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When you enter Professor's Walton office you are greeted by a lovely scent that's coming from the many small pots of flowers and different plants. The smell and view beckons you to step further in where you will find the Professor either crouched by one of the pots or hunched over his desk marking homework or doing whatever professors do in thier offices. Since you got so far, you must have been invited in. If not, then prepare for a scowling, interrupted man.
If you examine the office and see beyon the pots and the tidy desk you won't find many things actually except for a few portraits hanging on the wall behind Walton's chair. Those are very rare drawn pictures of plants' autopsy. No one is to lay a finger on them except the Herbologist himself. Aside from those, you will find many bookshelves that you will also need permission to get near. Not everyone is likely to get that permission.
For you to sit, there are two comfy armchairs before the desk where you are likely to be invited to occupy.
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Just before he called out to the person to come in, Andrew waved his wand around causing all the books on his desk to float and go on the bookshelves. There was still a pile of them on one of the two armchairs but he still had to sort those out before they went on shelves. He might do it while this person was here. Well, depending on the person actually. But he wasn't sure anything was important enough to have him sit on his chair doing absolutely nothing but listen. That barely happened.
He smoothed down his shirt that had wrinkled on the front because of bending then casually sat on his chair. For now. He rather liked the first impression to be this. Well, that if it was no one whom he hadn't already met. Like one of his new colleagues. Which now that he thought of might be handy. Say it was Piers. He could ask the lad for help and they would catch up since they didn't get to do much during the feast.
He would like that. But who was it that person who wanted to see him so much ?
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Once she was given permission Lex threw the door open, somewhat cautiously in case the man was jittery. It was hard to get a read on people from where they sat at the Staff table. Add that to the chaos that was the feast and you could almost say the Professor had gone unnoticed until she realized she needed to have a word with him sometime before she fell asleep last night.
"G'morning Professor." She idly greeted as she got an eyeful of his office. "Fancy." His office that is. Don't mind her, she was still internalizing. Had to gather all she could on this man. Know what route to take. That sort of thing. What if he didn't take her seriously? Or told her to leave?? The Gryffindor was trying to go through all the right channels and expected to be rewarded.
Lex took a few more steps into the office and shut the door before her. "Glad to see you awake at the crack of dawn, Sir. Hope I'm not intruding..." On his personal alone time or whatever the kneazle it was Professors had these days. She didn't even know. They just needed to talk, okay?
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Once she was given permission Lex threw the door open, somewhat cautiously in case the man was jittery. It was hard to get a read on people from where they sat at the Staff table. Add that to the chaos that was the feast and you could almost say the Professor had gone unnoticed until she realized she needed to have a word with him sometime before she fell asleep last night.
"G'morning Professor." She idly greeted as she got an eyeful of his office. "Fancy." His office that is. Don't mind her, she was still internalizing. Had to gather all she could on this man. Know what route to take. That sort of thing. What if he didn't take her seriously? Or told her to leave?? The Gryffindor was trying to go through all the right channels and expected to be rewarded.
Lex took a few more steps into the office and shut the door before her. "Glad to see you awake at the crack of dawn, Sir. Hope I'm not intruding..." On his personal alone time or whatever the kneazle it was Professors had these days. She didn't even know. They just needed to talk, okay?
Well, it wasn't one of his colleagues for sure. It was actually a student. Hungry for knowledge? He wondered about the cause of the visit but it certainly didn't struck him as one of the ones who were dreaming about acquiring information right from the first day. Did birds even wake up ?
Oh, but it wasn't just a regular student. It was the Head Girl. She certainly looked the part. "Good morning to you, too, Miss... ?" He might have not bothered but he could imagine Katelyn urging him to get to know his students and CONNECT with them. He certainly wasn't gonna connect but learning the name of the Head Girl didn't hurt and might actually come in handy.
He raised his eyebrows at her. "I'm so glad my wake-up hour and my office were to your delight," he told her leaning towards his desk. "May I know the reason behind this visit," He casually asked. He had things to tend to, you know. Not that he was being rude.. yet. Unfortunately the student showed nothing out of respect that would allow him to tell her to leave.
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Well, it wasn't one of his colleagues for sure. It was actually a student. Hungry for knowledge? He wondered about the cause of the visit but it certainly didn't struck him as one of the ones who were dreaming about acquiring information right from the first day. Did birds even wake up ?
Oh, but it wasn't just a regular student. It was the Head Girl. She certainly looked the part. "Good morning to you, too, Miss... ?" He might have not bothered but he could imagine Katelyn urging him to get to know his students and CONNECT with them. He certainly wasn't gonna connect but learning the name of the Head Girl didn't hurt and might actually come in handy.
He raised his eyebrows at her. "I'm so glad my wake-up hour and my office were to your delight," he told her leaning towards his desk. "May I know the reason behind this visit," He casually asked. He had things to tend to, you know. Not that he was being rude.. yet. Unfortunately the student showed nothing out of respect that would allow him to tell her to leave.
"Cambridge." Lex offered with a firm nod but her attention hadn't fluttered back to the man just yet. She was still looking about his office, seeing what it could tell her about him before hand. Did she just go in for the kill or would she have to be bothered with actual conversation? They would have enough of that when Classes started and she had places to be. "Alexa Cambridge. The former Professor called me Lex but I'm not sure that's your style."
Her eyes slowly drifted back to him now. Yeah...she could see it. The posture, the 'to the point' questions. He was kinda like Collarbin. Small on conversations. "Your wake up hour is impressive. I'm not up before 12 unless I have to be." And with school starting again, she very much had to be. Ugh.
