Soooooooooooooooooo....this, er, wasn't awkward or anything.

Nope. Not. At. All.

Wringing his hands as he approached the door, Derf took a look at the badge pinned to his robes and sighed heavily. First FULL day at Hogwarts and he was already going to his Head of House with something that...well...he probably shoulda gotten taken care of ages ago really. Like, oh saaaaaaaaay...the day he lost his actual badge to the bush. But alas.

Removing the badge from his robes and clutching it in his left fist, the Hufflepuff knocked on the door twice, firmly...........and waited.

Ugh.

Hanna had been told all about Paul, or... she should probably say Professor Myers, by her Gruncle Art. She'd also been asked by him to pop into the Herbologists office, which was where she wandered to. ALL BY HERSELF. Without getting lost. She knocked on the door, reassuring herself that even though he was a Professor, AND a Head of House, he was nice. Gruncle Art had said so. In fact, he'd told Hanna all these stories, which she mostly listened to, about the OLD OLD days at Hogwarts. Apparently Professor Myers and her Gruncle had gone here together, although not in the same year. AND THEN they were Professors here together! Hanna thought that was pretty neat, even though some of his stories were a little boring.

Paul could spend aaaaaallllll day in his meeting space over his office. He counted the fish....he relaxed. He missed Zelda, but felt it was the right thing to do this term...leave her home with Milton. It was just too quiet, though, and he wondered if he should take some of those rodents from the common room and put them in his office. Certainly not in here with all the fish. Might frighten the rodents.

But it was serene, and Paul felt more relaxed than usual when he heard a knock on his door.

"Come right in!" he called out...just WAITING to see what this student would think about his meeting space THIS term...AH! Who could it BE now?

Paul had been in his office this time, getting some last minute lesson plans done when he heard the knock. Time to scoot on over to his meeting space, which he DID and quite PROMPTLY, too. He opened the door to see...

"HANNA!" He cried loudly and ruffffffled her hair. "Art's niece! HELLLLLLO! He wrote to me about you--how are you? Come in, come in!"

Oh how he missed his fellow silver fox! Arthur Newton! What a man! What a legend!

It seemed that a lot happened in a few seconds. Hanna was expecting to introduce herself to HIM, but it appeared that he already knew her! She let out a delighted giggle when the man ruffled her hair, and she instantly felt at ease.

"Hello Professor Myers! I just... well," she was invited inside! She stepped into the... the... "What's this place?" she asked in amazement. She'd been to the Aquarium in London a few months ago, and it reminded her of this. Her neck did some amazing back bending as she looked up and took in all the FISH. It cast a lovely colour in the... office? And was full of pillows and bean bags! How extraordinary. "I really like this area," she said. "Where did the fish come from?" How did it all work? Were they REAL? Was it an illusion? What was on the top of the tank?

One of the FIRST things June really wanted to do was go down and talk to the Herbology professor. She was often a very shy person in larger groups, but one-on-one she was fine, ESPECIALLY when it came to plants. And potions, too, buthonestly she wasn't sure what she thought of the potions master yet, so she figured that the herbology professor might be her best first step.

She found it odd that this professor had not an office but a 'meeting space'. Didn't all professors have offices? Oh well, sounded like something her mother would have done too had she become a professor instead of a homesteader.

She took a deep breath and centred herself, patting her robes a few times to calm her nerves. Her first time PROPERLY talking to a professor... she was terrified. She lifted her hand and knocked three times.

Whistling had happened as Ignatius made his way down to Paul's office...er, meeting space...er, over-sized fish tank? One of those, yes. It was a beautiful autumn day out, the sun felt warm against his face, his leg was mended, and class had proceeded this morning without too many issues. Only a few attempts had been vanished to be started over. So down toward the greenhouses he strolled, hands in his pockets and whistling.

He'd taken a quick stroll around the greenhouse to check how the pumpkins were coming along first. He hadn't spotted Myers in there though, so here was the next obvious spot. Three rhythmic taps on the door happened - two fast, one slow - announcing Ignatius' presence. Hopefully the journey hadn't been a wasted one.

"This...is my meeting space. I believe more intellectual and affective conventions happen between students and their instructors when in a new and interesting room. It changes every few months!" he explained proudly. Because he WAS proud of his handiwork and GROUNDBREAKING educational stance.

