 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Adam sorta just stood there fidgeting with his glasses and really honestly trying to turn around and walk out of the room. He was by no means a fighter. Nope if life had taught him anything, he was a survivor, which was why it was odd that he was not fleeing for his life leaving. Perhaps it was an odd sense of 'don't leave me' he was getting from David that was keeping him rooted to the spot.
What did he want? "Um....," He forced himself to stop fidgeting with his glasses and stand up straight. Especially when Airey spoke up with his unusually clipped tone of voice. Not for the first time, in the past year or two, did Adam wonder if he had done something to upset the man. You know, beyond trying to eat the man's pet rock and generally trashing the man's office while under the influence of a way-ward brain. "I am hafing problem vit plant undt I know you haf background in herbology..." Yes, he could have gone up to Level 4, but this wasn't really something he wanted an employee outside of the department to look at.
As for other questions - as long as they didn't involve asking him to go back into the Thought Chamber or the Space Chamber, Adam was game to help. Maybe. For some reason that sense of self-preservation was kicking in again but he still couldn't move. "Vhat questions?" He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets to keep them from fidgeting with his glasses again. Clearly they had been in the middle of something when he walked in and Adam wasn't really sure what he could help them out with. Nothing in this room was his specialty.
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