least not...be terrified of them.

He wanted if the boy still thought him a dark wizard. Thank you, Alfred, for that little nugget of info. It made him laugh.

"Slow down," he said quickly. "You're angry at all of them? Professor Hirsch? Healer Reed? Mr. Kennedy? Professor Stewart?" he asked. Something about PTSD situations... er.

ER?

"Tell me the entire story, if you will. So that I can understand." Paul's tone was calm.

Please never mention this thought aloud, professor. It may frighten him into believing his future lay only with Dark wizards! HE HAD DREAMS AND AMBITIONS TO CHAAAAAAAAASE!

"ALL OF THEM!"

Okay...but slowing down was really REALLY hard in times of desperation, you know? And he was as panicked as a kneazle in a room full of rocking chairs right now over Abey's emotional safety at this school and just in general.

So he took a DEEP breath - like a SUPER DUPER deep one - and started over again. "S-S-S-So we are at the lake, the BLACK LAKE, for a healing s-seminar. Healer Reed was-s-s no where to be S-SEEN but the others-s-s were there. And that one s-s-shopkeeper from Hogsmeade. The one with the TEETH and who I kinda think COULD be a vampire. Maybe. His-s teeth are just too BIG and s-s-stuff, you know?" He was already sidetracked a little. Hold on, he was getting back on the rails. "BUT...all of a s-s-sudden the creepy big teeth bloke falls in the water...and then Profes-s-ssor Hirsch does-s-s TOO. AND THEN they are both floating in the water and stuff and they LOOK LIKE THEY DIED...because they are just floating...and it turns-s-s out they were only PRETENDING...and Healer Reed was-s-s actually there ALL THE TIME all Dis-s-sillusioned and s-s-stuff...but Abey he...he had a panic attack...becaus-s-se things reminded him of las-s-st term...and not a single adult...not ONE moved to help him....or me... becaus-s-se I froze too. And...and he was crying...BROKEN...it it it...was just...his-s-s face, profes-s-sor...it looked JUS-S-ST like when he came back from that portal...I know he was reliving the horrors-s-s ins-s-side his-s-s head..and Healer Reed HAD to know it was-s-s too s-s-soon to put him in a s-s-situation like that. He HAD to! But they...WE TRUS-S-STED THEM AND THEY BETRAYED OUR TRUS-ST!"

The second year's hands had balled up into fists at some point during his story and an uncomfortable shimmer had come over his bright blues,
fading them a little. Nope. He was not going to cry in front of a Dark wizard.


Okay maybe he was just going to wibble his lower lip dramatically.

"So, they're similar to my color changing roses, then? They respond to warmth." Isa hopefully remembered that lesson! It had been one of his FINEST lessons, you know. Costume and all. And SHRINKAGE. HONEY I SHRUNK THE STUUUUUUDENTS! and all. Heh, that had been fun, even if it made many of his students not trust him ever again. Looking at you, Dora Umbridge.

"Well, they eat all fir trees, not just the flesh eating ones." He clarified for her. "Of course I can! Absolutely. We'll find some time in your schedule, yes, m'dear. They're quite docile besides the whole...teeth thing." But again, NO HARM COULD COME TO HUMANS from those guys. CANNIBALS. ONLY ATE OTHER FIR TREES. They were SAFE. Paul smiled, though. "You want to eventually go into something to do with plants then, Isa?" he asked curiously.

Paul nodded and stood up, but he only went so far as the door separating his meeting space from his office, opened it, and levitated the freshly made tea from within. The kettle, on a tray with two teacups and various sugars and milks, floated gingerly towards Rooney with Paul as conductor.

The more the conversation went on, the more Paul had to deal with the VERY real fact that Rooney would be leaving at the end of term. And it made him sad. Why did students do this to him? "Well. You have a very clear knack for Herbology. I am not familiar with your charms work or your grades in that area, seeing as I'm not your head of house, so I can't tell you about Charms. But Dublin has a very good Herbology program. One of the best, really. When thinking about these things, it's important to think about location as well. If you really have no preference, of course." Paul added two packets of sugar and just a dash of milk before sipping. "Eh, it's a little lukewarm. I won't be offended if you warm it up," and he flashed Rooney a smile.

"Charms might...be less specific of a degree to have, depending on what you want to do after University. Herboloy is so specific..." he sighed. "It might not be what one wants to hear, but...it's the truth." It wasn't like Herbology wasn't useful or able to adapt, but....it wasn't like Charms.

Wow.

The entire story had Paul sipping his tea quietly. Pretend death for the sake of a lesson seemed....unethical, did it not? His brow creased in mild irritation. And people said PAUL'S use of the shrinking solution on his students UNKNOWINGLY WAS UNETHICAL? Well, in hindsight, Paul did too. Nonetheless, he didn't immediately respond to Derf. He swallowed his tea, set his teacup down, and......gave a long sigh.