As for the visit, she glanced over at the seat opposite his own at the table, but he hadn't offered it and she wouldn't impose any more than she already was. "I'm here about Flesh Eaters, Professor. Wanted to know your policy on visitation with them and such." That was a safe enough start....
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"Cambridge." Lex offered with a firm nod but her attention hadn't fluttered back to the man just yet. She was still looking about his office, seeing what it could tell her about him before hand. Did she just go in for the kill or would she have to be bothered with actual conversation? They would have enough of that when Classes started and she had places to be. "Alexa Cambridge. The former Professor called me Lex but I'm not sure that's your style."
Her eyes slowly drifted back to him now. Yeah...she could see it. The posture, the 'to the point' questions. He was kinda like Collarbin. Small on conversations. "Your wake up hour is impressive. I'm not up before 12 unless I have to be." And with school starting again, she very much had to be. Ugh.
As for the visit, she glanced over at the seat opposite his own at the table, but he hadn't offered it and she wouldn't impose any more than she already was. "I'm here about Flesh Eaters, Professor. Wanted to know your policy on visitation with them and such." That was a safe enough start....
He couldn't quite work out whether Miss Cambridge was interested in all the offices' furniture and interior design or if it was only with Herbology. But he did know that the professor before him happened to be Gryffindor's Head of House, the head girl's house. He thought maybe that was it. Yet he still made a mental note about asking around. Maybe she had a habit of doing an inspection or something. And yeah, that wasn't his style. He was going to pass.
She somehow seemed to feel that it was important that he learnt of her wake-up hour. For the life of him he could not guess from where she got this idea but he did not comment on that. Which was a good thing on his behalf. Though, she obviously planned to stay for now and seemed to have a conversation in mind. "Please, sit," he sit motioning for her to occupy the armchair. Well, the one that didn't have books on it, anyway. It would gladden him if she said she was in a hurry and didn't plan to stay long, though.
He pushed back his seat and stood up walking around the desk to the other armchair that had the books. Andrew picked up a couple and set each on different corner of the desk then grabbed another two. "Restricted. They are restricted, Miss Cambridge. Completely off limits," He answered automatically without needing to think of it.
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He couldn't quite work out whether Miss Cambridge was interested in all the offices' furniture and interior design or if it was only with Herbology. But he did know that the professor before him happened to be Gryffindor's Head of House, the head girl's house. He thought maybe that was it. Yet he still made a mental note about asking around. Maybe she had a habit of doing an inspection or something. And yeah, that wasn't his style. He was going to pass.
She somehow seemed to feel that it was important that he learnt of her wake-up hour. For the life of him he could not guess from where she got this idea but he did not comment on that. Which was a good thing on his behalf. Though, she obviously planned to stay for now and seemed to have a conversation in mind. "Please, sit," he sit motioning for her to occupy the armchair. Well, the one that didn't have books on it, anyway. It would gladden him if she said she was in a hurry and didn't plan to stay long, though.
He pushed back his seat and stood up walking around the desk to the other armchair that had the books. Andrew picked up a couple and set each on different corner of the desk then grabbed another two. "Restricted. They are restricted, Miss Cambridge. Completely off limits," He answered automatically without needing to think of it.
Finally an offered seat! It was probably for the best she stood but the walk over here wasn't an easy one, okay? Her feet were tired and if she happened to doze off during this little meeting it would be his fault for offering the seat. Of course he couldn't have known better but what did that matter to her? Lex slinked into the seat, noting the texture of the fabric and how comfy it was. This was nice too. She could sit here all day--
EH???
"Restricted? Completely off limits?" By some great miracle she managed to keep a perfectly composed face but Merlin. Stay calm Lex, find out everything first. She sat a bit straighter in her seat, locking her gaze on him. "I'm sure there's brilliant reasoning behind that," Really, idiots got eaten more often than one could imagine, "but I'm curious about what that would mean for me." She let that sink in for a moment. Let him have all the thoughts he wanted. Did she think she was an exception. Obviously. Would she see the flesh eaters? Yes, with or without permission.
"See, Professor Benttley had a similar policy but after she named me Herbology Champion during the fancy quiz bowl we had a few years back against Beauxbaton and Durmstrang, I've been allowed full access. She's had nothing but confidence in my capabilities and in fact she offered me something from Greenhouse 8 before she left, which I now care." So she needed to be in that Greenhouse, see? She was SPECIAL.
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Finally an offered seat! It was probably for the best she stood but the walk over here wasn't an easy one, okay? Her feet were tired and if she happened to doze off during this little meeting it would be his fault for offering the seat. Of course he couldn't have known better but what did that matter to her? Lex slinked into the seat, noting the texture of the fabric and how comfy it was. This was nice too. She could sit here all day--
EH???
"Restricted? Completely off limits?" By some great miracle she managed to keep a perfectly composed face but Merlin. Stay calm Lex, find out everything first. She sat a bit straighter in her seat, locking her gaze on him. "I'm sure there's brilliant reasoning behind that," Really, idiots got eaten more often than one could imagine, "but I'm curious about what that would mean for me." She let that sink in for a moment. Let him have all the thoughts he wanted. Did she think she was an exception. Obviously. Would she see the flesh eaters? Yes, with or without permission.
"See, Professor Benttley had a similar policy but after she named me Herbology Champion during the fancy quiz bowl we had a few years back against Beauxbaton and Durmstrang, I've been allowed full access. She's had nothing but confidence in my capabilities and in fact she offered me something from Greenhouse 8 before she left, which I now care." So she needed to be in that Greenhouse, see? She was SPECIAL.
And there he thought she was going to decline the offer. How wrong he was. He paused with the books in both hands and watched as she got comfortable and looked like she could use a pillow snuggle up with. He didn't have pillows, in case she was going to ask. Apparently he should be expecting anything now.
