It wasn't long after his own arrival that someone else arrived to Kapoor's door. The person who he should have expected, given her presence with two professors before, but yet was alarmed nonetheless. Giving a weak smile in return to Cel-an-dine, Dom really tried to tune out the cheerful song she happened upon humming. Honestly; hyperactive thirteen year old.

But then the door opened at long last and the first thing the Professor took notice of was the agony aunt sign with Ashby's picture on it. In the meanwhile, while Professor Kapoor was distracted with the picture, the Hufflepuff busied his own gaze with peeking into the room to see ...

Lyra Noir. More witnesses. Gah!

Flipping his attention back to the Professor, he watched as Cel-an-dine attempted the unsticking charm, to no effect. "Perhaps, Professor, we could just conjure a black paper to cover the poster up instead?" the fifth year offered that idea.

Glancing between the sign, the professor, and the two female students, Dom sighed before speaking up with his request. "Well, Professor Kapoor, I just," He chewed lightly on his lower lip out of nervousness. "I wished to share with you something that I wrote, if you had a moment to read it ..." Shooting a nervous glance at his fellow Hufflepuff, Dom's topaz eyes then found themselves looking down at his pocket which held the parchment. Maybe ... he'll say no? Perhaps, but unlikely.

'Coconut ice?!' "Of course, Celandine. Go ahead and have a seat." He said gesturing to one of the superfluous and empty poufs.


Kapoor nodded at Dominics suggestion. For now, it might seem the thing to do, but for certain there would be a counter-attack to speak of. He cleared his throat. "Something that you wrote? Certainly. If you don't mind sharing it here and now, why don't you read it aloud. You ladies like poetry, don't you?" He asked of Celandine and Lyra, assuming that by 'something I wrote' Dominic had a bit of a poetric streak.

Gulp.

Figures that he would finally hit a cement wall with regards Professors and willingness to respect his privacy of his writings. Though the last thing that Dominic wanted to do was share his work with the presence of anyone who didn't have to be there, somehow he found himself realizing that he little choice in the matter. He wanted to be done with the readings more than ever, and if he didn't share now, then who knew when he'd speak with Kapoor next. Besides, it was only Lyra and Cel-an-dine, right?

Closing his eyes, the hufflepuff took a deep breath, trying to cool his nerves. This was not going to be easy; especially after Lupa's comment about his inability to perform theatrically. But he could do this. It was just a ridiculous sonnet, right? Not the end of the world. And it would help Hufflepuff, right? Of course.

Upon reopening his topaz eyes, Dom hadn't realized he had been gnawing at his lower lip nervously. "Oh, well yes, Professor Kapoor," the fifth year's gaze flickering over towards the girls as if to warn them if they spoke of this to anyone, then they would be dead witches - metaphorically speaking. "As long as they don't mind," his upper lip twitched into a half smile, awaiting the verdict from the girls over whether he would read or not.

Lyra couldn't believe the words that Professor Kapoor spoke. The part about the spirit world was quite interesting, but she wondered why he repeated words...twice. Suddenly the double knocks on the door surprised her and she watched as the professor made his way around and opened the door.

Much to her surprise, Professor Ashby did what he planned. "Eeeep!" Lyra placed her hands to her mouth and began to giggle at the poster that was sealed to his door. "Sir, if I may say, it is a rather handsome poster, indeed," she smiled and added. "I think you should keep it there. You have a sense of humor and it is...cute."

She then heard that Dominic, one of the students at the door had a poem to read while Cela needed to speak to the professor as well. She was about to excuse herself but...decided to wait just a moment. Dom had a poem to read and she was NOT about to miss this. This meant he was doing his reading to all the professors, something she would have to compliment on...the next time she saw him of course.

"I don't mind," she said with a bright smile on her face. OH she didn't mind oneeeeee bit.

"Okay." Celandine held the large packet of coconut ice in her lap and took a seat, adjusting her gloves.

Cela tilted her head curiously, wondering if it was the same thing that she'd seen Dom-in-ic sharing with other professors. "I don't mind. I like poems. Plymouth wrote me a poem you know." Cela informed them all, quite matter-of-factly.

Ugh. Of course they wouldn't mind! Dominic could just see it now - the two girls prancing around the school, spreading rumors of this highly embarrassing situation. Of course the two of them wouldn't do that though, right? They were good students, whom respected him, even if he did write poetry. Oh and what was this - Plymouth write poetry too!? Even more excellent to know that he wasn't the only male poet in Hogwarts!

