After walking all around the Herbology area and wondering where in the heck June's office was, Williamson FINALLY thought he out to check out the greenhouses. And luckily, he was closest to greenhouse five at this point in his wanderings, and so he opened that door first.

"Uhhhh, hello?" he called out, walking in and following the tune of the radio tinkling from somewhere. He nearly tripped over a vine on the floor, but caught himself before he lost his footing. This was very different from Rainwater's area. Very, very different. But he was here, and he had something in his pocket to welcome his former student to... well, back to Hogwarts, so he wasn't giving up on finding her desk just yet.

Even if he was feeling grumpy about it.

June was definitely in there somewhere. But it was probably a good thing that he called out for her, otherwise she'd never try and get out of the corner where she was lovingly wrestling some vines as well.

She had a complicated relationship with these vines of hers. They were wild and stubborn, just the way she liked them.

The moment she heard Williamson's voice though, she scrambled away from them and moved toward him with a WIDE smile.

"You know I was just thinking of showing up at your door with some tea" she chimed, wiping away some dirt off her hands on a rag. "But I am so glad you are here!"

She was a fan of the man. Did he know?

Swooooooooop swoooooooop SWOOOOP!

Furmgoat had had a particularly large lunch and was therefor flying a little more lopsided and a little more zig zaggy than usual. Which was to say that he may or may not and swooped when he should have fwooped and zagged when he should have zigged, landing himself on the opposite side of the grounds before arriving at the correct destination with a letter attached to his leg wrapped in a jade colored ribbon. It was a peculiar request from a customer, but the tawny owl's big brother (the shopkeeper) had not seemed as out of sorts about it as the owl himself who did NOT want to have something so silky and slipper attached to its legs. Therefore the larger lunch had happened as a treat and incentive.

But Furmagoat was here and swooooooping in through the door with several loud HOOT HOOTs as the little tawny owl looked for somewhere to land.

Ah, perhaps on this man's head?

Swooooooooooop PLOP!

Yes. This would do nicely.

Though the letter was not for him but the lady with the bright smile.

"Hoot hoot hoot!" Furmagoat puffed up and shook his feathers eagerly for her to come take the letter from his leg and preferably before the little rumble in his tummy secreted out from under his tail feathers upon the man's head.

Oh ho ho, was she? This, and that wide smile, alarmed William somewhat, but not as much as an OWL SUDDENLY LANDING ON HIS HEAD! SLJDLSDJFD! BIRDS!

"Son of a---" Williamson reached his long arm up and plucked the owl off his head, holding it by its legs/bottom and holding it oUT from him as he eyed it. If it were going to relieve itself on him, he'd PREFER that to happen on his hand and not on his head. Merlin. The creatures were out to get him today, he SWORE. This wouldn't even be the first accident of the school year, and ya know, he already had enough white/gray hairs without adding a few dozen owl-flavored more.

Anyway, what was he about to say? He'd completely forgotten thanks to this creature distraction. "I think this is for you," Willy said sourly, tempted to shake the owl in June's direction, but settling instead just holding it out towards her. "I probably have an owl treat in my pocket if you..." Just, ya know, would take the owl from him.

Oh dear.

Oh no.

June watched in absolute horror as the Owl tried to POOP on the older man's head, adding to his grumpiness. Oh merlin, oh merlin.

Feeling stupidly embarrassed, she quickly reached out to take the owl from him and nodded, "ah yes, it's from my sister, I wasn't expecting it though - I didn't even know she'd miss me enough to write a letter, must be something urgent" Over explanation? Very much, yes.

Self awareness? Not so much, no. He should know this is not at all how she wanted to greet him after all!

" - do you have siblings, Professor Williamson?" Wait, that is what she should call him, right??? Or was she old enough to call him Williamson? William? Sir? What a disaster.

Furmgoat let out a rather perturbed combination of a squawk and a hoot as he was manhandled by his choice of perch. Head rotating nearly all the way around, the owl clicked its beak together to let the man know just how perturbed it was and made a go for one of the buttons on his shirt. He was rather fond of buttons. The lady's much more slender and more gentle hands were met with a small nip to her thumb, but nothing vicious and considerably less perturbed. She was the intended recipient, so he was on his best behavior for her and gave his leg a little wiggle for her to take the letter and the awful jade ribbon off.