His answer clearly was not to her delight this time. He didn't need to keep a mental note or anything, this one's name and face and everything took up a place in his mind to keep an eye out. Who comes asking for flesh eaters and sounds so disappointed when being told they were off limits. And another question, who would give a badge to this one. Things have really changed since he'd left. Did she just say 'for me'. He set down the two books and turned around facing her. "Excuse me," He raised an eyebrow.
Oh, but the explanation came right away. Good. He listened to her story while staring at one book on one of the shelves that had fallen due to the fact that there were no books to the left to support it. Because he was not finished yet and wasn't going to be anytime soon. "That is quite impressive I have to say," And he meant the words but that barely appeared on his face. "However, I am not your former Professor. And I do not know you nor your skill and credibility." Though she did win but he still would feel better when he saw for himself. "Prove that to me and you'll be allowed access," He shrugged. Simple, was it not?!!
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And there he thought she was going to decline the offer. How wrong he was. He paused with the books in both hands and watched as she got comfortable and looked like she could use a pillow snuggle up with. He didn't have pillows, in case she was going to ask. Apparently he should be expecting anything now.
His answer clearly was not to her delight this time. He didn't need to keep a mental note or anything, this one's name and face and everything took up a place in his mind to keep an eye out. Who comes asking for flesh eaters and sounds so disappointed when being told they were off limits. And another question, who would give a badge to this one. Things have really changed since he'd left. Did she just say 'for me'. He set down the two books and turned around facing her. "Excuse me," He raised an eyebrow.
Oh, but the explanation came right away. Good. He listened to her story while staring at one book on one of the shelves that had fallen due to the fact that there were no books to the left to support it. Because he was not finished yet and wasn't going to be anytime soon. "That is quite impressive I have to say," And he meant the words but that barely appeared on his face. "However, I am not your former Professor. And I do not know you nor your skill and credibility." Though she did win but he still would feel better when he saw for himself. "Prove that to me and you'll be allowed access," He shrugged. Simple, was it not?!!
Finally it seemed the Professor had taken on the same shock she had only moments earlier. GOOD. Frankly she hadn't stuttered. She was asking about herself. Alexa didn't care who the man admitted into his Greenshouses. She was not just anyone, she was Alexa Christina Cambridge and last time she checked, that meant A LOT.
Her face fell into a scowl at what seemed like his only response. Prove herself? Prove what may she ask? "I'd like to think me sitting here with all ten fingers and all ten toes, both arms and legs, a heart in my chest and no venom in my veins is enough proof of my competency when it comes to Flesh Eaters. They haven't bested me thus far and I don't know how much more I'd be able to prove if I won't be allowed near them until such a time as I can prove myself." It seemed a little backward, didn't it? How could she prove herself if he would never see her with them until after she'd done the proven and been allowed around them?
"Professor Bentley had 6 years to know me and assess my skills, with all due respect, it could take you longer and I don't have that long." No time to sit around waiting for him to catch up with how awesome she was, see? "I've got NEWTs this year and happen to know that Venomous Tentaculas are on the cirriculum. I'd like to get in some practice before then."
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Finally it seemed the Professor had taken on the same shock she had only moments earlier. GOOD. Frankly she hadn't stuttered. She was asking about herself. Alexa didn't care who the man admitted into his Greenshouses. She was not just anyone, she was Alexa Christina Cambridge and last time she checked, that meant A LOT.
Her face fell into a scowl at what seemed like his only response. Prove herself? Prove what may she ask? "I'd like to think me sitting here with all ten fingers and all ten toes, both arms and legs, a heart in my chest and no venom in my veins is enough proof of my competency when it comes to Flesh Eaters. They haven't bested me thus far and I don't know how much more I'd be able to prove if I won't be allowed near them until such a time as I can prove myself." It seemed a little backward, didn't it? How could she prove herself if he would never see her with them until after she'd done the proven and been allowed around them?
"Professor Bentley had 6 years to know me and assess my skills, with all due respect, it could take you longer and I don't have that long." No time to sit around waiting for him to catch up with how awesome she was, see? "I've got NEWTs this year and happen to know that Venomous Tentaculas are on the cirriculum. I'd like to get in some practice before then."
She obviously did not like his answer which wasn't something Andrew cared about actually. But for the sake of trying to be a fair and reasonable professor he took a deep breath preparing himself to explain his reasoning. Something he was absolutely sure he did not have to do but was going to give it a go and see if the Head Girl would appreciate or at least try to get.
"If you claim to be the deserving person you are, you will know very well that dealing with dangerous plants will require far more than your toes, fingers and vital organs," he said leaning against his desk and crossing his arms across his chest. That was first!
Another breath. "I am sure that your former Head of House was sure of your skill and abilities to have granted you access," he started. "And I'm not here to deny anything. But as a professional.." That was him! hint. hint! ".. I can't just come and depend on the decisions of the Professor who was in my place," Did that make any sense to her? "I have no idea why you're taking it as an insult that I want to see proof. This is a normal procedure I will be taking with anyone who wants access to the dangerous greenhouses," Which now he was going to make sure were locked up sufficiently and well. "And I assure you it won't need six years," Was she implying he was SLOW? HMM?
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She obviously did not like his answer which wasn't something Andrew cared about actually. But for the sake of trying to be a fair and reasonable professor he took a deep breath preparing himself to explain his reasoning. Something he was absolutely sure he did not have to do but was going to give it a go and see if the Head Girl would appreciate or at least try to get.
"If you claim to be the deserving person you are, you will know very well that dealing with dangerous plants will require far more than your toes, fingers and vital organs," he said leaning against his desk and crossing his arms across his chest. That was first!
