In case anyone was asking, no this couldn't wait. Alexa wouldn't wait for the Professor to get super comfortable and resolved in his own rules. Before that happened she needed to get one thing clear. Nothing much and nothing major but it needed to be put out there ahead of time so he'd know and there wouldn't be any...er....misunderstandings as it were.

The morning after the feast might have been considered hasty for some but not the Gryffindor. Lex gave a few quick taps at his door then took a step back to wait. At this time of the morning she didn't expect he'd be anywhere else. That...was the point of getting here so early even if her eyes burned like Merlin knew what.

Open up Professor, emergency at your door...'cept not really, ahem.

He thought by the time the school fully opened he would have finished preparing and setting his office. But he thought he would have all the time to do so. At least till the time of his first lesson. It would appear not, however. A knock on his door interrupted his work. And he was very close to ignoring it but he couldn't of course. So he sighed and called out, "Come in," Better be worth it.

He looked for her EVERYWHERE during the feast. And by everywhere... He really just looked all around the Great Hall. But she wasn't there. That was beyond weird. She was never missing during the feast and never came late. Ever. Really the Gryffindor was just hoping that she got held up with some straggling first years or maybe she had some official duty elsewhere around the castle, but that she'd make it in time for the food. Of course she didn't though.

So here he was, right near the Greenhouses on the very first day back, looking for her. His Beautiful Bentley Herbology Angel.

He even had a present for her. It was no match for the speaking bouquet he had for her at the end of the term feast, but it was another flower theme gift if that counted for anything? Of course, now he had the proper chance to buy her the things because they weren't stuck inside anymore. So he had managed to bring a whole bouquet of red roses and had them sitting inside of a detailed, glass vase. Just for her.

Making his way up to the door, he carefully placed the vase on the ground and knocked three times. Then, picking the HEAVY vase back up, he held it out right in front of himself and waited. She'll be so happy to see him!! And he was even happier to get to see her!! It was going to be like a big after summer holiday reunion! And maybe she'd even HUG him again!! And then he'd melt into the ground and things would be so happily-ever-after.

Why were so many people coming over and visiting him? Did he give the idea that he wanted people to come warm his office or something. The man huffed leaving the remaining pile of books on his desk and walked over to the door yanking it open only to find flowers right in his face. Well, not literally. But there was a boy with a vase of flowers.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Well, that was so not expected. He tried to remove the annoyed look from his face but the thing is, it was permanently itched there even if he wasn't. His students were bound to learn this fact about him. Just like he was learning that they, the students liked to visit professors on very first days and some liked to bring flowers? The thing was that he went to this school and he didn't remember such traditions. But then again it's been quite a while and things probably changed. Gryffindors more specifically. Andrew wondered if Airey sent those two. But he wasn't going to jump to conclusion just yet.

Ooookay.

Andrew eyed the vase and wondered if he had to take it, it looked sort of heavy. "May I help you?" He finally asked watching the boy with the very hopeful expression on his face. What was the boy so happy about? Didn't kids hate when schools started?

As he stood waiting he could feel himself getting more and more nervous. What if she wasn't happy to see him? What if that's why she wasn't at the feat!? SHE WAS AVOIDING HIM! That was it. She secretly hated her gift and never wanted to speak with him ever again. It was hopeless, useless, might as well turn back now because-- AND THEN THE DOOR NOB TURNED AND ALAS SHE WASN'T AVOIDING HIM!! But he was still nervous, smiling happily, but nervous nonetheless. It was the fluttery thing his heart did every time she was in his presence. More like when he was in her presence. Her beautiful, warm, loving presence.

He stood there smiling happily and hopefully when the door opened and--

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Well, THAT was so not expected. And Zander was frozen. Feet stuck to the ground. Mouth hanging ajar. Staring at this annoyed looking man, who was clearly not his beautiful Bentley. He watched as the man looked at him with a look of confusion. And Zander looked back with a look of even MORE confusion. Where was Beautiful Bentley though??? And then the stranger spoke.

