Sophie Brown and Evie Shacklebolt wanted to meet the hot new Auror professor, because really, who didn't? This guy was probably at the top of EVERYONE's list to meet, so the day after the feast, Soph and Evie spent quality time in the kitchens baking cookies for him as a WELCOME TO HOGWARTS and WOW YOU'RE GORGEOUS gift. As SOON as they were done, they hurried straight to the man's office with a plate full of cookies so they were still fresh and warm, just the way everyone liked them.

And Sophie was very, very elated as she and her dormmate approached the waiting area. Why did it look like they were OUTSIDE? That was... way cool. Merlin. The guy must've been an outdoorsy kind of fellow.

"This is cool. We should hang out here. Mmm," she hummed, looking around at the fire and the water fountain, before having a thought. "I hope this isn't like... put here to lure us into a false sense of security. Y'know? I hope he's not really mean. You should knock. You have a better knock." Sophie's energy tended to be a little overwhelming, and Evie was MUCH cooler than she was, so she would absolutely know the best way to knock. FIRMLY, but not enough to make the guy grumpy, probably.

...What if he didn't like cookies?

Benny hadn't been sure about coming to the new professor at first. He might have felt more comfortable...more familiar with Professor Romanos, but now it was out of the question. And Thompson had told him to try his best to do well in DADA to lead to his future endevours. Yet with all the work and studying and getting assistance from Adi he had only managed an Acceptable on his OWLs. Somehow he didn't think that was good enough. And that Professor Dakest might have some ideas of help.

At least he hoped so.

So here he was, down in the first floor corridor and coming to the office in question during the first week of September while stuff hadn't yet gotten busy. Or rather the seating area outside it, clearly decorated to the new man's tastes. Benny walked past the fire pit and chairs to come to the door, giving it a polite knock before stepping back. Looking around again absently, he settled on a perch by the fire.

Kace decided to come visit the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. He really wanted to meet the new professor because I mean why not? He could be a cool dude. He also wanted to discuss career options because he got an E on his OWLS. I mean he was pretty good at it. As he made his way to the firepit he noticed Benny was here too. Huh....I guess he wasn't the only one. He knocked on the door and then went to sit by the fireplace.

He sat there gazing into the fire wondering what questions he was gonna answer. He even wondered what this new Professor looked like. He will know soon enough.

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Sophie Brown and Evie Shacklebolt wanted to meet the hot new Auror professor, because really, who didn't? This guy was probably at the top of EVERYONE's list to meet, so the day after the feast, Soph and Evie spent quality time in the kitchens baking cookies for him as a WELCOME TO HOGWARTS and WOW YOU'RE GORGEOUS gift. As SOON as they were done, they hurried straight to the man's office with a plate full of cookies so they were still fresh and warm, just the way everyone liked them.

And Sophie was very, very elated as she and her dormmate approached the waiting area. Why did it look like they were OUTSIDE? That was... way cool. Merlin. The guy must've been an outdoorsy kind of fellow.

"This is cool. We should hang out here. Mmm," she hummed, looking around at the fire and the water fountain, before having a thought. "I hope this isn't like... put here to lure us into a false sense of security. Y'know? I hope he's not really mean. You should knock. You have a better knock." Sophie's energy tended to be a little overwhelming, and Evie was MUCH cooler than she was, so she would absolutely know the best way to knock. FIRMLY, but not enough to make the guy grumpy, probably.

...What if he didn't like cookies?

..... "Woah." This place was AWESOME. They were inside, but it looked like they were outside and there was a firepit! Her reaction was much more excited than Sophie's, and Evie wandered around the 'patio' a bit before remembering WHY they came over here. Evie curiously peered into the box that said S'MORES and was JUST about to reach in to snag a marshmallow when Sophie told her to knock.

"He didn't look mean. When have you even heard me knock before?" Regardless, Evie walked up to the door and gave it a simple, but firm three knocks. Two was too little and four was too many. Three was perfect. Then she waited, hands clasped behind her back. "Think he's got any pets? He strikes me as ferret person."

It was a distinctive smell creeping under his doorway, one that permeated throughout the office slowly and took it's time in triggering a reaction from him. A warm, baking smell. It had drawn his eyes up to the door with suspicion. The fire couldn't burn, but it could cook and overcook. And there was always the chance that charms failed or spritzed.