Oh. The fish.

"Don't...ask about the fish," he chuckled nervously. "They were acquired...by me...um..that's all you need to KNOW." Ahem. Luckily she was too young to...think about his acquirement of the fish, eh?


KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Three of 'em, sharp. Paul was in his office, reading a book for fun for once in his LIFE and not for work or research...and he was being disturbed! He didn't mind. He merely folded the corner of the page and shut his book, tucking it under his arm as he slipped into the meeting space, the ocean-y glow making him look like POISEDON.

Well, not quite. He was old and slightly out of shape. BUT POSEIDON'S GAY BROTHER, PROBABLY, WHO WAS FRUMPY BUT AWESOME.

Ahem.

He opened the door and beamed. "Hello there.....uh, JUNE." He knew names sometimes. "Come on in, m'dear!"

Paul was LOUNGING in his meeting space, doing some half-butted yoga and whatnot. The knocks came abruptly and he smirked. "Come right in!" he called out loud enough for the visitor to hear. "But you must take your shoes off before you enter!"

Not true. But he felt like messing with someone. He had his own feet bare currently...since...yoga and all.

June's eyes widened. The professor knew her name? Even though she barely spoke in class so far? She was stupefied, except not truly because she knew she wanted to chat with him.

"H-hi... uh... Professor." She began, a bit of blush coming up under her freckles. "I just, uh, wanted to say hi, outside of class... I really like herbology." She said, wondering if she was coming off as awkward as she felt. She gripped the sides of her robes until her knuckles turned white.

Aha, the man was in. That was good news indeed. Ignatius had just taken the handle to open the door, when Paul's next request was voiced. His brow furrowed, and he shook his head. Like a hippogriff's hind hooves he was taking his shoes off before entering! The man hadn't even left a chair outside for him to sit on.

It had to be a joke. Please say it was a joke.

It was the sort of thing Myers would do just to rile him.

Ignoring the request, Ignatius pushed open the door and blinked. Yoga was NOT something he'd be caught trying in a hurry. And yet...he had a horrible feeling that would be Paul's next demand.

"Do you...have a minute?"

Hanna listened in AWE. Was this man also a psychologist? He seemed to know how to foster an encouraging environment. "Every few months! WOW!" She was AMAZED. "Does it take an awful lot of work to cast the spells?" They were the work of spells, weren't they?

Hanna suspected something FISHY going on about the fish. "Well... will they be alive when the room changes again?" She just wanted to make SURE they wouldn't all be flushed into oblivion.

"My Gruncle wanted me to come and he said to introduce me to his old friend." She said this with a smile, because even though her Gruncle, and as such Professor Myers, were very old, she didn't mind. She pulled a little drawstring bag from the pocket in her robes and held it out. "This is some tea he made for you, it's... he called it his Hufflepuff brew. I think it has white tea, pear, toffee flavour and hazelnut pieces." She'd had some, at home of course. She hadn't taken the liberties of making a cup of tea from Professor Myers' GIFT. "It's delicious." If one liked tea, that was.

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Paul could spend aaaaaallllll day in his meeting space over his office. He counted the fish....he relaxed. He missed Zelda, but felt it was the right thing to do this term...leave her home with Milton. It was just too quiet, though, and he wondered if he should take some of those rodents from the common room and put them in his office. Certainly not in here with all the fish. Might frighten the rodents.

But it was serene, and Paul felt more relaxed than usual when he heard a knock on his door.

"Come right in!" he called out...just WAITING to see what this student would think about his meeting space THIS term...AH! Who could it BE now?

The fish swimming around were a nice distraction from his wringing of his fingers and nervous in place penguin waddles while he waited for Professor Myers to answer his knocks. Plus, it got him thinking about his plan with Chloe the windows looking out into the lake in the Slytherin common room and how he REALLY needed to practice that Transfiguration spell and a Bubble Head Charm (perfect that second one, rather) before they put their plan into action.

But his thoughts were disrupted when he heard his Head of House call from within, jolting the Hufflepuff out of his fantasy and sending an uncomfortable chill down his spine. He was also pretty sure - though he know it to be physically impossible - sure he saw one of the fish smile and laugh at his plight.

