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The area outside of Professor Myers' office is quite warm, comfy, and welcoming. Knock on his door, have a seat, and wait for him to let you inside. You might indulge in the different Herbology magazines he keeps scattered around the place, or admire his eccentric taste in furniture as you wait.
Everything smells nice, fresh, and natural. Professor Myers will let you in as soon as he can.
OOC: Please post your character in here FIRST. Have your character knock on the door and wait for Professor Myers to tell you to come in. <3
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Zander sure was glad that the scary Headmistress who hated him wasn't teaching his favorite subject anymore. Except... There were a record number of horrible Herbology experiences ever since Beautiful Bentley left, so he couldn't just stand around and wait for the first lesson. Duh. That'd be a horrible way to start of the term. Another surprise horrible Professor was the last thing he needed.
So here he was. To investigate, interrogate, and maybe take some mental notes. Really with Zander Adair, who ever knew? Was there ever a reason behind anything he did? Plenty. Any logical reasons? Mostly never.
And now that all that was out there, he walked past the strange seats and knocked (three times) on the door. And now he'd just uh, try and sit in these weird contraptions... For now, anyways. Hopefully he wouldn't be waiting too long because these chairs didn't look very comfortable.
... How do you even sit in this?
He was clearly struggling.
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Right off the bat, Reagan could tell Professor Myers' office would be one of her favorite areas in all the school.
The quaint area practically vibrated with nature; through smells, sounds, and decor, with neat chairs that resembled FLOWERS. What a cute idea! Naturally, Rea took a seat almost immediately, eager to see if they were as comfortable as they looked (which they were, thank you).
...and she'd forgotten to knock.
Keeping her hat in place as she stood once more, she went about knocking before making herself comfy once more. There. Now the Professor would know she was here.
...and she wasn't alone. Rea had seen the familiar looking Gryffindor boy at the feast, and had heard whisperings of his name and such. Hadn't they went to school together before? She wanted to say yes."Hello," Reagan offered pleasantly.
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Under explicit instructions to find the new Herbology professor and give him a hard timegift from his mum, Davie wandered down to the greenhouses with his gift tucked neatly away into his messenger bag. What he hadn't been expecting to find were two other students also waiting on the new guy.
Huh.
Davie silently appraised the other two as he approached them. One he recognized as an older student from his house; and the other, of course, was the HEAD BOY, as the badge on his chest proclaimed.
"Oh!" David declared, realizing at once who this golden-haired lion must be. "You're Zander Adair." He stared at him a little more and scratched his head, mussing up his dark hair as he tried to recall everything his mum had ever said about Zander Adair. She had had a lot to tell him about certain Prefects before sending him off to school. Yes, the name Zander Adair had been mentioned more than once in the Truebridge household.
The thought to introduce himself to these older students hasn't occurred just yet though. It was still early and Davie needed another cup of tea to wake up fully.
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Pretend that as Paul calls your character in, the previous person has already left!
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SPOILER!!: Zander
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
Zander sure was glad that the scary Headmistress who hated him wasn't teaching his favorite subject anymore. Except... There were a record number of horrible Herbology experiences ever since Beautiful Bentley left, so he couldn't just stand around and wait for the first lesson. Duh. That'd be a horrible way to start of the term. Another surprise horrible Professor was the last thing he needed.
So here he was. To investigate, interrogate, and maybe take some mental notes. Really with Zander Adair, who ever knew? Was there ever a reason behind anything he did? Plenty. Any logical reasons? Mostly never.
And now that all that was out there, he walked past the strange seats and knocked (three times) on the door. And now he'd just uh, try and sit in these weird contraptions... For now, anyways. Hopefully he wouldn't be waiting too long because these chairs didn't look very comfortable.
... How do you even sit in this?
He was clearly struggling.
.....The first knock on the door startled Paul enough to spill his tea on his lap. Well. He cleared it up quickly with his wand and peeked his head out. Oh. Three whole persons waiting in here.
"Ahh..I...okay--" that was overwhelming HAHAHA. "Headboy........Adair?" He was learning names...badly, too. "Come right in--" to the other two, "I'll...come get you when we're done, yes?" He smiled cheerfully and gestured Zander right in.
"Refreshments?" He asked....
SPOILER!!: Reagan!
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Originally Posted by Govoni
Right off the bat, Reagan could tell Professor Myers' office would be one of her favorite areas in all the school.
The quaint area practically vibrated with nature; through smells, sounds, and decor, with neat chairs that resembled FLOWERS. What a cute idea! Naturally, Rea took a seat almost immediately, eager to see if they were as comfortable as they looked (which they were, thank you).
...and she'd forgotten to knock.
Keeping her hat in place as she stood once more, she went about knocking before making herself comfy once more. There. Now the Professor would know she was here.
...and she wasn't alone. Rea had seen the familiar looking Gryffindor boy at the feast, and had heard whisperings of his name and such. Hadn't they went to school together before? She wanted to say yes."Hello," Reagan offered pleasantly.
Okay, all done with Zander Adair. Charming fellow, really.
The white-haired man merely shoved his arm out his office door to beckon Reagan inside. "Come in, come in, dear--" he said in JUST as cheerfully a tone as he had before.
"Anything to drink?"
SPOILER!!: GAH DAVID
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Under explicit instructions to find the new Herbology professor and give him a hard timegift from his mum, Davie wandered down to the greenhouses with his gift tucked neatly away into his messenger bag. What he hadn't been expecting to find were two other students also waiting on the new guy.
