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Bazinga
He listened to the head boy speak, well this was interesting. "Well I do appreciate the welcome and the apology. My nephew has just been sorted into that house and I wave very disappointed when he said the prefects had a hand in it. I do hope your leadership is a bit higher then the rest. If you don't give yourself high standards you will never meet the potential you are can have." Moving out of the way of the door he offered the boy entrance, only if he wanted to of course. "If you would like to come in I have some tea, I think." Had his wife packed it?
Good kids and getting energy out. It was a shame they didn't have quidditch, but that was no excuse to act the way these children were acting. "I hope you are correct on that. I will be expecting more order in my classroom then what I saw at the feast."
Yoongi smiled when he heard that he appreciated the welcome, smiled when he appreciated the apology and smile again when the new Charms Professor told him that his nephew was sorted in Gryffindor as well. However, that smile faded away when said nephew had said that the Prefects had a hand in the food fight.
He looked uncomfortable now. He knew that the Prefects had nothing to do with it as they had been the targets, him the most... But if he said anything, this nephew would get in a lot of trouble for lying. And, well....kids lie... But if he didnt that would make it sound like the Prefects HAD something to do with it. Argh this was difficult!
"Uhm, i uh... Don't know" he said , paused for a moment and then ran his hand through his hair in slight frustration.
As the Professor stepped aside and offered tea, he relaxed a bit. He didn't have any specific questions but he always found it difficult to say no to tea.
"sure, no sugar please. he said and stepped inside.
The room looked...well it looked like a normal office to be honest. With the big bookcase , desk and chairs and all. As he looked at the pictures om the wall and smiled again.
"Is your son a Quidditch player, Sir?" he asked as he pointed his thumb over his shoulder while he looked at the Professor.