"They really had you and Abey believing they were....dead?" he asked. "Did you both tell the professors how it made you feel?" Paul was aaaalllll about the discussion of feelings, yes. "Is...Abey okay? Are you okay, m'boy?" His tone was concerned, now, and he met the boy's gaze. Derf had exploded, really, and seemed a bit discombobulated. He thought the professors could use a more persnickety approach to things...from now on...Merlin. Last term had been DREADFULLY traumatic.

Dublin, hm? "Just Dublin, Sir? There aren't any others that are great?" Being potentially pidgeonholed into one campus was hard for him to think about. And he loved to study Herbology, but...he could see where Professor Myers was coming from and the point he was making about career options. To take a moment to himself, the Head Boy went ahead and added milk and two sugars to his tea in silence. As he stirred, he thought and as he thought, he focused on the area by his feet.

"Less specific is probably best if I don't know what I want, right?"

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"So, they're similar to my color changing roses, then? They respond to warmth." Isa hopefully remembered that lesson! It had been one of his FINEST lessons, you know. Costume and all. And SHRINKAGE. HONEY I SHRUNK THE STUUUUUUDENTS! and all. Heh, that had been fun, even if it made many of his students not trust him ever again. Looking at you, Dora Umbridge.

"Well, they eat all fir trees, not just the flesh eating ones." He clarified for her. "Of course I can! Absolutely. We'll find some time in your schedule, yes, m'dear. They're quite docile besides the whole...teeth thing." But again, NO HARM COULD COME TO HUMANS from those guys. CANNIBALS. ONLY ATE OTHER FIR TREES. They were SAFE. Paul smiled, though. "You want to eventually go into something to do with plants then, Isa?" he asked curiously.

"They're similar to the color changing roses in that way. I'm not sure if the mechanism for the change works the same." Unfortunately, Isa had not been at Hogwarts for Paul's color changing roses lesson. That had happened before Isa's first year. That would have been such an awesome lesson though! Too bad she wasn't there.

A magical adaptation to give the fir an advantage when competing for space with other fir trees? "All firs? Interesting. How far apart do they have to be if you have more than one in a greenhouse together?" It was good that they were harmless to humans. PROFESSOR MYERS WAS GOING TO SHOW HER HOW TO WORK WITH THE FLESH EATING FIRS! This was so exciting! "Thank you!" She was such a herbology nerd.

Did Professor Myers not know about Isa's life goals of being a prefect and Head Girl like Penny, studying herbology at university like Mum had done, and becoming a herbologist like Mum specializing in magical crossbreeds? Probably not if Isa hadn't told him about those goals before. She nodded in response to his question. "I want to study herbology in university, maybe specialize in magical crossbreeding." That was one of her major goals in life.

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Wow.

The entire story had Paul sipping his tea quietly. Pretend death for the sake of a lesson seemed....unethical, did it not? His brow creased in mild irritation. And people said PAUL'S use of the shrinking solution on his students UNKNOWINGLY WAS UNETHICAL? Well, in hindsight, Paul did too. Nonetheless, he didn't immediately respond to Derf. He swallowed his tea, set his teacup down, and......gave a long sigh.

"They really had you and Abey believing they were....dead?" he asked. "Did you both tell the professors how it made you feel?" Paul was aaaalllll about the discussion of feelings, yes. "Is...Abey okay? Are you okay, m'boy?" His tone was concerned, now, and he met the boy's gaze. Derf had exploded, really, and seemed a bit discombobulated. He thought the professors could use a more persnickety approach to things...from now on...Merlin. Last term had been DREADFULLY traumatic.

Derf nodded eagerly. Although EAGERLY was not exactly the right sort of word for the situation. But he was nodding nonetheless because it WAS true. Maybe only true to him and Abey but STILL true. "I did," he confirmed with some more nodding - he probably looked like a blonde bobble head. "And I got s-s-scolded for it. Profes-ssor Hirsch defended Healer Reed. I had points-s-s taken from me....TEN," he explained, holding up BOTH of his hands with his fingers all fanned out for emphasis. "It was-s worth it though. Los-sing points-s-s. I'd los-s-se a MILLION if it was-s-s becaus-s-se I was defending my bes-s-t friend."

Was he okay? Derf wasn't really sure but that wasn't the important thing as far as the Hufflepuff was concerned and therefore did not address that part. "Not really, profes-ss-sor," he replied with a shake of his head. "He won't go on the floors-s-s the portal s-s-showed up on...and loads-s-s of things-s-s s-s-still scare him...and I KNOW this-s made everything WORS-S-SE. "

Zoryn needed to talk to the weird hippie man ASAP. Which is why she quickly made her way down to his... er... Um. Wait. Wasn't he the weird Professor without an office? Zoryn wouldn't exactly know since she always made a point of trying her best to never need to go to office hours for any of her Professors. But unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, she had to take care of some business today.