Oddly enough, it wasn't as comforting as he hoped. Hand trembling, the fifth year pulled the parchment from his robes, terrified to make eye contact with the girls. Taking his time, he had finally wasted more time than he could afford to safely pass off, and glanced up at the Divination professor.

"Um right, so here goes," he cleared his throat to bide him a little more time.

"When disgraced in the eyes of Kaz
And beneath my bravery I weep,
With deaf ears and my tearless cries,
And looking up to the dias, curse my sleep;

To wish upon me one more chance,
Featuring all whom make least,
Desire in us all to dance,
With that let us contend with deist

Yet these thoughts, I find myself despising,
How I think with glee and then to you,
Like climbing these endless stairs and always arising,
But from the clouds to the grounds, and then the loo

For no matter how much pride or wealth I bring,
That I scorn to be as half as worthy as you kings."

Once finished, Dom rolled the parchment back, his gaze dropping to the floor as he awaited feedback from his largest audience yet.

Celandine couldn't help but crack into the packet of coconut ice while she listened. She delicately and carefully pulled out a piece and began to nibble on it as Dom-in-ick recited...

... oh that was kind of cool!

Celandine carefully took her gloves off when he had finished, so that her applause would sound like proper applause.

She swallowed her mouthful before she spoke, "Ohhhh Dom-in-ickk that was positively... Shakespearian!" She smiled brightly at him and held out the packet of coconut ice that she had brought along for professor Kapoor, "Want some coconut ice, Dom-in-ck?"

Lyra blinked her eyes a few times once Dominic finished his poem. What was she supposed to do at the end of his poem? OH YEAH! Clap. Well, maybe not in here so much but..."That was....interesting, Dom," she said with a small smile that curved on the end of her lips. "Yes, yes, very Shakespearian." She agreed with Cela that the poem was very good...

"But what exactly does it mean?" She had to ask. There had to be a theme behind it somewhere. She knew why he had to do it but what was it about. Better not be about that KraziKazi or she was screaming.

Kapoor, touched by the sentiment, stood and gave the boy a round of applause. "Bravo! I had no idea, you were such a brilliant talent in the poetry department, Prefect Denton. Tell me, what inspired you to write such a piece?".

"Yes, please, help yourself to some sweets." He said, agreeing mentally with Celandine that the prose was indeed bard-like.

The Professor again took his seat, curious to hear how Dominic would explain his art.

Dominic blinked sharply as the Ravenclaw spoke first, munching on some type of candy or whatever. Shakespearian?! Who? What? Oh... that must be a compliment though, by the way she was positively beaming at him! And she applauded to! This wasn't so bad after all.

"Oh... Um... Coconut what?" he took her by surprise as she offered him some of whatever it was. "No thank you." Waving his hand absently, he turned towards Lyra, who agreed on the Shakespearean thing. Whoever this was, he would have to look him up...

"Um.. what? What does it mean?" Hmm, he had not been expecting that question at all. But at the same time, this was Lyra. And she was blond, last he checked. Not that it was any reason for this ignorance. Actually, her being female probably contributed more to it...

"Well, I think... I mean... Well, it's..." Gulping, his mind was racing ten times quicker than his tongue. "About respect. Yes. Respecting professors and such." Just because he wrote it, didn't mean he had to believe it, right? Of course not.

And finally, with that, Dominic turned towards the one he was required to read to. The other girls were just an extra, but well Professor Kapoor's reaction was certainly unexpected. "I had no idea either, Professor Kapoor. But thank you. And well, as I was saying to Lyra, it was mostly to show respect and appreciation for you professors. But I suppose, had it not been for the dear--" --cough-- "Professor Kazimeriz, then I never would have found this hidden talent of mind."

Oh. Coconut ice or whatever was sweets? Yes, he was definitely glad to have refused.

Lyra crossed her arms to her chest. If anyone in this school needed to show a little respect it was Professor Kazimeriz, himself. She was NOT at all impressed with the professor but his class was fairly interesting. The glare in her eyes showed she was not at all happy about...something. Not a sound of giggle came from her as she was almost pouting in her own little way.

"Well, it was very good," she said trying to pass off her huffiness at the moment. And now...she was annoyed. Annoyed by the fact that Hogwarts had a bully for a Professor. NOT IMPRESSIVE.

"Professor Kapoor, may I...ask...can another professor hex a student?" She was rather wondering about the weirdness of the professors and playing it off as just a simple question and not the fact that some were quite scary.