There were a lot of things he could help Zander with. Like help him find Beautiful Bentley. Help him hold this heavy vase. Help him close his mouth. But instead, he didn't respond. Not for a whole minute. He just stared. Confused. Shocked. Confused. And when he did speak it was in a tone of absolute disappointment mixed with absolute confusion, "Who are you?" And did he know that he was in Beautiful Bentley's Beautiful Office?

It seemed the boy needed time to figure out what he wanted from the place he willingly just came to. Well, no rush, not like Andrew had things to get to. The man casually leaned on his door frame waiting for the Gryffindor to sort out his thoughts.... And control his jaw which dropped open. Was there anything that weird or bizarre about his appearance? Andy was almost sure there wasn't.

It seemed to be taking forever, thought, no? The Herbologist was about to grab a chair and sit here waiting till he received his answer.

Oh, the boy finally found his voice! Hooray! Though, he did not answer. He asked a weird question. Andrew sighed not believing he had to answer to students but deciding closing the door in a student's face from the very first day would not earn him a very pleasant reputation which he was starting to wonder why he cared about it anyway. "I'm your new Herbology Professor," He informed the clueless boy who clearly needed to pay more attention to the Headmistress's speeches. "Is there anything I can do for you, mister?" Show him the way to the Gryffindor common room perhaps? He'd more than glad to do so.

The Gryffindor finally decided to close his mouth because... what if he caught flies?! That's what the girl said would happen anyways. Catching flies. And he didn't want that. Not before he saw his Beloved Beautiful Bentley. He didn't need fly breathe, so yep mouth was closing. Now, what was that Mr. Stranger. New Herbology Professor? Oh that made sense.

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WAIT A MINUTE. Mr. Stranger guy claiming to be the new Herbology Professor, SAY WHAT?!! It only took about .2 seconds for the Gryffindor's eyes to widen IMMENSELY and for his mouth to drop back again. Suddenly it all made sense. Lux wasn't lying. Beautiful Bentley WAS GONE! G-O-N-E. Gone. She left him. She left him and didn't say a word. She left him without saying a word and then left this scowling man in her place. How could she do that to him?! Why didn't she tell him?! Lux was right. No wonder Beautiful Bentley wasn't at the feast. It was as if his worst fear had come to life. Though he had never seen his boggart, this was probably it. Before he knew it his ENTIRE world came crashing down... And uh, so did the vase because suddenly it was feeling a lot heavier and he was feeling a lot weaker.

A giant CRASH!!! later and... There were a dozen roses lying on the floor, surrounded by a puddle of water... And broken glass. Oops?

Looking down at the mess, the Gryffindor blushed a violent shade of red. His eyes were still wide open and he was still freaking out, but standing completely still. "I-uh-I-uh-I....New Herbology Professor?" Like a fish out of water, this boy was sputtering everywhere. Then looking down at the ground and at his soaking socks, he looked back up at this stranger who was apparently the replacement. "I-uh-I-uh I'm so sorry I-uh-I-didn't-I-I'm-so-sorry-I-uh-"

At first, Andrew thought that the boy now realized that he was mistaken and had come to the wrong office and that now he would close his mouth which could get stuck if it stayed like this and would turn around and leave. But then only one thing of that happened. His mouth closed only for his eyes to widen. Oh and the mouth didn't stay closed for long.

Well, that escalated quickly.

Andrew gathered all the little patience he had in him to not say anything. Did the boy JUST break a vase at his doorframe? On the second day of his new job. Hm. This was getting harder and harder. Andrew decided to not look at the eyes of the almost-crying Gryffindor nor at the mess that just appeared on the entrance to his office. Deep breath in. Sighing, Andrew finally looked down and put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Please step aside carefully before you step on the pieces," He'd rather not have an injured student outside his office.

Waving his wand around and mutter a couple of spells the water vanished and the shreds of broken glass were moved aside. "Do you need to .... sit?" Or leave? Surely his common room was far more comfortable.