He had been in the process of putting his quill down and raising himself from his desk to investigate when the knocks came. For some reason, that startled him into rushing over to the door. There was no screaming or shouting for help yet, no smoke seeping under his door from piles of s'mores overcooked, but there were knocks and that smell...

The door opened a bit more quickly than the situation outside warranted, and Sabel paused in mid speaking-breath as he caught the tail end of the casual, non-endangered conversation of the two girls outside his office. One eyebrow arched as he looked from the one closest to the door and over to the one with ... a tray of cookies. Well, that explained the smell. But...why cookies?

"I'm more partial to otters, myself." His eyebrow went up a bit higher, wondering just what about his persona made him seem like a ferret person. "How can I help you ladies?"



One thing he hadn't really considered when he had taken the position of Professor, was office hours and how to keep them. It was an interesting balance, moving between the practice halls and his office to try and tag each student that came to this area of the school. And slipping lunch in there somewhere, which, admittedly was where he had been this time.

It was a bit of a surprise to return to his office to find two students waiting on his return from the kitchens. Sitting quietly and without conversation, or s'mores. His attention slipped briefly to the box by the firepit. Was he out? Surely it was too early in the semester to be out already. Or maybe they just weren't hungry. But then, it was s'mores. Hard to resist. Hard crowd, maybe?

"Gentlemen, it's a bit early in the year for such serious looks, isn't it?" Who was first and what was troubling them? And, would he even be able to help? A bit of nerves were swallowed as Sabel moved over to the s'more box and lifted the lid with the toe of his shoe. Nope, still full.

His attention, and a small smile, returned to the two waiting students.

Sophie thought it was cute that Eves was so visibly excited by the seating area and noted that they DEFINITELY needed to return and make this a regular place to hang out. Well... HOPEFULLY they would be allowed to, if this new fellow liked them enough.

"Y'can't judge a book by its cover," she replied to Eves' observation, though Sophie also knew there was some weight to first impressions as well. The inquiry about knocking was irrelevant, so Soph went right on ahead to open her mouth and started to reply to the ferret bit when... the door opened. And there he WAS in all his gorgeous glory.

Then there was some VERY uncharacteristic nervous giggling bubbling in the throat of one Sophie Brown, and she managed to swallow it before shrugging nonchalantly, "That's a shame, 'cause my patronus is a ferret. Thought it was gonna be an otter for a long time, before I finally got it to take proper shape, but it's definitely a ferret." It wasn't a boastful tone - just conversational and thinking aloud. "Hopefully you'll still like us even though we're not otters, sir."

Very smooth, Soph.

... "Cookies?" She held the plate out to the man, letting him see it properly, half of it stacked with plain chocolate chip cookies and the other half stacked with peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. The latter was her personal favorite and specialty, but... just in case he had a weird allergy or something. PLAYING IT SAFE.

Help her, Eves. She was drowning.

Soooooo..... he had questions. LOTS of them. And Sabel has best have time for him or he'd be writing home and demanding to Emily to have him make time. Yeah. Yeah. It was just SO WEIRD to think that the dude he'd met at Christmas was going to be TEACHING him the ways of Defence and Darkness and Arts and KICKING BUTT. He had MAJOR questions and these started with the man's 'rules'.

Arriving at the place he knew to be the DADA office and things, he stood for a moment in silence. Already it looked different to when Professor Romanos had graced the halls. Merlin.

He liked her, missed her even... and this was all new territory for him. Just WHAT was Sabel up to?

...

Deciding he had stood for long enough, Zeke closed the gap between himself and the office door and knocked thrice with his fist.

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SPOILER!!: The Boys, separate time

One thing he hadn't really considered when he had taken the position of Professor, was office hours and how to keep them. It was an interesting balance, moving between the practice halls and his office to try and tag each student that came to this area of the school. And slipping lunch in there somewhere, which, admittedly was where he had been this time.

It was a bit of a surprise to return to his office to find two students waiting on his return from the kitchens. Sitting quietly and without conversation, or s'mores. His attention slipped briefly to the box by the firepit. Was he out? Surely it was too early in the semester to be out already. Or maybe they just weren't hungry. But then, it was s'mores. Hard to resist. Hard crowd, maybe?

"Gentlemen, it's a bit early in the year for such serious looks, isn't it?" Who was first and what was troubling them? And, would he even be able to help? A bit of nerves were swallowed as Sabel moved over to the s'more box and lifted the lid with the toe of his shoe. Nope, still full.

His attention, and a small smile, returned to the two waiting students.