Annie had literally skipped alllllll the waaaaay upppp from the greenhouses to the every floor in between until she reached the divination tower, out of breath.

She carefully set the Kapot down on the floor near Kapoor's office and caught her breath, waiting til she was a bit recovered before she would knock on the Divination Professor's door (or is it a trapdoor?).

The redhead carefully fluffed out her hair, wiggled her bare feet, and then picked up the bright pink puffapod pot. She knocked three times and waited for a response...since, of course, Cela would already be waiting on the other side of the door, right? Riiiight. And she prolly had candy too.

Plymouth had Bunbury radar. Tractor-beam!!! Or maybe it was the Kapot. Whichever, Plymouth Morgan was on scene at Professor Kapoors office. "What a lovely Kapot you have there, Professor Bunbury."

Hearing a voice pop out of nowhere, at the tippy top of the Divination tower, nonetheless, made Bunbunz almost drop the Kapot right out of her hands.

Luckily though, she knew that voice.

"Plymmmmouttthhhh," she called out, spinning on her foot and peeking past the puffapod to smile at him. "Waz up? I'm supposed to be delivering this here Kapot to whatshisname...." she tilted her head toward the Divination office. "You know, him."

She giggled as a few of the puffypod leaves tickled her nose. "Whatchoo doing here?"

Merlin. Merlin help Plymouth, he loved Professor Bunbury. He did ridiculous giggles and went pink for no reason at all. "I just ... you know... was in the neighborhood. I live on this floor. And that Puffapod, well, it's Cela's and mine, and I like you," he guffawed. "Thought I might be of some assistance or something."

"I see." He said nodding once approvingly. "Well, perhaps you ought to thank him for the opportunity." Yes. Nothing like a little good old fashioned encouragement and hardwork to put a little perseverence into a lad.

Lyra seemed to be stewing, deep in thought when she asked Professor Kapoor another question. "They can...", He said giving it some thought. "Only on the grounds that it is for the educational enrichment of the student and poses no immediate threat to the students' life." He had recently been asked to hit a student with a hex, jinx or curse in order to test their reflexes.



Hearing the fluttering of little voices...one of which sounded to be Professor Bunbury's, Kapoor rose from behind his desk once more to open up the door. Behind which, he found Plymouth Morgan and Anastasia Bunbury.

"Hello!" He boomed. "I'm with a few students right now, but you're welcome to enter."

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Merlin. Merlin help Plymouth, he loved Professor Bunbury. He did ridiculous giggles and went pink for no reason at all. "I just ... you know... was in the neighborhood. I live on this floor. And that Puffapod, well, it's Cela's and mine, and I like you," he guffawed. "Thought I might be of some assistance or something."

"Oh riiiiiight! Right right right, I like, graded your homework. I remember that!" Annie beamed at Plym's remark about his and Cela's puffapod, totally missing the other one. She bounced forward to him, trying to hand off the Kapot. "Can you hold this for me? Thanks!"

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Hearing the fluttering of little voices...one of which sounded to be Professor Bunbury's, Kapoor rose from behind his desk once more to open up the door. Behind which, he found Plymouth Morgan and Anastasia Bunbury.

"Hello!" He boomed. "I'm with a few students right now, but you're welcome to enter."

With the puffypod handed off, Annie was free to skip into Kapoor's office. "HALLO!" she shouted cheerfully. "I brought you a present, kinda, from Celamuth!" She clapped her hands together and gestured toward the door, beckoning Plymouth to bring the Kapot in.

Plymouth held the Kapot like it were something royal. Something to be bowed to. It kind of was....





!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


"Hey Professor!!!!!" Plymouth said from behind his arms, which were high in the air holding the Kapot and Puffapod. "Hey Girlfriend, too. I came with Bunbury," and Plymouth gave Cela all sorts of wink with that statement. Bunbury totally loved Plymouth, too. He could tell. "Did you "SEE" us coming??"

"A gift? How thoughtful of...Celamuth?", The older Professor raised one eyebrow at the sound of this portmanteau name before shaking his head in a somewhat forelorn manner. "The things the wizarding community will name their children these days."

Lyra was just about to make a statement when another knock at the door came. This was crazy. All the professors were just unusually busy. But when the door opened, there stood her favorite PINK professor. She gasped in delight as her hands went immediately to her face to hide the smile that was on her face while her eyes did a quick scan of what he professor was wearing today.