Stuck. That's what he was. Stuck in his spot. Stuck in his thoughts. Stuck in a world that had stopped making sense way too long ago. Stuck and confused. And still almost crying, which he wouldn't do. Not here anyway. With his eyes fixed on the obviously annoyed stranger, who wasn't Beautiful Bentley, Zander opened his mouth once again. "I-uh-I... I-okay," at that he followed the simple instruction, which was proving to be really hard, okay? Moving aside wasn't easy when you were stuck. And he was stuck. It had already been established. But slowly yet surely, the fourth year stepped aside and watched as the water disappeared and the shards of glass were collected together in a small pile.

Those were supposed to be for Bentley. And now she would never get them.

Then, when Mr. Stranger, or ahem, new Herbology Professor Mr. Stranger, spoke again, the boy looked up quickly. Sit? He looked down for a few seconds as if thinking about it, then back up and nodded his head veeerry sloooooowly. Yes, yes he did need to sit. Hopefully he wouldn't get stuck there too. "I-I just don't get it? Why would she leave?" he asked with widened eyes. Those were his sad eyes. Mhm. "Why wouldn't she tell me?"

He had to have the answers. Someone had to.

See when he asked, his ONLY intention was to make sure the boy wasn't going to faint where there was GLASS on the floor. Because that would be bad. He did not mean or dream of starting a conversation about whatever heart-break the boy might have just had. Andrew did not care. Did his face say CARING? If yes, then he definitely needed to change his face and bring back his face that was always unimpressed and annoyed. Or maybe the boy wasn't looking at his face enough. He should. Surprisingly enough, people seemed to like looking at Andy's face.

He could now probably close the door in the teenager's with the broken heart AND broken vase and return to his books which weren't organizing each other. He was like really on schedule. Maybe he should hang a sign on the door. New Herbology Professor, who is really on schedule. Just in case the former Herbology professor had more die hard fans that were now preparing bouquets of flowers or muffins baskets.

Maybe if he busied himself with getting rid of the glass, the boy would just leave! Great idea. He was full of hope now. The Herbologist was now completely focused on cleaning the rest of the mess and making sure there were no signs of shocked reaction. Which might have hurt if he was a different type of person. Like the boy didn't even say welcome to Hogwarts. Good thing Andrew didn't care.

By the time he was finished all the hope in him vanished. The boy was still here. He was never allowing himself to hope again. Never. And now he was talking more with sad eyes. Please don't cry, Andrew thought. He paused for a minute then sighed thinking that he was obliged to say something or feign some interest at least.

"I have no idea," He said like a programmed robot muggle build. Was that enough? "Maybe........ you should go sleep on that question," Umm. Who knew, the answer might come in a dream. SHE might come in a dream. Mhm. He wondered if he should give false hopes to the boy. Would that be considered too cruel?

Everything was Beautiful Bentley. And everything hurt. Those shards of glass might as well have STABBED him through the heart because he was feeling the pain anyways. Make it official you know? So that everyone could visibly seeee how much hurt he was going through. Why would she go? Why wouldn't she tell him? How was he supposed to marry her if she wasn't here for the proposal?! THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!! Zander was SO upset and caught up in these thoughts that he didn't even realize that Professor Stranger had started talking again. He didn't even know the guys name. Nor did it really matter right now because his heart was BREAKING. So there were more important things to go on about.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this," he said completely ignoring the 'sleep on that question' bit. If he slept on it then he would never want to wake up. Not in a world without Bentley. Not in a Bently-less world. THE HORROR!! "We were supposed to grow old together-" what compelled him to step closer to the man just then? There wasn't a true answer for it. But he did take five steps forward and now, instead of looking at the ground, he looked directly up at the man, emphasizing the height difference much more dramatically.