It was, like, SUPER important and she needed some ANSWERS.

Mhm.

And if Professor Myers had any complaints, then he could go talk to Dora Umbridge and Professor Head of House 'cause those two were the direct reasons as to why she was here today.

KNOCK,KNOCK!!!!

Hiiiiiiiiii.

She waited right behind the door, with SUPER BIG EYES. Very important that he knew that she was TOTALLY alert and ready to talk REAL business.

.... real business, eh?

Paul had just awoken from a magnificent nap, and was ready to take a niiiiiice long bubble bath when he heard the knock on his meeting space's door. He sighed, a little sad that he had suddenly lost the chance the relax.

But as he made his way to the door, stepping on the colored tiles, the aura of the meeting space cheered him. IT WAS A STUDENT. HE COULDN'T BE DOWN ABOUT SEEING A STUDENT RIGHT? NOOOOO! He smiled allllll big and opened the door. "Oh! What a surprise it is to see you, Zoryn! Come right in!" he chuckled and stood aside to let her proceed before him.

He didn't think the girl had ever visited him in his meeting space before!

Yeah. REAL business.

The Gryffindor wouldn't have even been the least bit sorry had she known that she had awoken him from a nap. 'Cause honestly, she was probably doing him a favor. Y'know, keeping him from sleeping so that he could sleep super well at night. It was something Zoryn's mother ALWAYS emphasized. Spinnets did NOT take naps. And neither did Professor Myerses today (WELL, not right now anyways). Not right now because they were about to take care of some REAL business.

She grinned at him upon his exclamation of surprise. "Well, you've got to learn to expect the unexpected, sir," she explained matter-of-factly. "So that you'll never be surprised. It's a technique we learn in DADA, you should probably look into it." She was only helping him.

But she didn't waste any more time standing outside, since he was making room for her to walk in. Of course she poked her head in skeptically first because the lighting was dim in there. Weird Myers is weird. "You should probably get that fixed," she nodded, stepping inside and pointing up to the ceiling, where she believed the light came from.

WAIT.

WHAAAAAAT?!!?!?!?!

Yes. A lot of twirling and bouncing around from one tile to another immediately ensued. It was his fault for having a fun floor. Bouncing up and down in front of him (so that the tile lit up and went off and on and off and on and off and on and off and-- you get the point), "Were you having a dance party, Professor?" In which case, um hello, WHY WASN'T SHE INVITED???

"Oh, trust me, teaching here has done that enough," he chortled as he shut the door behind her. Hags. POLTERGEIST WEDDINGS. Creepy dolls, monsters........ummmm where did the list end? Plenty of unexpected expecting here, Miss Spinnet.

PAH! She was amusing, she was, and Paul merely eyed her with an amused expression. Zoryn was a bouncy little thing, wasn't she? "I was not having a dance party today, no." Heh. "But I think an interesting space where students can chat with me is conducive in creativity and comfort. And also...just...it's fun," he winked. "Feel free to dance if you like. I can even platy music--" his wand was out with a snap, and he flicked it a bit. Bouncy banjo music began to play.

This was the weirdest techno dance club ever. Or it was Myers' meeting space. Either way, Zoryn should appreciate it. Paul tapped his foot to the beat. "I guess I could have gotten my banjo, too." But BANJO TECHNO WAS COOL.

Zoryn just SHRUGGED. Then why was he so surprised to see her, HMMMMMM??? Zoryn was doubting him. He didn't strike her as the sharpest tool in the shed. Um. No offense or anything. At least she didn't think he was a Dark Lord. It could've been worse.

"That's too bad, sir!" A dance party HERE would've been AWESOME. But she was also glad he didn't because if he had one and didn't invite her then Zoryn would've been WAY offended. And before she could get another word in--which was the REAL surprise of the day--he began playing funky banjo music??? WHAT. Dude. This was AWESOME!!! Really weird. But MOSTLY awesome.

Zoryn didn't need to be told twice. As soon as the music began playing, she was twirling and dancing her way around the entire dancefloor. "Y'know, I don't know why Derf thinks you're evil!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up and bouncing to another tile. "You're actually kind of fun, Professor!!!" Now if only Herbology could be turned into a dance party... Then maybe Zoryn wouldn't have to drop it next term. What a shame.

.....right. This was the second time he had heard of Derfael believing he was a dark wizard/evil, and he wondered if the boy were slandering his name left and right and EVERYWHERE. He found it.....