So it was with a deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep breath that he pulled open the door and stepped inside, greeting the man with an incredibly awkward and forced toothy grin that probably made him look a bit like a kappa was, er, having it's way with him...you know. Which really was just the fourth year's way of illustrating that he was, in fact, grimacing.

Big time.

"Hi Professor Myers," he greeted, that same grimace hardly changing as he talked through his bared teeth.

Secreting confidence here. Yup.

Of course he knew her name! She was a badger, and he was her head of house! "Well come on in--" he hoped she enjoyed fish? Or water? Because...HEH!

"Oh...June..." he grinned widely. "That is so sweet of you to say! Do you have a keen interest in plants?" he asked. Because when someone was passionate...it just...it made teaching them much easier. "Would you like a cup of herbal tea?" he asked her before he sat down because he didn't want to FLOP all comfortably into one of the bean bags if she wanted tea. He'd just have to get up again! Might as well waaaaaait!

"I have...a minute...or thirty...depending," he said serenely before eyeing the man's SHOES. "Iggy, I'd really prefer if you took your shoes off, yes?" a twinkle in his eyes as he requested it, again.

And DOWNWARD DOG. Bum wiggle. Paul adde this own flair to yoga anytime he did. "What did you need, Ignatius? I assume this isn't just a pleasant visit?" The surlier man did NOT seem the type!

A small group of fish passed by on the side where Iggy was standing, right above his head, and Paul chuckled. "Do you like my fish?"



Paul nodded. "It does. But nothing I can't handle." He winked. Magic was...an old hat when you're old, dear. Well, not always...but most of the time. Plus, Paul still found ways to make, magic fun.

"Of course m'dear! They'll go to a very nice home in a few months...probably a fish lover. Some people really enjoy having large tanks of fish." It wasn't a favorite hobby of his, but he wasn't exactly NOT enjoying having the fish right now. Feeding them and stuff...it made him miss having Zelda here less.

OOOOohhh! "Oh ARTHUR. What a lovely man, your uncle is! And this tea SMELLS amazing..." because Paul had taken the tea when she handed it to him and taken a laaaaarge sniff. Goodness, it was the perfect mixture for a "Hufflepuff" brew. For some reason it just seemed to fit. "Thank, you both so much Hanna!"

Paul squinted at Derfael as he made his entrance. "M'boy... are your teeth hurting?" he asked. Because it looked like the boy was in pain right now. "Do you need some sooth tea or...something,? Something cooling? Or maybe lukewarm, depending on what kind of sensitivity you are experiencing."

He had definitely warmed to the boy after the last few terms. Well, mostly last term. The boy was...dramatic, to say the least, but also had lots of passion, heart, kindness, and pretty much the embodiment of a good Hufflepuff. It was why Paul had wanted him to have the badge! "What can I help you with today?" Besides...teeth?

June's eyes grew large when she saw the inside fo the meeting space. SO. MANY. FISH!!! "Woah," she said in awe, "This is amazing, professor!" Despite having two magical parents she hadn't quite gotten used to the odd things one can find at Hogwarts yet.

"Yes, sir! I really enjoy plants. My parents are homesteaders, so we grow our own food, magical plants for potions, muggle plants for tinctures, that sort of thing. We live out int he countryside so we sort of deal with magical and non-magical folk alike when selling our wares." she said. "My father also works with magical creatures. The legal ones anyway." She added. She always felt the need to add that little caveat... there were so many ILLEGAL magical creatures that it felt important to add.

"I would love some tea, thank you!" It was the first time she was offered tea at school. She loved tea, which seemed a bit odd for someone her age, at least from the muggles she knew growing up. Maybe it was a witch thing.

She took his invitation for tea also meant an invitation for her to have a seat, so she sat down in one of the chairs. This professor certainly had a way to make ehr feel less nervous, she was glad he was her head of house.

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Paul squinted at Derfael as he made his entrance. "M'boy... are your teeth hurting?" he asked. Because it looked like the boy was in pain right now. "Do you need some sooth tea or...something,? Something cooling? Or maybe lukewarm, depending on what kind of sensitivity you are experiencing."

He had definitely warmed to the boy after the last few terms. Well, mostly last term. The boy was...dramatic, to say the least, but also had lots of passion, heart, kindness, and pretty much the embodiment of a good Hufflepuff. It was why Paul had wanted him to have the badge! "What can I help you with today?" Besides...teeth?

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh....what?