Perhaps it was just unlucky that this guy was the one to have to deal with it. Or maybe it was fate?! Professor Stranger could probably make it better!! Maybe he could talk to Bentley and fix things!! Get her to come back! It was full proof! Brilliant! At least worth a try? But still. He still had the sad eyes and the mopey frown and the wibbly lips. But he wasn't going to cry. Beautiful Bentley wouldn't want that.

Maybe if he'd manually picked up the pieces of glass it'd have taken more time and he'd not have to stand here listening to the kid. Whose name he still didn't know and didn't think he wanted to ask since so much was already on the kid's mind. Andrew just awkwardly stood there avoiding to look at the watery eyes. Why was there a crying boy by his office's door on the first official day of his new job, again?

Whut?

Andrew's eyebrows shot up in confusion. Did the Gryffindor say what Andy just heard? Was the boy in--. Oooops. And there the man thought that the former Herbology Professor was his favorite professor for EDUCATIONAL purposes. Apparently not. Wasn't she like married and had kids or something? Did the boy here know? The herbologist certainly wasn't going to ask nor be the one to inform the kid. Instead he opened his mouth to say something, anything! ".........." Nope. Nothing. Walton had no idea how to deal with this. No actually he had an idea, he did not want to deal with this. He wanted to hand this entire matter to someone who could do the exact right thing.

But since no one was here and Andrew couldn't count on the possibility of anyone venturing here and dealing with this. Though, if Airey would just appear out of thin air and decide to collect his student, Andrew would be over the moon.

Unfortunately for the boy, Walton was gonna deal with it. So he cleared his throat, and stepped closer to the boy. "I only have a few words for you, kid," Was the boy ready to receive the wisdom? "Get over it. This surely isn't the first and won't be the last time you're going to be sad," Mmkay? Go eat candy or something.

Zander suddenly perked up a little, he had a few words? Like 'Bentley isn't really permanently gone, she's only just on a temporary vacation and will be back to make it in time for the wedding and to be your Professor and to be around you always and forever'? That was a few words, right? RIGHT? With widened eyes, the Gryffindor leaned forward to hear the beautiful words about Beautiful Bentley that this Temporary Professor Stranger was about to reveal. HA LUX WAS WRONG AFTERALL!!

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Get over it?

Get. Over. It?!?! IT?!?!?!!!!!

Welp. There came the sad eyes again. And nope, nope. Nuh-uh. He was not about to go all wibbly. Nope. His eyes weren't watery. Just some dust. Noooope. "B-b-but I've already tried to get over it before," he was getting kind of whiney now. But he had a reason!! It wasn't FAIR IT WASN'T FAIR AT ALL! He had really tried getting over Beautiful Bentley's Beautiful face. Like that one time where he avoided her for HALF of the term. Or when he didn't say A SINGLE WORD in her lesson. That took guts. Everyone kept on asking him if he was okay and HE WASN'T OKAY but he pretended because he was trying! He really was trying.

But it didn't work, couldn't Temporary Professor Stranger understand!? "Haven't YOU ever been in love before?" ....... Zander's eyes narrowed at that as he waited for a response. Man. He was all over the place today. First off he was DEVASTATED about Beautiful Bentley not being at the door and now Temporary Professor Stranger was saying to get over her and he couldn't get over her! "Because you can't just get over it. I don't know how. I don't even think it's physically possible. Or emotionally. Or at all."

Know what? Andrew thought that once he'd spilled the gems the boy would leave. Whether crying his eyes out and wanting to curl up in bed or liking the advise too much and wanting to start working accordingly right away, Andy could not care less. He wanted to get back inside his office and organize the bloody unorganized books! Was that not visible on his face? Oh but the boy was TOO busy about his own issues to look at the man's face. Teenagers were self-centered, y'know.

And now he was quite, so maybe hopefully he was gonna leave now. Yet again, his hopes were shattered. And he was starting to wonder about all the things. See he wasn't such a pleasant company to keep and the Gryffindor was obviously unhappy to see Andrew so why has he not left yet, hmm ? A very serious question that needed to be answered very urgently.