Seems he wasn't the only one to come to the new professor's office as Kace showed up shortly after he had sat down. "Hey," Benny said simply, acknowledging the older boy's presence. Especially as he sat down at the fire himself. He let his mind wander for a little bit as he thought on what might transpire. The new professor hadn't looked too bad at the feast, but then looks could be deceiving...right? Speaking of looks...

Serious looks?

Benny turned at the voice that denoted the preceeding footsteps hadn't been another student. "Hello Professor," he greeted, debated getting to his feet. However he supposed a rush to do so might seem even more serious to the man. "Wasn't trying to be," the Gryffindor said, finally deciding to stay put. At least not too serious. Maybe it was more an informal thing.

New professor. That meant a visit, yes?

Leah walked into the seating area outside Professor Dakest's office, only to find herself... outside. Or a room that looked outside. Hmmm, nice interior design. Her brown eyes scanned the patio for a moment before landing on the SMORES. They were the awesome muggle treat she had tried a couple of years ago. Although she did want to try it again, she knew that the purpose of her visit was not for THIS. Therefore, she headed to the door and knocked.

Maybe if the professor was not here, she might as well grab some marshmallows to eat.

Text Cut: THE BOLT. She LIKES that nickname.

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It was a distinctive smell creeping under his doorway, one that permeated throughout the office slowly and took it's time in triggering a reaction from him. A warm, baking smell. It had drawn his eyes up to the door with suspicion. The fire couldn't burn, but it could cook and overcook. And there was always the chance that charms failed or spritzed.

He had been in the process of putting his quill down and raising himself from his desk to investigate when the knocks came. For some reason, that startled him into rushing over to the door. There was no screaming or shouting for help yet, no smoke seeping under his door from piles of s'mores overcooked, but there were knocks and that smell...

The door opened a bit more quickly than the situation outside warranted, and Sabel paused in mid speaking-breath as he caught the tail end of the casual, non-endangered conversation of the two girls outside his office. One eyebrow arched as he looked from the one closest to the door and over to the one with ... a tray of cookies. Well, that explained the smell. But...why cookies?

"I'm more partial to otters, myself." His eyebrow went up a bit higher, wondering just what about his persona made him seem like a ferret person. "How can I help you ladies?"

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Sophie thought it was cute that Eves was so visibly excited by the seating area and noted that they DEFINITELY needed to return and make this a regular place to hang out. Well... HOPEFULLY they would be allowed to, if this new fellow liked them enough.

"Y'can't judge a book by its cover," she replied to Eves' observation, though Sophie also knew there was some weight to first impressions as well. The inquiry about knocking was irrelevant, so Soph went right on ahead to open her mouth and started to reply to the ferret bit when... the door opened. And there he WAS in all his gorgeous glory.

Then there was some VERY uncharacteristic nervous giggling bubbling in the throat of one Sophie Brown, and she managed to swallow it before shrugging nonchalantly, "That's a shame, 'cause my patronus is a ferret. Thought it was gonna be an otter for a long time, before I finally got it to take proper shape, but it's definitely a ferret." It wasn't a boastful tone - just conversational and thinking aloud. "Hopefully you'll still like us even though we're not otters, sir."

Very smooth, Soph.

... "Cookies?" She held the plate out to the man, letting him see it properly, half of it stacked with plain chocolate chip cookies and the other half stacked with peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. The latter was her personal favorite and specialty, but... just in case he had a weird allergy or something. PLAYING IT SAFE.

Help her, Eves. She was drowning.

Can't judge a book by it's cover? Why not? Evie did it all the time. Sometimes her judgement changed when she actually got to know the perso--

Oh, hello. There he was. And he was an OTTER person. GOOD TO KNOW. A very girlish giggle escaped from Evie's throat and she was secretly glad that Sophie was rambling about patronuses or whatever, because she had momentarily forgotten why they had come to his office. However, she did get distracted about the patronus thing for a minute, impressed and jealous that Sophie could produce a corporeal patronus already. Hm. Something to work on this term, then.

Right, why did they come here? "Erm.... Oh, we wanted to talk to you about stuff." Right? That's what they had decided. OH, wait. "And interview you, 'cause Sophie's writing a thing about you for the.... thing." What was it called..? "The Quill, she's writing about you for The Quill." The information she provided could have come out a little more gracefully, but she had expected Sophie the Almighty to do all the talking, so Evie was ill prepared. But there it was. Could they come in now?