"Ummm, you okay, Professor Bunz," she asked with great mystery and raised eyebrows as she noticed the professor was...shoeless. OH but she had a PINK puffapod. Such a lovely class.

Dominic sensed some sort of resentment in Lyra's tone when she mentioned his sonnet being 'very good'. It wasn't that he doubted that it was very good, but her hidden connotation left him weary and wanting to speak with her privately about it later. "Thank you, Lyra" he replied simply enough, slinking off slightly in the shadows while she asked a question.

"Perhaps I well, Professor Kapoor," He returned the nod, thinking about how very close he was to being finished. Despite Kazimeriz's intentions and the learning experience, this was still by far the most painful assignment ever. "Thank you."

And then there was a knock and before the fifth year could bat an eyelash, in skipped Miss Childish Redheaded Herbology Professor, who was way to full of herself for her own good. Which meant - his cue to leave. Especially upon seeing who was with her. Plymouth - rambunctious Ravenclaw brat, pretty much.

"I should be heading off anyway... Thank you for your time, Professor," Dominic nodded off, waving briefly. "See you, Lyra. Cel-an-dine." With that, the Hufflepuff skipped from the Divination professor's office in pursuit of his next professor, perhaps the second floor.

"I did not, Mr. Morgan, unfortunately. I'd've had cookies or something ready for your arrii..." He stopped mid-sentence to take another look at the potted flower being presented to him. 'Was that?! Surely not! How'd he get the image on that pot?!' Thoughts of the now wide-spread guerilla charmfare between himself and his old rival were racing through his head. Thankfully, he did not share them with the children, electing to finish his sentence with ..."arrival." instead.



"What a charming young lad." Spoke the professor before once, again taking aseat and noticing something peculiar about everyone's favourite wardrobe-warey witch. "Professor Bunbury...your shoes... .You seem to have forgotten them?" He said feeling a little embarassed for her and the staff and worrying that she might be subjecting herself to potential commentary of unprofessional behaviour.

Lyra pressed her lips together as she saw the pot the plant was in. It was the picture that Professor Ashby hexed just for Professor Kapoor as a small joke. Apparently it was becoming a school wide thing as it was already on his door and....other places.

When she heard Professor Kapoor speak of the PINK lady's shoeless feet, she frowned playfully. "Sir," she began with a bright smile on her face. "She is the trend setter for the school. It is...a popular thing." That just started right this moment before your very eyes. There was a part of her that wanted to run after Dominic when he seemed to disappear but, that would mean she would have to run barefoot down the hallway and this was much more fun at the moment, especially with her favorite professor in the room.

"TAaaaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAADAAA!" Annie couldn't resist singing as Plymouth brought the grand Kapot in. "They made it for like, extra credit for my class and another class I think and they found these AWESOME posters, which," the redhead winked at Lyra, "word on the street is, Miss Noir designed, and I found these buttons," she pointed at the Kapoor Kitty! pin on her robe, "and they're really pretty and you are just SOooo popular!"

Bunbunz beamed at the Divinations guru, choosing to ignore Domino as he snuck out of the room. She eyed Kapoor's office, looking for a good place to direct the Kapot, and almost didn't hear the questions about her shoes or lacktherof.

"Um, shoes, right," Annie answered distractedly, wandering over to Kapoor's desk and starting to move papers around to make room for the Kapot. "Well since it's laik, spring ya know, I wanted to feel the grass on my toes and the wind in my hair and all the naturey stuff....light Lyra said, it's what the cool kids do these days too, I would know..."

Having successfully shoved enough papers off the desk, the redhead waved Plymouth forward. "Can I stick this here? Great thanks!"

Celandine smiled brightly and fixed the pin on her robes, "So, here's the coconut ice." Cela finally handed the packet over, half empty after she'd eaten it while Dom-in-ick had shared his poem. "Do you like the kapot sir?" She asked a bit anxiously, "I got a whole bunch of the posters and tore them up and stuck them on and Plymouth helped so much and I used the colour change charm to seal it permanently and I hope you like it and I have a letter for you, Professor Kapoor Sir." Celandine chattered.

Mmm. Coconut ice.

"So we got the posters from Professor Ashby, so I guess its partly from him too. So maybe... oooh! Maybe we can make something for Professor Ashby something thats partly from youuuuu!" Cela suggested, staring around at Plymouth and Professor Bunbury and Lyra, including them in that offer.