SPOILER!!: Roo
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Shanners 
The lit up floor did nothing to distract Rooney, instead he just smiled at Professor Myers and gestured to the light under his foot currently. "Giving all your students the spotlight treatment, Sir?" The confidence that came from a spotlight was a blessing to this Ravenclaw and he already felt at home in this room. He felt like that whenever he was around Professor Myers, honestly, but these lights spoke to his heart. Spotlight incarnate. That's what Miss Phyllis called him, anyway. 'Your heart is a stage and those intense feelings of your are your spotlight, Rooney darling.' It took no effort at all to hear the voice of the old woman in his head.
He had heard it enough over the last fourteen years.
He headed for the sofa, taking a seat as he got there and smiled. "I wanted your advice before I start my university applications, Sir. You know I trust your thoughts more than most." Not as much as Professor Hirsch, but Myers was a close second. Hirsch and Rooney just had that understanding, and Rooney knew that his mother appreciated the work that his Head of House had been putting in to his confidence over the last few years.
"Well, it's not like it's not deserved," he replied with a smirk. "I rather like it for myself, to be honest. I just
forget it's like this sometimes and it startles me. The lighting isn't kind to my eyes." Not these old, bespectacled eyes. He sat on the other side of the couch in criss-cross position, almost yoga-like because he had kicked off his shoes.
Oh! Was it that time? For Rooney? UNIVERSITY?
THAT'S RIGHT HE WAS HEADBOY SEVENTH YEAR EIHEIRHGEIUHGIEHGEGTHGIUTHG
NO.
REFUSE.
Paul cleared his throat of emotions. "Well..what are you going for? And what do you plan on taking NEWT level, m'boy?" he asked, blinking a lot. There weren't any emotions leaking out of his eyes. NOPE.
NOT ONE SINGLE EMOTION.
SPOILER!!: Oliver
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Schroyers Oliver chuckled. "Mediocre is a bit harsh." He looked around the room a little more. "Well, Professor boring isn't an adjective i would apply to you." Because who would really? Paul Myers was many things but never boring. "I haven't seen her since August but judging by her letters she seems happy. But Mum would have a field day if she stopped schooling." The thought made him laugh. Honestly he didn't know much about movies or how they were made. Really just what Alice told him and the ones he'd seen her watching over and over again.
"I figured it was a long shot but that if anyone in the castle might know it would have been you." Patience wasn't really a cornerstone characteristic of Oliver Lupin. He was hard headed and strong willed. "A book would be great.
Thank you, Professor." Though he thought learning to harvest wood might be something he'd have to wait a while to learn. But it wouldn't stop him from trying.
Sure, boring didn't describe Paul. Exactly, Oliver. The white-haired man gave Oliver a big smile, though. "
Your mother knows best," he commented.
"People should continue some sort of education until eighteen or so. Hogwarts graduate aged." Muggles did it the same too, didn't they? Paul knew that much.
"She has a private tutor, then? Will she be taking NEWTs?" he knew she wasn't a seventh year yet, but it was coming soon!
"And you have your...OWLs this term, correct?" He thought he had the year right.
"I can go retrieve it quickly, m'boy. It's right in my office. I'll be back---" he stood quickly and went to grab it, but as he got to his door, he turned to look over his shoulder. "
I almost forgot! Did you want anything to drink? Nibble on? I have tea and some biscuits," the date of which he hadn't kept track of. Oops. Hope they weren't old!