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Kurumi slowly walked into Mr. Gevrik's office still holding the Quibbler in her one hand and her other in her pocket where Momotaro was still sleeping. Seeing as Walnut kept insisting on trying to eat the poor pygmy puff, she couldn't leave the poor thing in the dorms. "I-I-I'm fine," Kurumi bowed quickly. She wasn't sure she could drink anything at the moment, although a nice hot cup of green tea sure seemed like a good idea at the moment. She looked at the chairs and wondering if she should have a seat or to just continue to stand there. She had been raised to not sit until the host had said it was alright to do so. Mother said it wouldn't be polite.
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Tazenhani He had to admit, the office looked simple and honest enough. Plain and yet decorated sufficiently to pass as a Professor's or a staff member's. Technically, that was what Ikenna was but in Sabel's opinion, he still had to prove that and earn the position. Appointment by the ministry was one thing, acceptance was a whole other game.
Checking to see if this was indeed the right office and the right person leading them in, he spared Gevrik a glance as he slipped into the room. A glance and a slight nod. May as well try to be nice.
Stepping into the room, he paused off to the side of the center, frowning slightly. He couldn't say he was completely comfortable with sitting with his back to the man just yet and so opted out for standing. This way, he could keep an eye on Ikenna and Satine to make sure she was doing okay. It was one thing speaking up when you were outside of someone's office, another when you were in their private quarters. One thing was for sure, this was going to be interesting.
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Lezleighd Satine followed everyone into the office and took in everything in the room in a quick glance. It was not what she had expected at all...well she wasn't really sure what she had expected but it wasn't like this at all. His office looked alot like her father's did...a little odd.
She smiled at him when he offered them refreshment. His kindness and hospitality just earned him some points in her book. "No sir, thank you for asking." she said shaking her head slightly.
She decided to just lean against the back wall in stead of taking a seat. She always became fidgety if she was sitting down and being still for too long.
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Zoerawrr "Yeah," Jake merely replied, nodding his head at Gevrik before waiting to be led into the guy's office.
And there they were, and Jake was immediately looking at the shelves and ignoring the chairs that appeared because, well... all the better to look around at the office. "What books do you have?" the young man asked, staring over at the shelving unit.
He loved looking at books and something that fascinated him was seeing the books other people possessed.
On the one hand, Jake RARELY accepted food or drink from other people, especially new people, but on the other, he sure was thirsty.
"D'you have any butterbeer? I'd like some if you do."
So what if it was poisoned? Jake wouldn't exactly mind if the man killed him, whereas he'd then have to deal with witnesses and would THEN have to deal with Tate being mad at him for offing four students.
No.
He figured it would be fine.
He just kept looking at the shelves, still gripping onto his sunglasses in his collar, as though touching them would have to same effect... or maybe in case there was an eye contact emergency.
"You all may sit; that is what the chairs are for," Gevrik pointed out to the students with an obvious note of humour in his voice.
He nodded to show that he had heard Jake and moved around to the shelves behind his desk. Tapping a teapot on the lowest shelf with his wand, Gevrik took a seat, pointed his wand at the bottom left desk drawer, and summoned out a bottle of butterbeer for the Hufflepuff.
"I heard these drinks were quite the popular beverage around young adults," he said conversationally as the bottle slowly floated to a stop on the corner of his desk.
"Naturally, I thought it best to stock up."
He settled back into his seat, his wand already tucked away as if it had never been out, and folded his hands into a steeple. Ikenna glanced from Gryffindor, to Ravenclaw, to Hufflepuff, and back to Gryffindor with a calm and cordial countenance.
"Now then, who would like to go first?"