Another breath. "I am sure that your former Head of House was sure of your skill and abilities to have granted you access," he started. "And I'm not here to deny anything. But as a professional.." That was him! hint. hint! ".. I can't just come and depend on the decisions of the Professor who was in my place," Did that make any sense to her? "I have no idea why you're taking it as an insult that I want to see proof. This is a normal procedure I will be taking with anyone who wants access to the dangerous greenhouses," Which now he was going to make sure were locked up sufficiently and well. "And I assure you it won't need six years," Was she implying he was SLOW? HMM?
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For a moment Lex just sat and stared up at the man. Staring was all she would permit herself to do until she could find words nice enough to keep her out of detention. A night in the dungeons with this one...? Eh, she'd pass on that one. Better things to do and less annoying people to see. Stare. Any minute now, she'd find some nice word. It...would just take some time and a lot of self control. Who was he to come and tell her her privileges were revoked? She hoped he got eaten like Runes Guy had back in her first year.
"How?" Oh look, a nice word. Keep 'em coming Lex and this wouldn't be so bad. "How will I, and anyone else who wants to see the fleshies, prove ourselves if we won't be allowed near them until after we've been proven? Will re-potting a mundane lily show you I can hold my own against a dragon tree?" Curiosity, she couldn't be faulted for that, could she?
Stare.
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For a moment Lex just sat and stared up at the man. Staring was all she would permit herself to do until she could find words nice enough to keep her out of detention. A night in the dungeons with this one...? Eh, she'd pass on that one. Better things to do and less annoying people to see. Stare. Any minute now, she'd find some nice word. It...would just take some time and a lot of self control. Who was he to come and tell her her privileges were revoked? She hoped he got eaten like Runes Guy had back in her first year.
"How?" Oh look, a nice word. Keep 'em coming Lex and this wouldn't be so bad. "How will I, and anyone else who wants to see the fleshies, prove ourselves if we won't be allowed near them until after we've been proven? Will re-potting a mundane lily show you I can hold my own against a dragon tree?" Curiosity, she couldn't be faulted for that, could she?
Stare.
He felt exhausted because of all the social interaction with a young person. He wasn't that used to that. Although he's been or was a tutor for a long time that didn't require that kind of arguing about rules and all. This was going to be tiring job, he thought. He walked around the desk and sank into his chair.
Did she just question his entire years of education as well as his ability as a herbologist to recognize people with enough credentials. He tried to convince himself that that wasn't what she meant, she probably was a curious mind who was interested in that process. Although, she didn't look the type. But for his own sake he was going to assume this. Because then he would find himself packing up and leaving because Walton had very little patience for this.
"I do not think I need to explain myself and my policy to you, miss Cambridge," he told her calmly. "I only ask of you that you trust that the years I spent studying and preparing to be a Herbologist as well as the years that followed in which I devoted myself to my career are more than enough for me to recognize skills and credibility when I see it," If she didn't trust him then that would be a totally different issue that she would have to talk about with the Headmistress who was a Herbologist and would understand that sort of thing. He sighed then added, "If you think you have what it takes you needn't worry at all," But he wasn't going to change his policy. He was very aware of the school's history and all the things he didn't fancy adding anything morbid to it. That would only smear his name and reputation.
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He felt exhausted because of all the social interaction with a young person. He wasn't that used to that. Although he's been or was a tutor for a long time that didn't require that kind of arguing about rules and all. This was going to be tiring job, he thought. He walked around the desk and sank into his chair.
Did she just question his entire years of education as well as his ability as a herbologist to recognize people with enough credentials. He tried to convince himself that that wasn't what she meant, she probably was a curious mind who was interested in that process. Although, she didn't look the type. But for his own sake he was going to assume this. Because then he would find himself packing up and leaving because Walton had very little patience for this.
"I do not think I need to explain myself and my policy to you, miss Cambridge," he told her calmly. "I only ask of you that you trust that the years I spent studying and preparing to be a Herbologist as well as the years that followed in which I devoted myself to my career are more than enough for me to recognize skills and credibility when I see it," If she didn't trust him then that would be a totally different issue that she would have to talk about with the Headmistress who was a Herbologist and would understand that sort of thing. He sighed then added, "If you think you have what it takes you needn't worry at all," But he wasn't going to change his policy. He was very aware of the school's history and all the things he didn't fancy adding anything morbid to it. That would only smear his name and reputation.
Know something? She didn't actually think she was getting anywhere with this one. Something told her that they would be here debating this all day and she would miss out on life, slaving away at finding proper words if she stayed much longer. Professors like him weren't worth a conversation; they never said anything she might like. Her brows creased but she showed no signs of relenting.
"I'm not worried." She hadn't forgotten to add 'Professor' to the add of the sentence, she'd simply left it off. Alexa never worried. Not about anything ever in her entire life. Nothing phased her. Nothing. "What's the security like on the Greenhouse." Another simple question. She felt she was at least entitled to these with Mr. No One Visit the Flesh Eaters--which Bentley had asked her to keep an eye on but she doubted he'd care so it wasn't worth mentioning. He had very little faith in her highly qualified and seasoned former Head of House, his questioning Bentley had Lex questioning him.
Security was one thing. Another was..."What'd you think you'd do to someone found in Greenhouse 7 for instance?"
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Know something? She didn't actually think she was getting anywhere with this one. Something told her that they would be here debating this all day and she would miss out on life, slaving away at finding proper words if she stayed much longer. Professors like him weren't worth a conversation; they never said anything she might like. Her brows creased but she showed no signs of relenting.