Unless this was a way of some kind of revenge because Andrew took the place of the former professor. Something he would have thought many many times more than he already did, had he known the repercussions.

WHAAA? Did the boy say what Andy thought he did? Poor choice of vocabulary in the presence of Walton.

"Mister ... " Oh wait he didn't get to learn the boy's name because someone was TOO busy moping around. "Trust me when I say this isn't love," He tried SO hard not to roll his eyes or say something like love is too complicated and hard to find. But he figured he didn't need to crush the remaining of the lions hopes and soul. "So I want you to man up, get this thing behind you," and leave me to my books, "And focus on your education ... and friends," Whom he totally should be whining to by the way. Juuuust saying.

Mister? "Zander," the boy said trying to fill in the gap. But names and formalities weren't really important at this point because THERE WERE BIGGER ISSUES HERE!!! Like the fact that the love of his life was GONE. G. O. N. E. Gone. And he was left here with a stranger and broken pieces of glass and his own eternal misery. It was awful, an outrage, totally and utterly devastating. And most certainly unfair!!

BLINK BLINK BLINK. Wait a minute, did Temporary Professor Stranger say that it wasn't love?!?! UH hold up Mister. You can't just come barging around here and telling a kid what is and isn't love. Or tell him to get over it. Who does he think he is? Bossing Zander around like that. Thinking he's like a professor or something THE NERVE. "How do you know it's not!? Because it was!" he felt it in his heart, "I mean, Is. It is." It still is true love and now she would never know the best parts siiiighh.

"But how can I focus when I have a broken heart?" You see that glass on the floor? It's not the only thing that's SHATTERED and BROKEN and IN TINY LITTLE JAGGED-EDGED PEICES. His heart, dreams, hopes, life, and souuuul are on the floor tooo. If you look hard enough at the pieces of glass you might notice the rest of his ambitions and dreams are sitting there too.

Toby figured it was time. Time to see the new Herbology professor properly and say 'howdy' and maybe impress him enough to be let into the locked Greenhouses. The Hufflepuff made his way to the Herbology professor's office, well-used looking journal in hand. Finding the entrance area empty, Toby went ahead and knocked on the door, before subconsciously straightening out his shirt and tie, in case this guy was another Bellaire.

Yeah, this wasn't what he had signed up for. The boy was talking even more now. What happened to sad people choking on their tears and barely being able to utter a word because they might break down or something? So many things apparently have changed in the world! Like students falling in love with their teachers. Andrew was pretty sure he wasn't all that fond of any of his professors back when he was a student. Neither were any of his friends.

Andy sighed exaggeratedly not bothering to cover it up this time. Oh and nice of him to provide a NAME. Walton would have appreciated a lastname anyway, so no using that. But he did commit it to memory. "Because It isn't," He insisted waving his hand dismissively. And how to even start explaining this. hmm? "This is hardly a crush, mister," Whose lastname we don't know.

His shoulders hunched as if weighed down by the required effort for this conversation, "How old are you? Thirteen? You should be happy to know that you won't encounter this 'true love' until like ten years later," It was REALLY unfortunate for the boy to have had to hear Andrew's thoughts on this. Poor boy, he did nothing to deserve this. "So again, I tell you to stop trying and convincing yourself of this nonsense and go on with your life which should be revolving around your education and your personality growth," Which needed a boost, Andrew harshly thought.

"Young man, it's not too late to reconsider your priorities and make up for the lost time," Wasted by arranging flowers and planning ridiculous gestures obviously.

A knock on the door interrupted the man who was reading a book he probably read a couple of times before but wanted to make sure than nothing escaped his notice. He looked up at the door wondering who it might be and hoping it was not another Gryffindor, "Come in," he called out dropping a quill before closing the book.

Zander took notice of that sigh. Yeah he did. What was wrong? Did Professor Stranger just now realize how HEART WRENCHING THIS TALE OF FORBIDDEN LOVE WAS?! Was he going to resign so that Beautiful Bentley would come back!? Did he get the message? But before Zander could ask anything of the sort, "Hardly a crush?!" and yes, yes he did gasp.

