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Jessiqua 
It seemed that a lot happened in a few seconds. Hanna was expecting to introduce herself to HIM, but it appeared that he already knew her! She let out a delighted giggle when the man ruffled her hair, and she instantly felt at ease.
"Hello Professor Myers! I just... well," she was invited inside! She stepped into the... the... "What's this place?" she asked in amazement. She'd been to the Aquarium in London a few months ago, and it reminded her of this. Her neck did some amazing back bending as she looked up and took in all the FISH. It cast a lovely colour in the... office? And was full of pillows and bean bags! How extraordinary. "I really like this area," she said. "Where did the fish come from?" How did it all work? Were they REAL? Was it an illusion? What was on the top of the tank?
"This...is my meeting space. I believe more intellectual and affective conventions happen between students and their instructors when in a new and interesting room. It changes every few months!" he explained proudly. Because he WAS proud of his handiwork and GROUNDBREAKING educational stance.
Oh. The
fish. "Don't...ask about the fish," he chuckled nervously.
"They were acquired...by me...um..that's all you need to KNOW." Ahem. Luckily she was too young to...think about his acquirement of the fish, eh?
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MysteriesOfFate One of the FIRST things June really wanted to do was go down and talk to the Herbology professor. She was often a very shy person in larger groups, but one-on-one she was fine, ESPECIALLY when it came to plants. And potions, too, buthonestly she wasn't sure what she thought of the potions master yet, so she figured that the herbology professor might be her best first step.
She found it odd that this professor had not an office but a 'meeting space'. Didn't all professors have offices? Oh well, sounded like something her mother would have done too had she become a professor instead of a homesteader.
She took a deep breath and centred herself, patting her robes a few times to calm her nerves. Her first time PROPERLY talking to a professor... she was terrified. She lifted her hand and knocked three times.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Three of 'em, sharp. Paul was in his office, reading a book for fun for once in his LIFE and not for work or research...and he was being disturbed! He didn't mind. He merely folded the corner of the page and shut his book, tucking it under his arm as he slipped into the meeting space, the ocean-y glow making him look like POISEDON.
Well, not quite. He was old and slightly out of shape. BUT POSEIDON'S GAY BROTHER, PROBABLY, WHO WAS FRUMPY BUT AWESOME.
Ahem.
He opened the door and beamed.
"Hello there.....uh, JUNE." He knew names sometimes.
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hermygirl Whistling had happened as Ignatius made his way down to Paul's office...er, meeting space...er, over-sized fish tank? One of those, yes. It was a beautiful autumn day out, the sun felt warm against his face, his leg was mended, and class had proceeded this morning without too many issues. Only a few attempts had been vanished to be started over. So down toward the greenhouses he strolled, hands in his pockets and whistling.
He'd taken a quick stroll around the greenhouse to check how the pumpkins were coming along first. He hadn't spotted Myers in there though, so here was the next obvious spot. Three rhythmic taps on the door happened - two fast, one slow - announcing Ignatius' presence. Hopefully the journey hadn't been a wasted one.
Paul was LOUNGING in his meeting space, doing some half-butted yoga and whatnot. The knocks came abruptly and he smirked.
"Come right in!" he called out loud enough for the visitor to hear. "But you must take your shoes off before you enter!"
Not true. But he felt like messing with someone. He had his own feet bare currently...since...yoga and all.