Several awkward moments of rapid blinking later, Derf's cheeks and jaw beginning to ache from keeping his face all tight like he was helped him figure out what the Herbology professor was alluding to. "Oh..uh...er...no...teeth are fine," he assured the man. "Eat loads of chocolate cause gotta keep my chocolate frog collection growing...but I brush and floss and all that..." So he was going to try and relax his face, but it didn't seem to want to cooperate right now.

Especially at the mention of tea.

And now Derf was missing Dora. Sigh.

"Um...well..." Sighing somewhat defeatedly, Derf turned his hand over and opened his fingers to reveal the badge. "It's about...this badge..."

As the students in his classes were no doubt aware, there were many ways to get on Ignatius' wick. Calling him Iggy was definitely one of them. Paul, he was sure was aware of this, and had been for a decently long period of time. So this was either was a curiously brave deed...or an incredibly stupid one. Noble's cheek twitched. "And I'd really rather not, you ol' devil," he replied. "If I lower meself down into one of those droopy things trying to masquerade as chairs, I'll never get back up."

A slight exaggeration, for sure, but he really saw no reason why he needed to take off his shoes. Especially when it would only encourage the Herbology professor to get him to try the yoga malarkey once he was down there. And talking of which...

"Flippin' flitterbys, Paul...do you have to?" Ignatius looked away from the...well, whatever that jiggling movement was meant to be, his gaze suddenly very interested in the fish swimming overhead. La-de-dahhh. The Potions professor could be sociable when he wanted to be, and hadn't constrained this to just being a work visit until right about that very moment. Now he was distinctly regretting not just asking the man at lunch.

He coughed loudly. "Yes, they're very...fishy. I, er...wanted to check how the pumpkins are coming along."

Amazing? Well of course. Paul thought himself quite the brilliant wizard, yes? He was confident in his abilities and knew where his weaknesses (yes, PLURAL) lay. "Oh! That sounds really cool, m'dear. Send me some herbs and veggies any ole' time you want!" he winked, teasing her, because hey, WHO DIDN'T ENJOY FREE STUFF? And he was her head of house, perhaps she'd feel the need to bribe him one day.

Not that...he took bribes. Or anything. Ahem. Never.

UM WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT ILLEGAL CREATURES, CHILD? Paul cleared his throat innocently and felt his cheeks turn red, but he merely CHUCKLED it off. AHEM AHEM AHEM. "That is very...interesting. You must lead an interesting life outside of Hogwarts, child." Much like Paul did. "My husband and I own a vineyard that our estate is on...and I have three greenhouses there that I tend to." It was a nice business, yes.

She did want tea, so he merely smiled and said, "Well I'll be right back. I've got to brew some." And he left the door to his actual office open as he hummed along and waited for the water to booooooil.

The.....badge?

Paul fixed his grey-blue eyes on the boy with confusion clearly written into all lines on his face. "Um...what about it?" He leaned in...and squinted...was that...even...the right....badge???

It was always something with Derf, wasn't it? The boy could never enjoy his life and relax for a minute, could he? Granted, it had grown increasingly clearer to Paul that he found his endearing rather than annoying, which was good for the Hufflepuff prefect. "If you've come to ask if you deserve it, well, yes, you do. So we can skip that debate, yes?"

OLE' DEVIL. Paul nearly slid over on his side, doubled in laughter, but he covered his mouth with BOTH his hands to keep it all in. OLE DEVIL. "You're younger than I am, Ignatius! You can do it." He smiiiiiled. Not at all evilly.

And, "YES I do have to do yoga so my old joints don't just get all rigid on me!" he said, but he relaxed his entire body and just...flopped on the ground, sprawled out. Was he trying to irritate Ignatius on purpose? Perhaps. It was proving entertaining thus far.

THE PUMPKINS!

Paul sat up suddenly!

"They're GREAT, Iggy! Now that you're asking--yes--they look wonderful!"

After weeks of contemplating over this moment, Flynn was here, standing in front of Old Man Myers’ door, holding a WADA application that he had requested through the mail. He knew he still had a little less than a year to decide if he would apply to take courses at the university following graduation, but he was trying to decide IF this was what he wanted to do.

Didn’t WADA cost money to attend? Money he didn’t have.

Also, shouldn’t he get some more acting (possibly singing, if he considered going that route) lessons so he would be more than just okay-ish before diving head first into theatre courses?