What, was with the giggling? Sabel looked between the two girls with all the reservation of a neutral expression as he could manage. Seriously? It felt like he was back in grade school.

Oh. Wait......he was.

But still, why with the giggling? No, you know what, it was better he didn't ask. Didn't question. There were more important things to worry about, like if the cookies being offered were laced with some type of poison, Veritaserum or even butterscotch. Merlin forbid it all, but students could be strange. And easily offended. Perhaps this batch wasn't tampered with, but if he refused such a generous offer it was very likely the next batch would be.

With a smile, he took two cookies off the offered plate. "Thank you, very much." He'd save them for later, bring them to Quiggley for testing. Or maybe even Flamsteed, though the results were likely to be skewed. Hm. "I have no beef with ferrets. Think they're quite cute actually. Each to his, or her, own. Congratulations on discovering your patronus, by the way." He'd keep that in mind.

And then there was that. The stuff. The writing. The interview. The quill.

As hard as he tried, he couldn't quite keep the grimace fully off his face. A reporter in the making? It was just his luck. He nearly stuffed the cookie in his mouth right then and there in the hopes that it would knock him right out, let him avoid this. But there was nothing like slamming a door in a young kid's face and hopes. And did they ever look hopeful.

Stepping to the side, Sabel opened the door to his office fully and refrained from sighing in resignation. "I'll be honest with you, I'm not partial to interviews. But come in and we'll talk about....stuff." Merlin only knew what that entailed.

OOC: You two may post in Sabel's office now



Sabel chuckled a little to himself. Professor. Boy did that ever sound strange, but he couldn't well tell the kid not to call him that. Then they'd do so for the other Professors and well, not everyone played well on a first, or last name, basis.

Letting the lid close to the box, Sabel tucked his hands in his pockets and looked to the boy that had spoken. He was still working on names. Surely, they would remind him. Hopefully. Maybe? "Most people don't aim to look serious." Deep thoughts then? Still early in the semester for that. "Mr. Atreyu was it? And..." Merlin help him...Lucky? Lethi? Lec... "Mr. Lecium." Nailed it! "What can I help you with?"



Who would it be this time? And what, exactly, did they want?

Those were the two questions that always popped into his mind whenever there was a rap, or occasionally bang, at his door. He had made a bit of a game of guessing, based on the softness or firmness of the knock and the number of knocks and a variety of other factors. So far, he wasn't landing very close with his guesses, but he was still new at this. Soon, he would have it down pat.

Today, he suspected a fifth or sixth year, who was having trouble casting a defensive shield. Probably the wrist movement and maybe the pronunciation....

Opening the door, all thoughts and speculations screeched to a halt and Sabel sort of just blinked down at the kid. It took him a moment to match the tinge of recognition to the face. Zeke. Emily's boy. He had almost forgotten he attended Hogwarts, and the height thing...he'd grown.

"Mr. Rogers, I presume." Straight face, he would do this all straight face. And probably get a Howler from his mother tomorrow. "If you are looking for insider advice on how to become the greatest dark wizard of all time, my office times for such inquiries are between the hours of no and never."

But, the kid didn't look too happy. Maybe joking about was a bad idea? Did Zeke even know who's office he had come to. Probably. He was a smart kid, after all.



At the sound of a knock, Sabel had roused himself from the paperwork on his desk and moved to answer it. A few sheets of parchment went with him, occupying one hand and his eyes as he closed the distance to the door and pulled it open. Glancing up, he was both somewhat surprised and mildly disappointed that the girl waiting had not helped herself to some s'mores. Or the magic fire. Commoon students.

Maybe he was answering the door too quickly? Perhaps he should let them stew and wait for a time. Couldn't well make a s'more in under ten seconds, now could they? Fair enough.

Lowering the papers to his side, he gave the young lady a friendly smile. "Afternoon, Miss Abbott. How can I help you?"

Admittedly, he hadn't worked on prioritising his questions just yet, and as a result had no idea what he was going to say first, or what he was going to lead with or HOW exactly he was going to start this interrogation. But he needed answers, and maybe something on the side.

When the door opened and Sabel appeared, Zeke couldn't help but GRIN... because SURELY there were more pro's than there were con's to this whole alien situation.

Wait.

MR. ROGERS... he presumed? HE PRESUMED TO KNOW HIM?! WHAT WAS THIS? As for the name thing, he was working on it. And was REALLY going to work on it.