How dare this guy come and waltz over here outside of BEAUTIFUL BENTLEY'S OFFICE and tell him that their love was hardly a crush. What was that supposed to even mean? It was so hard to mourn and be DEPRESSED when this guy was telling him that he was doing love wrong. "I don't mean to be rude, Professor-- uh-- Professor," Professor Stranger "But how are you such a love expert? Have you ever been in love?" Because he didn't really answer the first time and Zander couldn't be wasting his time talking to amateurs when his heart was on the line. Just wasn't right.

And wait a minute, thirteen?! "Actually, Sir I'm fourteen and three quarters," and at that announcement he felt his chest stick out the tiniest bit because he was an adult mhm. Not just fourteen either. Three quarters. It really made all the difference. And that was most definitely the right amount of time to know about love.

"How come other fourth years are allowed to be in true love, but I'm not? Because no one says anything when Bay and--" ugh, shudder-- "Lux are in love or when Emmylou and Kace are in true love, but since it's me it's not okay." IT WAS AN OUTRAGE!! A total travesty. In just a few minutes his heart would really be shattered all over the floor. And good luck to Professor Stranger who'd try to pick that up because it'd be even more dangerous than the glass.

Someone was having trouble accepting the TRUTH. Andrew was literally out of the sighs now. He ignored the gasp of course, dramatic teenagers, psht. And did the boy called Zander just ask him about his PERSONAL life? Oh, it seems he did! And that was rude, by the way!

"It doesn't need an expert to know that this isn't love." he tried SO hard not to roll his eyes. He wasn't going to look unprofessional in dealing with students right from the start. Although, technically this didn't have anything to do with his job. "I suggest you accept now and stop wasting both of our times," Which he'd already done but Andy preferred not to waste MOAR time. And he was not going to answer the love question even if asked a hundred times!

Great. Now the boy was providing examples and was very close to actually go and fetch those who are so-called in love. Kids were actually amusing. He'd totally forgotten about this aspect of his new job. FUN THOUGHTS. "Listen, boy," He paused wondering where to start from. "Whoever these people are, I'd like to tell you that they think they're in true love but they're not," Andrew was like SO sure and found this ridiculous. "And let's for a split second entertain the fact that they were," he now rolled his eyes because he couldn't bare the thought. "Are you four years old to be jealous of what other people have? Be appreciative of what you have because there are other people who might be envying you," For the life of him he couldn't give an example. Because he didn't know the boy well and what he knew now wasn't ALL that impressive. He wanted so hard to tell the boy to grow up. But a part of him didn't think that that would help so he held it back.

Was the boy ever going to leave? Walton was starting to love hope.

Zander was completely and utterly disappointed and shocked and a lot of other angry things. But he was also still confused. "But I don't think--" and then his eyes started welling up with tears again and he tried SO HARD to keep them pushed back. He couldn't let this mean stranger bring him to tears. No. He would not cry. At least not until he reached the safety of his dormitory or something. He also never finished his sentence by the way because his heart was doing funny things now. His heart was doing the funny things and it was making his mind all fuzzy.

Four years old?! Hadn't he literally JUST SAID that he was thirteen and three quarters? Was this man even listening to him?! "I'm not jealous." he said crossing his arms over his chest. He wasn't. No. Pft. Not jealous. Him? Jealous? No. He didn't even want to be in love. It's not like he asked for it. The heart can't just CHOOSE. "I just think someone should tell them that they aren't in love." Because the people had a right to know. And Zander was going to elect this stranger to do it because apparently he had all the love knowledge. "Because what's the point if love doesn't actually exist?" Or at least that's what he was getting from this.

Throwing his hands up in defeat, "What's the point of anything anymore?" Without Beautiful Bentley, why should he try?