"I'm not worried." She hadn't forgotten to add 'Professor' to the add of the sentence, she'd simply left it off. Alexa never worried. Not about anything ever in her entire life. Nothing phased her. Nothing. "What's the security like on the Greenhouse." Another simple question. She felt she was at least entitled to these with Mr. No One Visit the Flesh Eaters--which Bentley had asked her to keep an eye on but she doubted he'd care so it wasn't worth mentioning. He had very little faith in her highly qualified and seasoned former Head of House, his questioning Bentley had Lex questioning him.
Security was one thing. Another was..."What'd you think you'd do to someone found in Greenhouse 7 for instance?"
He could swear his words went into one ear and out the other one without making the slightest effect. And that did not really annoy him or anything. He just knew that he and the Head Girl will have fruitless conversations like this one more than once and he did not have the patience. But being a Professor in a school apparently required that. Funny how Truebridge mentioned NOTHING about this when they discussed the job.
Had he seen it in the contract, he'd have given more thought into it or tried to gain some patience somehow.
He LIKED this question. Those were his favorite words that came out of Alexa's lips for today and probably the most liked words she was ever going to say. "No one can set a foot inside without knowing a password only I know," He smiled sweetly at her which was an alarming smile. "I'm glad you asked," he said bringing his hand together and entwining his fingers while leaning closer to his desk. Maybe she'd spread the word so people won't bother and have this conversation with him.
"I guess I don't have to answer the second question now," because it wasn't likely that anyone would be able to figure out the password. It was a combination of personal things.
However, as much as he was looking forwards to the end of this meeting and for his books to be put and organized in their rightful place rather than the armchair, he couldn't help not feel curious now. "May I ask you why do you show huge interest in the .... flesh eaters, Miss Cambridge?" It would be enlightening to know. Well, he hoped it would.
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He could swear his words went into one ear and out the other one without making the slightest effect. And that did not really annoy him or anything. He just knew that he and the Head Girl will have fruitless conversations like this one more than once and he did not have the patience. But being a Professor in a school apparently required that. Funny how Truebridge mentioned NOTHING about this when they discussed the job.
Had he seen it in the contract, he'd have given more thought into it or tried to gain some patience somehow.
He LIKED this question. Those were his favorite words that came out of Alexa's lips for today and probably the most liked words she was ever going to say. "No one can set a foot inside without knowing a password only I know," He smiled sweetly at her which was an alarming smile. "I'm glad you asked," he said bringing his hand together and entwining his fingers while leaning closer to his desk. Maybe she'd spread the word so people won't bother and have this conversation with him.
"I guess I don't have to answer the second question now," because it wasn't likely that anyone would be able to figure out the password. It was a combination of personal things.
However, as much as he was looking forwards to the end of this meeting and for his books to be put and organized in their rightful place rather than the armchair, he couldn't help not feel curious now. "May I ask you why do you show huge interest in the .... flesh eaters, Miss Cambridge?" It would be enlightening to know. Well, he hoped it would.
There was no helping the deadpan expression that crept onto the Gryffindors face. It contrasted greatly against the smile he now displayed. Passwords. What was with people and bloody passwords??? Reckon now she'd have to blow a frickin' hole through the side of the Greenhouse or something. So unnecessary and all because the man wanted to keep the flesh eaters to himself. A truly selfish man if she'd ever seen one.
Should she apologize beforehand? Not at all. That would give away her position on the matter. Instead she simply nodded and was set to ease out of the chair but stopped at his question.
Lex raised a curious brow and thought to question why it mattered to him but figured he'd answered her questions so...she could humour him.
"Because they're dangerous and deadly." She said with a casual, unperturbed shrug. "I like dangerous and deadly things and the kinds of things dangerous and deadly things can do to others and objects around them in their environment. My kneazle's dangerous, the curses I like are dangerous and deadly and I fancy myself the same on some accounts." She trusted that answered his question, yes? If he was expecting some deep and undying love of plants he could think again. It was the things these plants could do that others couldn't.
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There was no helping the deadpan expression that crept onto the Gryffindors face. It contrasted greatly against the smile he now displayed. Passwords. What was with people and bloody passwords??? Reckon now she'd have to blow a frickin' hole through the side of the Greenhouse or something. So unnecessary and all because the man wanted to keep the flesh eaters to himself. A truly selfish man if she'd ever seen one.
Should she apologize beforehand? Not at all. That would give away her position on the matter. Instead she simply nodded and was set to ease out of the chair but stopped at his question.
Lex raised a curious brow and thought to question why it mattered to him but figured he'd answered her questions so...she could humour him.
"Because they're dangerous and deadly." She said with a casual, unperturbed shrug. "I like dangerous and deadly things and the kinds of things dangerous and deadly things can do to others and objects around them in their environment. My kneazle's dangerous, the curses I like are dangerous and deadly and I fancy myself the same on some accounts." She trusted that answered his question, yes? If he was expecting some deep and undying love of plants he could think again. It was the things these plants could do that others couldn't.
He probably started feeling regret the moment the words left his mouth. He probably now was going to hear all sort of sucking up sentences about the love of plants and nature and its awesome and inspiring traits. The kind of things people repeated wanting to look and sound caring and .. whatever they thought it would give an impression of.
For Andy, they were liars. Mhm. He liked to believe he could tell the ones who really cared and the ones who wanted to look like they did. So the question was, which type was Miss Cambridge? Hm? He needed to know but he also wasn't keen on more headache which was the result of the long conversation he's been having with someone half his age. and maybe a lil younger, too
However, it turned out that Head Girl was neither of the types he was familiar with. He was hoping she was. Because then he would not be sitting behind his desk staring at her and trying to work out whether she was joking or not. He'd appreciate that dry sense of humour and ignore the fact that the Seventh-year totally crossed boundaries and was cracking jokes with him like he was her dormmate. He was really hoping she was, crossing boundaries that is.