"Just Zeke... no Rogers," he stated simply in response. Mr. Rogers had been his father once upon a time, but he AND that, was no more. "You should know that by now." Standards and expectations, this third year had them.

Furthermore what surprised him was that Sabel was being totally RUDE. "Don't be silly, I'm not stupid enough to ask for for advice on that directly, it's all about the bread crumbs," he acknowledged, "little things that seem perfectly innocent, I can't have people knowing my plans that's too much..." what was that word Elijah always harped on about? ... "anti...sipation." Something like that.

But um. Awkward much? Zeke inhaled a breath to help him stand taller, and swung his arms a little at his sides.

"You know it's rude not to invite people in? Generally people invite people in, does mum know about your manners?" If not, he could always inform her, he was sure she would love to hear that he was being rejected by her own friend where help with his class was involved. Woe is him.

As Kace was staring to the fire, he noticed the Professor called him out. He lifted his head up and got up and turned to face him. He saw other students so he wasn't the only one coming to him for help. "Well first I wanted to introduce myself but I take it you know my name already.." he joked with a friendly smile. More importantly he said, "I am also here to discuss career options as well because I got my OWLS score and I did well in the DADA section. I was wondering what jobs to get with that.." he said hopefully he didn't sound too desperate. He was just curious to know what his options were.

It was difficult, to maintain a straight face. Especially with the initial excited grin of the boy, and the subsequent lecture that he got. By the end of it, Sabel couldn't manage and the genuine smile he'd been retaining came forth with a belt of laughter.

"By Merlin's socks, Zeke, you take so much after your mother. It's good to see you." Opening the door, he stepped to the side to let the kid in. "You sure you want to come in? There are s'mores out here." Though, he supposed he could pull a few into his office. Why was no one interested in the s'mores. Perhaps he would have to try a different food.

OOC: You may post in Sabel's office now if you wish



Sabel's eyes went from Atreyu to Lecium, his mood sobering a little at the question that was presented. So far, this was the second student to jump from OWL scores to a career destination. The true question was, how was he to put the answer delicately?

Propping his foot on the edge of the firepit, Sabel scraped the heel of his shoe on the edge of the stone. "Well, congratulations are in order for your OWL scores, of that there is no doubt. But, it's not a direct link from test scores to a career choice. Scores are a requirement, but not the deciding factor. The biggest question you need to start asking yourself, is what career your personality is lined up for. Scores can change, personality is harder." Talk about a vague answer. "You can do a lot with good scores in DADA, as you can with good scores in other subjects, but that just means you can get in. Not that you'll do well."

There was a new DADA professor, so Lux figured that called for a visit. She had seen him at the staff table during the feast, but as they hadn't talked yet she had no idea if he was nice or not. Hopefully he would be because Romanos had been. She missed her former professor, but knew that things happened and times changed.

Reaching the waiting area, the redhead was seriously impressed. A firepit and S'MORES kit?? Okay, she liked this man already if only for that because s'mores were absolutely amazing. Ugh, Bay would have loved this place. She'd tell him about it later when they talked through the two-way mirrors.

Lux could seriously stay here for hours, but she had a professor to meet. Heading to the door she knocked and waited for him to answer.

Kace saw the new Professor take a while to answer. He seemed to be thinking and it seemed more like a rejection answer. He was prepared though for anything. He heard the test scores aren't a direct link to a career choice. Hmm that was interesting. He thought it did. He actually had no idea what his personality is lined up for. I mean he did love creatures because of his farm life. He actually found his answer was somewhat vague but helpful at the same time. Maybe he can ask out of curiosity. "That is true. Thanks...?" he trailed off to get his name. He didn't think he said it or even mentioned it. I mean he probably had his name on his desk.

"But what career choices do you think you can get with something dealing with Defense Against the Darks Arts besides an Auror?" I mean he wanted to know. Maybe he had a pamphlet somewhere?

When he heard the knock, Sabel decided to test out his new theory. Wait, and perhaps s'mores would be used. As of yet, there hadn't really been a student who had taken to making themselves a few, or even one. Perhaps they thought the box was charmed, cursed even? Perhaps they thought it a trick. He would be impressed, however he had a suspicion most of it was on account of either lack of observance or impatience.

It didn't help his disappointment any, when he opened the door to find yet another student empty handed without s'mores or even magic fire. Pity.

His eyes went to the firepit and then back to the young girl. Interesting, it also seemed to be the higher years that kept showing up. So far, Zeke was the youngest to have knocked on his door. "Miss Carrington, right? How can I help you?"



