 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Moy Pomidor | Seneca's Beard | That Is So Fetch!
Blue eyes darted from right to left and then back again. Quiet mutterings in French escaped his lips, but they were barely audible and meant for himself. Over the years he had found that sometimes talking to oneself could be helpful in making a decision. Plus the room was eerily quiet, which was a bit unnerving to say the least.
Not that Joseph planned on staying in this specific room for much longer. He had made up his mind, deciding to give the left door a try. A few steps forward were taken, but then the man came to a stop. He had a sudden feeling in his gut that he was no longer alone.
Glancing over his shoulder, the professor took in the sight of the sixth year Ravenclaw. A bit of a smile played at the man's lips. "No need to stand there so quietly. I promise I won't bite," Flamel said to the boy with a lighthearted tone, his mind simultaneously sifting through names and faces he had taken the liberty of memorizing from his class roster. "Mr. Rousseau, yes?"
__________________
 |