Alas, she looked dead serious. He cleared his throat trying to say something to that that wasn't along the lines 'are you okay? Do you need help?'. He shouldn't be all that surprised, he certainly expected to encounter all kind of students.
"I see," he finally managed to say STILL hoping she'd laugh. But nope, seemed absolutely serious. At least she wasn't the lying type? He thought to himself. Which could count as something. Very little in comparison to the weirdness right now, but it was there somewhere! "I'm glad you shared that," LIES! He was not glad. He was now burdened. Thanks a LOT! A second and more complicated password was definitely in order.
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Originally Posted by the fastest seeker
He probably started feeling regret the moment the words left his mouth. He probably now was going to hear all sort of sucking up sentences about the love of plants and nature and its awesome and inspiring traits. The kind of things people repeated wanting to look and sound caring and .. whatever they thought it would give an impression of.
For Andy, they were liars. Mhm. He liked to believe he could tell the ones who really cared and the ones who wanted to look like they did. So the question was, which type was Miss Cambridge? Hm? He needed to know but he also wasn't keen on more headache which was the result of the long conversation he's been having with someone half his age. and maybe a lil younger, too
However, it turned out that Head Girl was neither of the types he was familiar with. He was hoping she was. Because then he would not be sitting behind his desk staring at her and trying to work out whether she was joking or not. He'd appreciate that dry sense of humour and ignore the fact that the Seventh-year totally crossed boundaries and was cracking jokes with him like he was her dormmate. He was really hoping she was, crossing boundaries that is.
Alas, she looked dead serious. He cleared his throat trying to say something to that that wasn't along the lines 'are you okay? Do you need help?'. He shouldn't be all that surprised, he certainly expected to encounter all kind of students.
"I see," he finally managed to say STILL hoping she'd laugh. But nope, seemed absolutely serious. At least she wasn't the lying type? He thought to himself. Which could count as something. Very little in comparison to the weirdness right now, but it was there somewhere! "I'm glad you shared that," LIES! He was not glad. He was now burdened. Thanks a LOT! A second and more complicated password was definitely in order.
"Are you?" The curiosity of the world was etched on the Gryffindor's face. Her head tilted somewhat, regarding the man as he spoke, or lied rather. "You...don't look happy to hear it. Would you have rathered me saying my mother is a Herbologist and I find my love for plants deeply rooted in our mutual gardening escapades?" Perhaps that might have put him more at ease, as false as it was by all accounts. Her mother, when still alive, had never fancied plants.
Lex left her gaze locked on the Professor. She wasn't sure but he almost looked uncomfortable. It begged the question. "If you don't mind me asking, do you like dangerous things, Sir?" He was striking her more and more as the type to ride on the side of caution. Nothing wrong with that, but then there was nothing right about it either.
Was there ever a time the man had thrown caution to the wind? Of course not, that was how people lost their jobs and their students at Hogwarts. More so the students. You'd never believe the incompetent whack jobs they kept on staff. It was slightly terrifying.
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"Are you?" The curiosity of the world was etched on the Gryffindor's face. Her head tilted somewhat, regarding the man as he spoke, or lied rather. "You...don't look happy to hear it. Would you have rathered me saying my mother is a Herbologist and I find my love for plants deeply rooted in our mutual gardening escapades?" Perhaps that might have put him more at ease, as false as it was by all accounts. Her mother, when still alive, had never fancied plants.
Lex left her gaze locked on the Professor. She wasn't sure but he almost looked uncomfortable. It begged the question. "If you don't mind me asking, do you like dangerous things, Sir?" He was striking her more and more as the type to ride on the side of caution. Nothing wrong with that, but then there was nothing right about it either.
Was there ever a time the man had thrown caution to the wind? Of course not, that was how people lost their jobs and their students at Hogwarts. More so the students. You'd never believe the incompetent whack jobs they kept on staff. It was slightly terrifying.
This young lady was asking for a lot. Did she know that?
Andrew Walton did not like to show that he was glad. What did she want him to do? Clap like a seal or grin like a two-year old. He'd do neither. If he says he was glad, then he was glad. Or he could be lying. No way to tell actually. "I appreciate truth regardless of how bizarre it was," Did that answer her question. He supposed it did.
He paused tapping his fingers lightly on the desk considering her question. Did he like the dangerous ones more than any others? Did he feel a thrill being near something deadly yet being able to tame it? Hm. He actually did. But he wasn't about to give a similar answer to hers, "They're part of my career and I like my career," His career as a Herbologist. Because as a professor, students were part of his career and he did not necessarily like them. Nor dislike them at that.
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This young lady was asking for a lot. Did she know that?
Andrew Walton did not like to show that he was glad. What did she want him to do? Clap like a seal or grin like a two-year old. He'd do neither. If he says he was glad, then he was glad. Or he could be lying. No way to tell actually. "I appreciate truth regardless of how bizarre it was," Did that answer her question. He supposed it did.
He paused tapping his fingers lightly on the desk considering her question. Did he like the dangerous ones more than any others? Did he feel a thrill being near something deadly yet being able to tame it? Hm. He actually did. But he wasn't about to give a similar answer to hers, "They're part of my career and I like my career," His career as a Herbologist. Because as a professor, students were part of his career and he did not necessarily like them. Nor dislike them at that.
...Fair enough.
Lex nodded, displaying her understanding of what he'd said. The truth was something he appreciated. That made them both. Sometimes others were offended by her truths but she took this to me he wouldn't be? Why else would he say he appreciated it no matter how bizarre it got? Clearly this one didn't mind a sharp tongue so long as it spoke of truths....or maybe she was over estimating him. No way to find out; Lex didn't think she'd bring herself into another conversation with this one.