One eyebrow rose. "Professor Dakest." But really, could he expect all students to remember all Professor's names so early in the year. No, probably not. So, no harm done.

And the kid didn't want to be an Auror? That was interesting. It seemed the most common jump from DADA was Auror or Hit Wizard. Granted, Lecium hadn't said 'not Hit Wizard', but he was going to deliberately leave that suggestion out. If he wasn't interested in Auror, chances were he had no interest in becoming a Hit Wizard. That, and it would do nothing for his conscience to suggest to a young mind they pursue such a career, regardless of whether they wanted to be an Auror or not.

Shifting his weight, Sabel sat down on the ledge of the fireplace and considered the two boys. The other one was rather silent, perhaps needing a more private conversation? Perhaps just listening.

"Well, Accidents and Catasrophe's could always use a hand, as could the Department of Mysteries. A member of the Invisible Task Force, Oblivator," though that one made him cringe, "Unspeakable. There's also Security Officers in the Law Enforcement Department, or forensics and investigators. Curse breaker with Gringots, or elsewhere. You could find work with the Magical Creature Department. And that's just inside the ministry. There's always need for teachers, tutors, private investigator hires, ward makers and breakers....." Did he see where Sabel was going with this?

Perhaps he should try a different approach, especially given the kid seemed rather interested in trying to flesh out a career choice. He spread his hands. "What other areas are you interested in, or do you excel at?"

There he was!!

And he knew her last name already? Wooooooow. Lux was impressed. She wondered how he had managed to do that seeing as this was their first time talking. Maybe she was famous or something. Haha, not really. She was just a lameo. "Yes, I am Lux Carrington!" And she was happy to meet him because he liked s'mores and as such had amazing taste in food.

Why was she here?? That was a good question! "Well, I wanted to welcome you to the teaching staff and say hi!" It was always nice to welcome people even though she was pretty sure that he had attended Hogwarts when he was younger. Weren't most professors former students if not all of them??

Kace couldn't help but snort at the name. Then he realized it was so rude and he covered it up with, "Oh I am sorry I just find it ironic. Your name is Professor Darkest and your teaching a dark subject. I just find it kind of ironic in a way." he smiled and couldn't help but grinning. Anyhow when he asked his question, he saw him shifting his weight and Kace didn't wanna make him feel uncomfortable at all. That was the last thing he wanted to do or maybe he was thinking hard? That could possibly be it. He saw Professor Darkest look at Benny and he did seem silent. He looked at him and maybe he needed a private conversation which he could understand. Kace used to be shy.

After hearing the suggestions, he was thinking and picking and choosing between the two. The department of mysteries sounded realllyy cool and mysterious too hence the name. He was smiling and said as a comment, "Hmm the department of mysteries sound cool." He saw where he was going with this and he nodded. "Oh okay wowww I didn't know there was a lot of jobs with that. I mean thanks for the ideas..." he wished he had a pencil or pen. "Do you have a pen and paper per chance?" he asked and grinned sheepishly. He wanted to write it all down for his parents to see.

So Professor Darkest wanted to know what areas he excelled in? Kace thought about it and said, "Well I am kind of into everything right now. I mean I do have an interest in Astro, COMC, DADA, not so much potions because my sister is in it. But I do love creatures because I have a farm back home and my dream would be to work with Dragons and such around the world.." he shrugged. "I guess he found my calling huh?" he asked him and felt bad for wasting his time.

Well, that would have been embarrassing if he had mixed up names. First official meeting, though he had seen her about the school. Did that mean they should make it official? Handshake or something? Really, he wasn't sure how Professors did this. So, he stuck out his hand in greeting. May as well. Couldn't hurt. "Nice to meet you officially, Miss Carrington. And thank you for the welcome, it is very kind of you."

Was that it then? No questions? No concerns?

Sabel tried his best not to eye her, while eyeing her. Perhaps that really was it, or maybe she needed some time to get the words out. Once the handshake was done, he motioned to the firepit. "I fancy a s'more. Would you care to join me? There's little point in making just one."

Two birds with one stone. S'mores and conversation. Maybe...




Alright, he could understand not knowing every Professor's name, but this? This got a seriously raised eyebrow and something of a blank stare. He was pretty sure he had articulated quite well, but then again, maybe he hadn't. Best to try again, while he agreed with the irony of it, that was not a nickname he wanted going around.

