Paul was growing VERY hungry. Food always came after the biiiiiig speech, right? Well, the Herbologist wouldn't rush Botros, ever, so he supposed he could deal with it. But it was a-rumbling away!

He turned and leaned over his seat, smiling over at....the woman with the friendly face [Moxley]. "Oh! That...is NOT a bad idea--" he winked and flapped his poncho a bit, like wings.

(It really, really wasn't a bad idea at all.)

"....We can have an after feast feast." He told her, teasingly, because really, all Paul wanted to do after this feast was catch some major ZZZZZ's. Man was whooped OUT, not to mention FIRST DAY OF CLASSES tomorrow that he needed to be up extra early to prepare for! "I'm Paul Myers, by the way--new Herbology professor!"

Leobald Kitridge, the librarian! "Ooooh. I DO enjoy the library! I spent so much time there while here at school--yes, please plan on seeing lots of this beautifully-" he barked with laughter--"Youthful face." it was all a big joke, see. Paul was old and wrinkly! At least, HE thought himself super funny and whatnot, so of COURSE he was chortling away. "And if you ever find yourself needing to get away from the insolation of the books, please do come visit my greenhouses! They've been prepared in a lovely manner--yes--I think everyone could use a little fresh AIR sometimes and stuff--" but he was babbling. "Excuse me. I've talked your ear off, I'm sorry."

He wiggled around in his seat, turning to face the Headmaster when he suddenly stood to speak. Lots of pretty words. Merlin, Botros could weave a basket of a speech, couldn't he? He just nodded a lot...and waved and smiled cheerfully when his name was announced.

Yep.

Him.

Big, bad, Herbology professor right here.

TIME. TO. EAT.

Paul wasted NO time in pulling his plate that was now filled with food towards him, grabbing a fork and knife, and cutting into whatever...this was. He stayed away from anything that looked like meat...he didn't want to accidentally offend his diet choices. What he needed...was a nice, big SALAD. Or a PASTA or something...Mhmm. He would miss Milton's cooking...dearly.

...but Merlin, as he chewed his food, he had to eye the Astronomy professor...what was this guy?! HMM? Declaring HE, PAUL MYERS, had DRAGON POX! He swallowed and waved his fork around in front of him in protest. "I ASSURE you, again, I do NOT have the dragon pox--" he didn't get WHY this younger fellow continued to argue with him. "Is this some sort of HAZING ceremony for the new staff? To accuse them of nonexistent diseases?!" he surely hoped not! PAUL WOULD NOT STAND FOR IT.

He shoveled another forkful of food into his mouth and squinted in Airey Flamsteed's general direction. Watching you, cadet.