At his bland and overly generalized response to her question, she rose from her seat. "Interesting." Though her tone said it was anything but. "I think that's all. I'll see you in class Professor."
And not a moment before or after, she'd make sure of that herself. He didn't strike her as the type she'd want to spent any copious amounts of unnecessary time around.
"Have a good day." Said in her most polite of voices. That was when you knew she didn't mean it.
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It's been a while since there was a knock on his door. Last time it was a heart-broken teenage boy. Well, he became heart-broken AFTER seeing Andrew's face. See had the Herbologist been the caring kind his feelings would have gotten hurt you know. But he wasn't, he was more like the easily annoyed type who got so easily annoyed having to talk about the boy's feelings. Ugh. He so hoped this one knocking on the door was actually a normal person who was here to discuss Herbology-related matters. Not the unusual love for Flesh eaters, either. Whatever happened to welcoming new people to the school? Merlin, don't people do that anymore?
After calling for the visitor to enter, Andy leaned back in his seat with his hands on the closed book. If it was a Gryffindor he was going to accuse Airey of being the reason behind the visits. Mhm.
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It's been a while since there was a knock on his door. Last time it was a heart-broken teenage boy. Well, he became heart-broken AFTER seeing Andrew's face. See had the Herbologist been the caring kind his feelings would have gotten hurt you know. But he wasn't, he was more like the easily annoyed type who got so easily annoyed having to talk about the boy's feelings. Ugh. He so hoped this one knocking on the door was actually a normal person who was here to discuss Herbology-related matters. Not the unusual love for Flesh eaters, either. Whatever happened to welcoming new people to the school? Merlin, don't people do that anymore?
After calling for the visitor to enter, Andy leaned back in his seat with his hands on the closed book. If it was a Gryffindor he was going to accuse Airey of being the reason behind the visits. Mhm.
The 'come in' had been called out pretty quickly, which was a good sign that Toby wasn't disturbing a meeting or something. He stood up a little straighter, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
A greeting was already being formulated as Toby glanced around the room super quickly, but as soon as he saw the new professor, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was a few seconds of just... blinking. And staring. Because this man looked so very familiar that it was unnerving and... well...
But the more Toby looked, the less unnerving it got. This... this wasn't who he was thinking of. But he favoured the man Toby was thinking of, in the same way that Toby and Simon Holden looked very similar.
Realising he was getting dangerously close to staring, Toby mentally pushed himself into speaking.
"Hi, uh... Professor. I hope I'm not disturbing you?" And a smile, always the smile. Just keep smiling.
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The 'come in' had been called out pretty quickly, which was a good sign that Toby wasn't disturbing a meeting or something. He stood up a little straighter, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
A greeting was already being formulated as Toby glanced around the room super quickly, but as soon as he saw the new professor, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was a few seconds of just... blinking. And staring. Because this man looked so very familiar that it was unnerving and... well...
But the more Toby looked, the less unnerving it got. This... this wasn't who he was thinking of. But he favoured the man Toby was thinking of, in the same way that Toby and Simon Holden looked very similar.
Realising he was getting dangerously close to staring, Toby mentally pushed himself into speaking.
"Hi, uh... Professor. I hope I'm not disturbing you?" And a smile, always the smile. Just keep smiling.
His eyes were fixed on the door as it started to open. Phew. No reds! It was in fact a Hufflepuff. Turned out Flamsteed wasn't up to anything. Well, yet, who knew when the Astronomer would re-initiate their old war of pranks. Suspicioun aside for now, Andrew focused on the new visitor who was now staring with a sort of weird expression. Oh, for Merlin's sake, was this boy ALSO in love with the former Herbology professor? Was he going to start crying causing them to end up talking about love and all the things now too? Good thing there was no vase of flowers to be seen.
Oh, but no words of surprise were spoken and also no gasps or shrieks of shock. So perhaps it was nothing and Andy was analyzing too much. Or the younger boy just looked at people for the first time like that . He could live with that. But not another heart-broken teenager, because that would probably be asked to leave or find someone who cared.
"You're not, and hello to you, too, mister......?" The man said motioning for the badger to step inside and occupy the comfy armchair.
"How may I help you?" The answer to this question was crucial. It determined Andrew's attitude for the entire meeting. NO PRESSURE.
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His eyes were fixed on the door as it started to open. Phew. No reds! It was in fact a Hufflepuff. Turned out Flamsteed wasn't up to anything. Well, yet, who knew when the Astronomer would re-initiate their old war of pranks. Suspicioun aside for now, Andrew focused on the new visitor who was now staring with a sort of weird expression. Oh, for Merlin's sake, was this boy ALSO in love with the former Herbology professor? Was he going to start crying causing them to end up talking about love and all the things now too? Good thing there was no vase of flowers to be seen.
Oh, but no words of surprise were spoken and also no gasps or shrieks of shock. So perhaps it was nothing and Andy was analyzing too much. Or the younger boy just looked at people for the first time like that . He could live with that. But not another heart-broken teenager, because that would probably be asked to leave or find someone who cared.
"You're not, and hello to you, too, mister......?" The man said motioning for the badger to step inside and occupy the comfy armchair.
"How may I help you?" The answer to this question was crucial. It determined Andrew's attitude for the entire meeting. NO PRESSURE.
Okay. Cool. COOL. Everything was fine. The professor hadn't mentioned Toby's staring, so maybe it went unnoticed. Thank Merlin.