"Da-Kest." Say it with us kid. "Professor D, if you must." Not that it was any less cring-worthy, but it was the lesser of the nickname evils.

Letting it go, figuring that one correction was enough, Sabel listened to the boy's revelation, watching it grow in his eyes. He nodded slightly, a small smile touching his lips. "There are a lot of fields the skills of DADA can be applied to."

He was only starting to understand why Tate had discouraged him from being an Auror. The thought brought a brief frown to his lips, as he absently padded around at his pockets, looking for pen and parchment. When he came up empty handed, he gave the boy a 'hold-that-thought' gesture and disappeared into his office. It was a moment before he returned, passing quill and parchment to Lecium as he took a seat on the edge of the firepit again.

Folding his hands in his lap, he watched the kid scribble notes down. "I would recommend writing to the Ministry, Care of Magical Creatures especially. I've heard they have a Dragon department, and goodness knows they could always use help." He hesitated before rolling one shoulder. "There's also the ITF, International Task Force. You'd work in Tibet, with the Yetis."

Awww, Professor Dakest was just so sweet. He reminded her of Professor Culloden in that way, and of course her boyfriend was the sweetest person in the world. Happily she shook his hand. "Likewise." And with that out of the way, she got the idea that he wasn't sure if she had an ulterior motive for being here or not.

Well then. At least there were s'mores?

"I'd love to join you!" As if he needed to ask her twice. She was already heading to the seating area. Maybe she would ask him a few things while they were at it since Defence Against the Dark Arts was important for her becoming a potioneer. Might be best to wait a moment before bombarding the man with questions though.

Kace chuckled to diffuse the tension and felt soooo embarrassed because he got the new teachers name wrong. "Sorry Professor Dakest.." he sheepishly grinned. He will remember that calling him Professor D. Aaah there was many fields DADA can be applied to? Interesting but he did love creatures wayy to much. He found them fascinating. When he asked for parchment, he noticed Professor Dakest was getting him some like he requested. He was still sitting on the firepit watching the flames dance. He titled his head and asked, "Writing to the Ministry? I didn't know you could do that.." he said more to himself out loud. "There is a Dragon Department?" he asked skeptically. Now come on he must be pulling his leg. "Nahh I would rather work with Dragons than Yetis in my opinion.." he told him honestly.

Zander had been holding back from visiting this particular office for quite a while now. Really he should've made a visit right before classes started, but he was quite uneasy about it. If it was Professor Romanos, it would've been different. But how was he supposed to explain to this new Professor that he had failed this OWL. He'd ruin whatever first impression he had managed to make in class, though he had really stayed relatively quite thus far, trying not to draw too much attention to himself.... Incase he really wasn't allowed to show up or anything.

Anyways, upon entering the seating area, he was very surprised. What in the world? It was GREAT?! Normally sitting around waiting for a Professor was nervewracking. But this place, he couldn't imagine being nervous here (except he kind of was, but momentarily distracted) (ahem). Had he really just taken a step into a waiting area or the great outdoors? Magic really did do wonders.

Maybe he'd have to make some smores later. But right now there was some business to attend to. Right then, onwards. He walked towards the closed door and took one deep breath before knocking twice. One-Two. And then took a step back. Hopefully this would go over well. He didn't need another Professor hating him. Professor Q was enough of an enemy on his own thankyouverymuch.

Most people don't aim to look serious

True. Which was why whatever the new professor saw in his appearance couldn't entirely be taken at full face value. Benny nodded as his name was guessed without full proper introduction, the sixth year wondering how he did it. Or any staffer for that matter. So many names to keep straight which was why nametags usually helped in the classes early in the term.

He listened as Kace finally spoke up, answering Dakest's question towards them both. The Hufflepuff appeared to have been luckier than him in his DADA OWL. Ben himself was pretty sure he wasn't heading in the direction of the other boy's career options. But he still wanted to improve in the area. Yet even still, he listened intently to what the auror-turned-educator had to say. And what Kace said in return.

Mention of the Magical Creatures department of the Ministry got the Gryffindor to perk up. "Yeah...last year Professor Thompson mentioned DADA as something to pay attention to for my own plan with dragons and creatures ," he mused finally speaking again. And it seemed Kace had an interest there as well. He was certainly paying attention to the conversation now even if the information given hadn't been the original intention of the visit. He still needed to perhaps improve his DADA skills if his scores had been anything to follow.