The letter, once she tore the wax seal, read as follows:

His job done, the little owl looked expectantly at the lady. Treat, please? Hoot hoot!

Right, thank Merlin it DIDN'T relieve itself yet. Williamson gently swatted the goat owl away from the button it was eying with one hand while his other dug around in his extended pocket for a treat. He found one and held it out to the owl, feeling a bit useless while she explained who the letter was from.

"I do have a sibling," he admitted, feeling a bit guilty now for literally never contacting her. "She's a bit....." nuts? "much though." A bit much, yep. That was the tip of the iceberg.

He attempted to poke the owl in its beak with the treat so she could have a moment to read the urgent letter. HERE YA GO, FURMGOAT.

"I think my sister will say the same about me" she grinned at her former professor. It was true. "But then ... we are all worth it" She was just being cheeky ; a thing she would have never dared back when had been his student. "Who else do you have at home?" she asked, totally trying not to sound inquisitive at all.

Making sure Furmgoat was perched upon her arm and not moving away, she then untied the letter and opened it up.

"Oh no" she exclaimed because yikes. She had definitely not anticipated the chaos Jade was clearly in right now. "Oh no, oh no" she further let out with a groan. UGH.

A series of emotions later, she sighed and shook her head because she DID miss her sister too.

Were they though? Williamson tilted his head at June in a slight doubtful way. "Uh, no one?" Didn't she know his home was here, at Hogwarts now? He'd sold all his possessions and moved to Alaska a while ago, and then only just come back for this job. "I used to have a crup, but he died."

Er. Awkward. She could have done without that knowledge, probably. Fortunately, the owl was doing something, right? Causing a distraction? Why else would June be chanting oh no oh no oh no?

"Need a hand?" He produced another owl treat from his pocket, this time beckoning Furmy over to him. "You can write back to her right away if you want. I was just stopping by to say hi."

OH! And he had something for her. "And to give you this, uh, welcome to staff gift." Williamson produced something else from his other pocket, a small little wrapped bar. "It's mooncalf milk soap. Found it in Hogsmeade, made by a local feller. Glows in the dark, usually."

He grunted and handed it over to her.

Oh gosh.

Why was Professor Williamson's life so bleak? He deserved better. Sympathetic, the brunette shook her head at his offer and moved to set the Owl down near a window so she could maybe get her former teacher some tea.

"I think this letter can wait. I mean - not really, but my sister would understand" June assured with a fond smile - which only grew bigger when he offered a gift next!

"For me? Really??" He REALLY shouldn't have. But June LOVED gifts, so this was absolutely perfect. "Thank you so much" she said, holding the gift with both her hands, "so this means I can get you something too now!" she added next with much excitement.

And somehow she already knew what she wanted to give him.

His life WAS bleak, and he WAS aware of it; thus why he did not discuss it very often. "Oh, uh, alright," he watched as she pretty much rid herself of the owl. Hopefully it wouldn't decide to relieve itself on them now or later, as it was now free to fly around the greenhouse-office. "This is an interesting place to put your desk, by the way," he added as he glanced around. "I like what you've done with the place." She certainly had style. The students would probably love this place.

Oh--- oh no. "No no no, no no," Williamson wafted a tanned hand around, shaking his head and everything. "I'm not new here. Don't need anything." Grunt. "But if you do happen to see the bloke selling soap in Hogsmeade, tell him I said hi? Maybe you can buy a few more bars from him?"

The man had helped with the kneazle project last year and WWW had a feeling that guy would be a useful contact for finding creatures of all sorts. The guy did, after all, milk the mooncalves himself. So WWW approved of him. He shoved his hands in his pockets, not sure what to say next. "Guess I should be going. You probably have a class to get ready for." New teachers and whatnot, needed more time to prepare.

The tawny owl was all too pleased at the offering of a treat and was so quick to accept it that his sharp little beak nipped at the man's fingers. Gobbling it up and pausing for a moment to ruffle his feathers, Furmgoat waited to be absolutely sure that the woman read the letter and that it had been delivered in one piece. There were some concerns to it's handling while swooping and zagging through some trees along the way. But, seeing as everything was as it should be, the owl stretched his wings and gave a grateful couple of hoots before taking flight once again.

Hoot hoot! Until next time!