"Oh, right. Tempus. Toby Tempus," the Hufflepuff in question supplied, stepping properly inside the room and shutting the door carefully behind him. Ooooh, that was a SWEET lookin' armchair, and Toby quite happily settled into it, all relaxed and settle and not bouncy and YEAH.
"I just wondered if I could talk to you about Herbology and stuff." Since he was the Herbology professor and all. "I noticed you keep some of the greenhouses locked, and I figured that in the future I might ask for permission to go in there, but you don't know me yet so... so I figured I'd come say hi, and... maybe talk Herbology with you." Toby grinned. Too many words? Nah. He paused for a moment, still smiling, before adding, "And I wanted to come along and say hi anyway."
Y'know. Just 'cause it was polite. Toby took a second to glance around the room, gaze drifting over the bookshelves and the portraits, and of course the plants, while he fiddled with the journal he still held in his hands. It was weird, being in this office when it belonged to someone other than Bentley. But change could always be good.
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Okay. Cool. COOL. Everything was fine. The professor hadn't mentioned Toby's staring, so maybe it went unnoticed. Thank Merlin.
"Oh, right. Tempus. Toby Tempus," the Hufflepuff in question supplied, stepping properly inside the room and shutting the door carefully behind him. Ooooh, that was a SWEET lookin' armchair, and Toby quite happily settled into it, all relaxed and settle and not bouncy and YEAH.
"I just wondered if I could talk to you about Herbology and stuff." Since he was the Herbology professor and all. "I noticed you keep some of the greenhouses locked, and I figured that in the future I might ask for permission to go in there, but you don't know me yet so... so I figured I'd come say hi, and... maybe talk Herbology with you." Toby grinned. Too many words? Nah. He paused for a moment, still smiling, before adding, "And I wanted to come along and say hi anyway."
Y'know. Just 'cause it was polite. Toby took a second to glance around the room, gaze drifting over the bookshelves and the portraits, and of course the plants, while he fiddled with the journal he still held in his hands. It was weird, being in this office when it belonged to someone other than Bentley. But change could always be good.
The name was committed to memory but he did not yet link it with any behavior or impression. The kid still had to make one and Andrew didn't judge immediately anyway. Unless it was a Gryffindor with a vase of flowers.
Folding his hands over the book, Andy leaned all the way towards the desk resting his elbows on the edge as the boy started talking. Did he just say Herbology? Talk about Herbology? Good! The Herbologist was awfully relieved that it was something related to his career and the reason he had this office in the first place. It was awesome to know that students still considered that. "Of course . It would gladden me actually," He told the boy although he did not look to be all that glad but he was. Emotions just didn't make many appearances on his face. Locked greenhouses. Walton braced himself for the complaints about the former Professor trusting them and allowing them in and blah blah all that ridiculous talk.
However, Tempus here was saying all the right words. Could Andrew maybe record this and pass it on to a certain Head Girl? Or maybe the badger could casually share his thoughts. For a split second Andrew was going to think he was asking something unreasonable or very strange. But this bright kid here found it natural that the Professor wasn't going to let anyone into dangerous places without assessing their abilities. "You are on the correct path, young man," He informed the boy with a nod.
Leaning back and sinking into his own comfy chair, Andrew cleared his throat preparing to have a conversation. "So tell me, Mister Tempus, when did you get interested in plants?," A conversation he was actually glad to have. Hasn't happened in a long time.
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The name was committed to memory but he did not yet link it with any behavior or impression. The kid still had to make one and Andrew didn't judge immediately anyway. Unless it was a Gryffindor with a vase of flowers.
Folding his hands over the book, Andy leaned all the way towards the desk resting his elbows on the edge as the boy started talking. Did he just say Herbology? Talk about Herbology? Good! The Herbologist was awfully relieved that it was something related to his career and the reason he had this office in the first place. It was awesome to know that students still considered that. "Of course . It would gladden me actually," He told the boy although he did not look to be all that glad but he was. Emotions just didn't make many appearances on his face. Locked greenhouses. Walton braced himself for the complaints about the former Professor trusting them and allowing them in and blah blah all that ridiculous talk.
However, Tempus here was saying all the right words. Could Andrew maybe record this and pass it on to a certain Head Girl? Or maybe the badger could casually share his thoughts. For a split second Andrew was going to think he was asking something unreasonable or very strange. But this bright kid here found it natural that the Professor wasn't going to let anyone into dangerous places without assessing their abilities. "You are on the correct path, young man," He informed the boy with a nod.
Leaning back and sinking into his own comfy chair, Andrew cleared his throat preparing to have a conversation. "So tell me, Mister Tempus, when did you get interested in plants?," A conversation he was actually glad to have. Hasn't happened in a long time.
Gladden? WELL HEY, good times all 'round.
Toby was glad to hear that he could make this new professor glad, even if it didn't really LOOK like it. It was cool; Toby knew a bunch of people whose faces didn't really do the emotion thing when their brains did. He just grinned all the same, and nodded.
Apparently he was sort of impressing this guy too, with all that stuff about being on the right path. Stuff he didn't REALLY understand but just grinned in response to THAT too. Man. What a good day.
Okay. So. PLANTS.
"Well sir, I guess I got into Herbology in my first year, when I sort of realised it was a subject I was naturally kinda good at," Toby explained, nodding earnestly as he spoke. "And that was when I first saw all the magical plants, which made me more interested than before." 'Cause they were dead cool and super interesting. "But I've been interested in plants since I was a little kid. I like taking care of things and watching them grow and change. When I saw the plants here at Hogwarts, I started keeping a journal of them." He held it up now. "It's got diagrams and observations and stuff. I started it in my first year."
Now that he'd started talking, it was a lot easier to ignore the fact that Professor Whassisname looked so eerily familiar. Still. Every now and then it was... weird.
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