Paul let go of the boy when he shoved him away--he was much too concerned with this apparently trapped KITTEN in here. But then...

The boy sneezed.

And Paul knew. It was no kitten! It was the BOY. Paul's instincts went into overdrive, and he peered at him curiously...and concernedly. "Are you okay? You seem sick....have you taken potions? Do you need any? I have plenty extra--oh dear--" he pulled out a little package of tissues still wrapped in the plastic. Paul had a fondness for Tweety Bird...what a cute muggle show...from a long, long time ago.

"Here. You need more than I do....I'm Professor Myers, by the way--" he smiled broadly and waited. "I'm glad to see some students taking an interest in the Greenery."