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Was it just him or had he seen a smirk on Paul's face when he walked in? What was that about? Was he missing something? Gaston looked at the Herbology professor again, but he was sure he must've just imagined it. Never mind then...
He gave Rafael, Kay, and Jordan polite nods in turn as they returned his greeting, but he couldn't help but notice that the Ancient Runes professor hadn't said a word to him. Had he done something wrong? Oh well, maybe he was just shy... or preoccupied. Before he had too much time to think about it, he was distracted by a cloud of strong-smelling rose perfume. He started to cough but masked it by pretending to clear his throat. His hand automatically went to his wand, but he thought casting a spell to fan the perfume away might be impolite and stopped himself just in time.
Gaston's head whipped around in the direction of the scent, causing his black hair to fall into his eyes. He scoffed. With all his experience in charms, why couldn't he invent a spell to keep his hair out of his eyes?! Pushing a lock of hair out of his face, he noticed the blonde Divination professor. "Good evening, Laurel," he greeted her with a small smile. "And good evening to you too, Joy," he said a little louder as he spotted the Healer farther down the table.
He turned his attention to the man who just sat down beside him. "Good evening, Roderik," he returned the Defense professor's greeting. He considered his question for a minute. Well, he had his office set up and all of his lessons planned, if that's what he was asking. But as for the actual interacting with the students, he wouldn't mind putting that off a bit longer. So many things that could go wrong! "Yes, I believe so," he replied. "I finished setting up my office. I have a coffee bar, by the way. You're welcome to raid it any time." He hoped that didn't sound too forward! He'd heard that Roderik liked coffee, and he just thought it would be nice to offer.
Gaston peered farther down the table as another voice caught his attention, this one belonging to Rosalyn. "Y-yes," he replied, but the word caught in his throat. He nervously ran a hand through his hair. Merlin, why did he have such a hard time talking to women - well, at least with saying anything besides just superficial greetings? "As ready as I'll ever be." He'd meant it as a joke but realized only after he said ti just how ill-prepared it made him sound. What was that, Gaston? he inwardly berated himself. Now she probably thinks you're an idiot!
He decided to keep busy fidgeting with his bracelets to avoid embarassing himself more. Every few seconds, he'd look at his watch or at the doors. The students were starting to file in now; he was careful to keep his eyes down to avoid accidentally locking eyes with any of them as he watched the sorting. He thought having the students try on a magical hat was a funny way of assigning houses, but he kept that thought to himself as he applauded politely for each student sorted.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |