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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy Gaston was in his office, absentmindedly drumming on his desk in time to the music blasting from his enchanted ipod, when a loud bang startled him. That wasn't him, was it? No, someone was at the door.
He pointed his wand at his ipod dock to turn the music off before going to answer the door, wand still in hand. Since the incident with the paint balloons - he still had no idea who was behind it - he never opened the door without having his wand handy, just in case the culprit decided to strike twice.
Gaston held his wand out in front of him as his brilliant blue eyes cautiously peered outside, but when he saw who it was, he immediately lowered his wand. "Ah, Miss Skeeter. What brings you here?" he asked, beaming at the Hufflepuff.
He stared at the floor, hoping to hide the blush rising to his cheeks. Well, this was embarrassing! What kind of crazy professor goes around brandishing his wand at his students?! Needless to say, he thought she was someone else... "Please, do come in," he said, opening the door a bit wider. OOC: You're welcome to post in Professor Marchand's office now! The seventh year's eyed widened like an owl's when she was greeted not with the expected pleasant demeanor of the Charms professor but with a wand pointed almost directly between her eyes. Reflexes not the best - as anyone who had witnessed the Hufflepuff's dueling would be able to attest for - Paige did not jump back in surprise but rather crossed her eyes and just STARED at it until it was lowered.
Thankfully for you, professor, the incident made her entirely unaware of any blushing going on on your side of the conversation - her psychic empathy a bit clouded at the moment.
"E-Everything alright, professor?" she squeaked softly before accepting his invitation inside, good trusting Hufflepuff that she was, her own agenda momentarily pushed to the side. Hard to do otherwise when one had essentially just been held at wandpoint by a professor, you know?
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