So many questions and concerns, and only one person that could help him. Surprisingly, that one person was the same person he thought he would never end up liking. Six years later, and the old man grew on him.... shockingly.

He rolled up the application and used it to knock on the door.

"And your point is?" Ignatius replied dryly. Yes, he saw that look in the Herbology Professor's eyes, and no, he still didn't want to take his shoes off. "Of course I can do it. I'm just choosing not to. I'm quite comfortable how I am." Paul did not need to see his holey, mismatched cauldron socks. No thank you.

"Aren't there other ways to do it?" Like...pretty much anything other than yoga. In the meantime he kept his focus on the fish. The ones floating around overhead, not the floppy, floundering one on the yoga mat. Chortle. "You've quite the variety in here. Wouldn't mind a spot of salmon for dinner."

ANYWAYS...pumpkins.

Actually, no. Eyeroll at Paul's use of Iggy again FIRST, and THEN pumpkins.

"Good, good. They'll be big enough to carve, I hope? And what about the foxgloves?"

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The.....badge?

Paul fixed his grey-blue eyes on the boy with confusion clearly written into all lines on his face. "Um...what about it?" He leaned in...and squinted...was that...even...the right....badge???

It was always something with Derf, wasn't it? The boy could never enjoy his life and relax for a minute, could he? Granted, it had grown increasingly clearer to Paul that he found his endearing rather than annoying, which was good for the Hufflepuff prefect. "If you've come to ask if you deserve it, well, yes, you do. So we can skip that debate, yes?"

Derf noticeably tensed when the man peered at the badge. His Color Changing Charm was holding - which was kinda impressive considering his basic skillset with magic, you know? - but it was veeeeeeeery obviously NOT a badger behind the P.

"Uh...well..." he mumbled, ruffling his hair a bit more. "Not exactly, professor. But I reckon someone who properly deserved the badge wouldn't let it be devoured by a flesh-eating shrub after, um, five seconds or so after opening the letter....and stuff..."

This was just amazing! Her face clearly displayed how impressed she was, too, and she decided she'd come BACK every few months to keep track of what was happening. She didn't want to miss out on anything super awesome like this. She was imagining a fairy garden, a horse paddock, a 1920s jazz club! The possibilities were endless.

"Oh, that's good," Hanna said. She didn't think the Ministry would like animals to be harmed in the making of things, even at Hogwarts. But she also hadn't really suspected Professor Myers WOULD hurt the fish, either. "Does Hogwarts have any fish tanks?" She knew there would be some in the lake, amongst other incredible creatures, but she hadn't SEEN a tank yet. Besides this one, of course.

She was really pleased to see Professor Myers liked the tea. She nodded, "He's the BEST. He says he misses it here, but he's really enjoying being a stay-at-home Grandpop. Liesel is so cute now. Well, she's always been cute, but she's getting cuter." Especially now that she could interract with people, and give cuddles, and play with things properly. She was really messy though, especially when she ate.

"Professor, I do have a question for you." To get down to business, too. "At home I have lavender in a little pot and it sits by my bedside, but my mum keeps it alive." Hanna wasn't sure what she did, besides watering it, of course. But she couldn't remember how she planted it, whether it grew inside, or if she had it outside for a while. "I was wondering how difficult it would be to plant some seeds in a little pot and grow it in my dormitory." The smell was calming, but she didn't know if the conditions would be favourable or not.

Tears were streaming down her face as she ran to Professor Myers office. Not tears of sadness, tears of joy and excitement. Not only had she made the house quidditch team, but she had a few dancing roles in the Wizard of Oz. She was overjoyed and had to tell her Head of House. Sure, he must have already known since HE was the one that posted the list and ran the auditions, but not from her mouth.

Narrowly missing the edge of the wall, she rounded the corner, put on the breaks, and knocked on the professor's door. She cleared her throat. “Sir? It’s Emmalyn. Emmalyn Walsh. I’m a Hufflepuff.” Ugh, I’m a Hufflepuff, she thought. Not believing she said that out-loud. Of course he knew she was a Hufflepuff. Afraid she would further embarrass herself, she simply stood outside the door and waited to be invited in.

