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Were Myers not Jaemin's favourite professor (well, in reality he was in a five way tie for first, but he was ever so slightly ahead of the others sometimes because PLANTS), he probably would have immediately stood up and hightailed it out of the classroom as the sudden onset of theatrics. As it were, the small boy sat frozen in his seat, eyes wide and fixed on... whatever Paul Myers was doing. A glass of water was clutched in his hands, still mostly full, and it was a very good thing it was sitting on the table and had not been at his mouth when the professor had come in, or he would have spit it everywhere.
Just everywhere. Water all over the place.
Absently detaching a hand from the glass, Jaemin scratched at his cheek, moving his eyes to the roses and keeping them there. Plants were never awkward.
"The oils and stuff on your skin can affect colours and how plants grow..." the twelve year old mumbled, tilting his head and staring at the one rose that he had accidentally turned white with the tip of his nose. "Magic might make that more... powerful and immediate?"
Maybe. Possibly. Who knew. Just like who knew why Professor Myers was in a dress and a wig. |