Oh, Merlin. The boy was going to cry again. Andrew was literally ready to go and resign. This was it. He didn't have to deal with weeping teenagers, it wasn't his job, it wasn't on the bloody contract! No money was worth this.

But the boy seemed to have swallowed it? No crying? Andy cautiously watched him with the corner of his eye deciding that if the boy starts crying he was out of here but before that he'd go and fetch this boy's head of house. Mhm. Airey's problem and prank apparently. And it was NOT funny, FYI! Just saying. What a poor sense of humour this was.

Tell them? Why was the boy still talking? Couldn't he stop talking? This boy talked a lot. "Okay. Go and tell them." Walton shrugged. He couldn't care less. Something that should have been obvious by now but the STILL didn't get the sign.

More eye rolling happened at the boy's comment. "Mister Zander. You are a Gryffindor and right now you're a disgrace to your house. Again man up," He frowned at the boy. "I will not let you waste my time anymore than you already did. But right now and absolutely disappointed and would hope for you to reconsider your life and your priorities," Meaning STAHP thinking about love and useless things.

"I expect a visit from you when you have accomplished what I said," The manning up that is. An with that, the Herbologist entered his office and shut the door behind him. Finally back to his books.

......

DISGRACE TO GRYFFINDOR HOUSE?!

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What. Huh. What. No. No he wasn't!! He was the top point earner last year. Beautiful Bentley was SO proud of him. Even Flailsteed liked him. He wasn't a disgrace! It just- he just- what? Zander was in total shock at those words. They hit him like a brick. No, like an ice cold brick. Like a HUGE block of ice. The more the guy said, the more Zander just stood in silence and sputtered.

And then he shut the door. Shut the door on Zander's face. And again, the Gryffindor just stood there. Stood there both in shock, anger, in with a pile of sadness. It took him maybe ten minutes to regain the feeling in his toes, but once he did he just continued to stand there and stare at the door. This wasn't fair! He didn't need to man up! He wasn't a disappointment...... Or maybe he was?

And with that, he hung his head and turned away. Making his way into the castle. Refraining from letting the tears escape his eyes.

The blonde haired girl had managed to get lost on her way to meet on of her new professors. She was still trying to get her way around the castle even though this was her second year at the school. She was a little late on the meeting but she waited a little bit because she wasn't sure if this professor had seen her in his class because for one she's short and two she's very quiet in classes that she feels out of her comfort zone in. It really didn't mean that she didn't like Herbology it just meant it didn't come as quickly to her as Divinations and Astronomy. Emmylou straightened out her outfit to make she not a speck was out of place because first impression last a lifetime and she didn't want to make a bad impression on a professor that was new here. She knew what it was like to be new to this school. Even if she wasn't a professor she knew what it was like and one day she would become a professor at a magical school. That was her dream to become a professor. She didn't know what classes she would like to teach but she knew that trying really hard in classes she doesn't feel comfortable in would help better her future. No matter how hard the class maybe be and she was going to try and step up her game this term. Emmylou looked around the little seating area. She noticed a few seats to sit in, she wondered if the professor was in his office with a student.

MARCHY MARCHY MARCHY.

Eden was MARCHING her butt down here to speak with ROBIN WALTON and or whoever decided to 'show up' for Eden today. Plus, the man had taken her quill. It was..her favorite one. She wanted it back. SHE DID. And she also--well--THAT HAD BEEN SUCH A WEIRD MEETING. And Eden was...suspicious. Professor Cassie--normally nice, sweet, and full of kittens and rainbows--was now EVIL. And then..Professor Walton throwing his money away to people on the street--EVERYTHING WAS JUST WEIRD.

So the Ravenclaw came...and stopped, waiting. WAITING. She knocked first, and then sat down. WELL THEN. She kept moving her feet rather nervously, and tucked her hair behind her ears...

And then she blushed, thinking about being a ROOM with..PROFESSOR WALTON'S FACE. Because regardless of whomever he was PRETENDING to be--he was still very AHEM handsome.