Amusing. Dead amusing. And the more he thought about it...hmm. His mischievous side was at work in the cogs in his brain. Wheels were spinning, and he looked briefly into space before chortling at Zoryn once more. "Does he now?" he simply asked. "I wonder why. He doesn't like plants, you know." Could have something to do with that. "How many people does he tell about this idea of his?" because Paul thought it was hilarious. First Dora had told him..now...this. "Is this what you came to tell me?"

Paul Myers - aka DARK WIZARD. What would his dark wizard pseudonym be, eh? Plant Man was too lame. Poncho Paul was already a nickname that he was quite fond of. This would take a long thought process...and Milton's input, probably. Or even Regina. She was creative in that regard, somewhat. Peeves, too, perhaps, though having a civil conversation with Peeves was a proposition that the poltergeist would probably not amuse.

“Can you tell Professor Marchand that he’s got to do this to the Gryffindor Common Room?” The light up tiles, that is. Zoryn was a BIG fan. AND Faith and Zor would be able to host the greatest dance party of all time!!! Myers could come too if he wanted. that way it’d be a win-win.

“Mhm,” she nodded, still bouncing from tile to tile. The colors were soooooo pretty. “You’ve gotta ask him, Professor!” Heck if she knew! Zoryn didn’t tend to pay much attention when people spoke. She preferred the Sparknotes version. The important thing was that she always got the main gist of things, but it did cut out some of the explanations. “I dunno, but you’ve got nothing to worry about! You’re not evil, right?” Aside from his evil choice in fashion statements because ponchos were VERY scary. Ugh. Gave her shivers just thinking about it.

As for what she came to tell him. “Actually no, I’ve got some real business to discuss,” and with that she suddenly became serious and stopped the bouncing. But uh, where the heck were they supposed to have this conversation??? ‘Cause it was gonna be super awkward to have to stand in front of each other to discuss all this. “I need to know exactly what kind of cools plants we’re going to learn about in the next mmmm,” she counted on her fingers. “Five years!” It was very important that he gave her this information. “I’d prefer a written schedule if you’ve got one, but if not you can just name ‘em all for me, I’ve got a good memory.”

She waited.

Weeeeeellllll again, Paul didn't want Marchand stealing his thunder! He smiled, though. "What if not everyone else wants these in the common room, m'dear?" had she even thought about that? Also what if Paul DIDN'T WANT OTHER PEOPLE DOING THIS? HMM? HAD SHE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT?

Pfffft.

Paul rubbed his forehead in such an I YI YI way. "Being a dark wizard doesn't equate to being evil, Zoryn," he said softly, echoing a very Gryffindor student of his in this moment. Dora would be proud of him. "But no, I am not a dark wizard. I choose to practice in the light," he said with a wink. "I will ask Derf, of course, if I ever get the chance to." It wasn't like Derf came to see him often, sans that time when he was very mad at Reed and Hirsch. And someone else, but Paul couldn't remember.

....

.......


KIND OF??? KIND OF FUN? ONLY KIND OF? He was OFFENDED, Zoryn Spinnet! "Excuse you. I am PLENTY fun." He wore PONCHOS for Merlin's sake!

And as for her question, he pursed his lips slightly in thought. "Well...I'm afraid I don't make my lesson plans that far ahead, m'dear. I usually make it the year before....for each year level, too. And sometimes I have key plants I know I want to hit that particular year....like mandrakes, I try to do one in first year and another in Fifth, more advance stuff...but....I can't tell you EVERYTHING I am going to do. I'm sorry?"

"Maybe we could do a temporary one in the Common Room," she nodded. Problem solved! Either that or Professor Myers would have to allow Zor to throw a couple of dance parties HERE instead. And she was very sure he was a busy man, so it would probably be best in the Common Room. She was doing it all for him. Mhm. THAT is the kinda stuff she had thought about.

Mhmmmmmmm.

"It doesn't?" Then what did 'dark wizard' mean? "I choose to practice in the light too, Professor," something they had in common! "That way I can see if I'm doing it right," practicing in the dark sounded like a headache. She didn't know what the wink was for either because as far as Zoryn was concerned, most people practiced magic in the light too. Practicing in the dark sounded counterproductive. She thought he should know.

Yeah.

Kind of.

She just shrugged.

But THE real reason why she was here was to find out all the cool plants they were going to learn for the rest of her Hogwarts career. HMMMMM. Zoryn thought about this for a moment. Well if she couldn't be absolutely sure that they weren't going to learn about COOL plants then... Hm. So Professor Marchand said she couldn't drop the class until after OWLs year, but Zoryn wasn't about to take his no as her answer. So alas,"No Sir, I'm sorry," she nodded, trying to somber up a little. "Unfortunately I've got to drop your class," she nodded saaaaadly. Not really, but she had to pretend to be sad about it so that she wouldn't offend him.

And she was a very good actress.

Which is why she needed to drop the class in the first place. It all came full circle.