Zita Valla was having the worst day so far of term, you wouldn't know this by looking at her though. Her hair perfect, her makeup spot on, and her usual smile on her face, no to see her you would think she was on top of her game like she always was, but inside was where her true scars were for the day. She was moody when she woke up, she hated the sound of anyone's voices, it was just one of those days,
then she saw Cam and Liam all happy and lovey-dovey in the common room, barf. Then she wanted to finish her favorite book series and her favorite character of all time died, it was so unexpected, and now this.


It was ridiculous, it was favoritism at it's best. A boy in a part clearly for a girl when there were fantastic girls that should have gotten those parts. Ridiculous and the biggest slap in the face a monkey, her talents and popularity were greater than a horrid ugly monkey. There would be no way in hell she would be playing a monkey.

Knock knock

Paul would have expected Flynn the Troublemaker to be at his office door anymore six years ago than he did right now, today. So when he strolled out of his office and into his aquatic meeting space and opened the door to SEE Flynn.

Wow.

"Flynnly! Come right in, m'boy." He saw the paper in his hand and was...vastly confused, and it probably showed on his face. "This is...what, the first time you've come to my office? In you seventh year? Wow." He winked.



"Well fine. I wouldn't want to cause you discomfort or anything, Iggy," again, with the Iggy. How many times would it take for Ignatius to tell him off? The world would soon find out, eh?

There were plenty of ways to....keep his limbs LIMBer but of course he chose yoga because it also relaxed the mind. Which, he would tell Ignatius, but the man seemed vastly unamused with the lot of this. "None of the fish are for sale. Or for eating. I have to return them in a month," he said with a simple shrug. "So...you eat fish, Iggy?" He didn't take the man for a seafood lover.

The pumpkins...the man needn't worry about them, or the foxgloves. But he smirked slightly. "I'm sorry, Iggy, I only wear faux fur gloves...Merlin, what kind of person are you?" he teased, lightly, even if he DIDN'T believe in wearing real animal skin.

"Is that all?"



Hold up.

There were quite a few things going on in the boy's statement, currently, and much of it made Paul want to laugh, but of course the older man did none of that. "Derfael....a flesh eating shrub...whtever it is, wouldn't eat metal," he said gently. "But would you like an actual Hufflepuff badge?" Because...the lack of a badger was tripping Paul OUT.



Errrrr...."Not that I know of. Besides the lake..." Ahem. Which wasn't a tank. "And I can completely see Arthur being a great granddad. What a lucky man he is!" he said, knowing that he himself would never be a grandfather. He and Milton didn't want children, and even if they did now...well, he was old. He wasn't sure if he felt sad or not...but...he knew he didn't want children. It was almost like he wanted to be a grandparent without the children part.

No matter. He was a godfather to Justin's twins. Veeeeeery lucky twins there. Paul spoiled them ROTTTTTEN.

Oh ho ho! "You want to plant lavender in your dorm?" he asked, making sure he had her idea right. "It wouldn't be too difficult...I don't think..." She was a first year, though. He was trying to remember the exact process. Hmm.



Well then!

To be woken from a yoga-induced daze like that! Emmalyn Walsh, Hufflepuff! Paul chuckled as he opened the door to his meeting space and just....handed her a tissue from his pocket when he saw the happy!teas. "Emmalyn...." He could TELL she was happy because she was smiling. "What is all this crying about, m'dear?!" he asked.

About the list? Character list? Emmalyn got to dance! Surely she was happy about that--but the tears?!



Not soon after comforting Emmalyn, he had another knock, and Paul thought he wasn't destined to get his yoga done today. "Come in!" he called out from his downward dog stance on the floor of the beautifully blue-esque room from all the fish and water and...

Oh it was so relaxing! So tranquil. Little did he know.....there was a complaint coming his way!

She was standing there tapping her foot, not happy, not happy at all. After a moment she heard Profesor M say to come in and she did just that. She opened the door and marched right in. She still couldn't believe, not at all, she rocked her audition and well look at her she was not a monkey and how could he put her there. Honestly, she was set up by haters and to her shock, it seemed like Professor M was one of those haters trying to bring her down.

"Excuse me sir, but I need to speak to you about the play. I mean I need to tell you that I will not be doing it. You can take your monkey and make it fly on its own. I do not agree with you in this decision and will not waste my face as small pathetic part as a monkey."


Did he really think she would put up with that, no sir she was not.