Huh.
Davie silently appraised the other two as he approached them. One he recognized as an older student from his house; and the other, of course, was the HEAD BOY, as the badge on his chest proclaimed.
"Oh!" David declared, realizing at once who this golden-haired lion must be. "You're Zander Adair." He stared at him a little more and scratched his head, mussing up his dark hair as he tried to recall everything his mum had ever said about Zander Adair. She had had a lot to tell him about certain Prefects before sending him off to school. Yes, the name Zander Adair had been mentioned more than once in the Truebridge household.
The thought to introduce himself to these older students hasn't occurred just yet though. It was still early and Davie needed another cup of tea to wake up fully.
And...okay. Next person. He'd have to learn names O_o
"Sorry to keep you waiting, dear boy--" he winked at the kid and gestured him in. "Come in, come in--make yourself comfortable--anything to drink?" He liked to asked that as they walked IN so he didn't have to sit down, ask, and then get back up. Because oh BOTHER.
OOC: You can all post inside his office now <3
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So making his circuit or tour around the new Professors has lead him to one of his least favorite classes. Well unless the class was on man eating plants because those were just awesome. Still just normal plants never interested Dante.
Dante knocked and turned around and noticed the weird furniture. Well that was certainly interesting and weird.
He sat down and felt like his behind was being eaten by a plant.
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Just as he figured out how to go about sitting down in this… contraption, he heard footsteps approaching and oh! He… Didn’t know this girl. Well, she looked familiar enough, maybe they had classes together in the past or something? Zander couldn’t quite place it, but she definitely looked vaguely familiar. He gave her a small nod and a ”Hello,” in return. Okay, question why these chairs, Professor? W H Y?
And y’know what was weirder than the chairs? How busy this seating area was starting to get. Was the Professor having a party or something? Because Zander wasn’t invited. How rude. Wait. Short Ravenclaw boy say WHAAAAAT? He knew Zander by name??? The Gryffindor blinked a few times, silently trying to figure out who this kid was, but no luck. Zander didn’t even have the slightest hint of a name. Huh. Weird. ”…. That’s me,” weiiiiiiiiiird. Zander was sketched out.
Well okay, no. It was probably because of the new badge. Tons of people apparently knew his name now. Though the way this kid was looking at him… It looked like there was something more to it. As if he knew stuff about Zander which was totally impossible because the two had never ever met in his entire life. Zander was about 8000.6% sure. Maybe. ”Who are—“
But before he could finish the thought, the office door opened to reveal a quite frazzled looking Professor Myers. Oh. And he knew Zander’s name too?!???? This was too easy. Zander didn’t even have to try to be memorable anymore. Huh. A double edged sword though, probably.
Anyways. Going in. He was gonna go in. Still trying to shake off that weird vibe he got from the short kid.
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So making his circuit or tour around the new Professors has lead him to one of his least favorite classes. Well unless the class was on man eating plants because those were just awesome. Still just normal plants never interested Dante.
Dante knocked and turned around and noticed the weird furniture. Well that was certainly interesting and weird.
He sat down and felt like his behind was being eaten by a plant.
....And another student? Paul had JUST sat down behind his desk for some pleasure reading when...he heard the knock. He poked his head out, saw the younger fellow and waved at him cheerfully.
"Hi there! Come right in! Want anything to drink?" He asked as he went to sit back down.
OOC: You are free to post in his office now <3
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'See me after class' was starting to become a regular thing for Daxton to hear, but he was not too worried, only curious. If anything, it was something interesting to fill up his boring days, just a little. The only thing that got him anywhere close to anxiety was being faced with the closed door of the office.
Daxton did not knock. He could not. But he was now familiar enough with the issue that he was used to simply waiting in the seating areas of the offices until the teacher in question showed up. He had come here straight from class, no doubt Myers would show up shortly.
... Unless he had managed to get here first, which might mean he was in the office, and not intending to leave for a while.
Well, that was not a problem either. Daxton would wait a short while, and if the professor did not appear from either inside the office or the way Daxton himself had just come, he would simply go on his way. But he would not knock.
He did, however, warily eye up the seating options provided. What was that fabric? It looked like it would be... incredibly unpleasant to the touch. Daxton would just... stay over here. Away from that furniture. Yes.
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'See me after class' was starting to become a regular thing for Daxton to hear, but he was not too worried, only curious. If anything, it was something interesting to fill up his boring days, just a little. The only thing that got him anywhere close to anxiety was being faced with the closed door of the office.
Daxton did not knock. He could not. But he was now familiar enough with the issue that he was used to simply waiting in the seating areas of the offices until the teacher in question showed up. He had come here straight from class, no doubt Myers would show up shortly.
... Unless he had managed to get here first, which might mean he was in the office, and not intending to leave for a while.
Well, that was not a problem either. Daxton would wait a short while, and if the professor did not appear from either inside the office or the way Daxton himself had just come, he would simply go on his way. But he would not knock.
He did, however, warily eye up the seating options provided. What was that fabric? It looked like it would be... incredibly unpleasant to the touch. Daxton would just... stay over here. Away from that furniture. Yes.
Paul was breathing heavily as he ended class. It was always a little nerve-wracking, wasn't it? He'd done this every day since September...and still, his heart beat anxiously in his chest before and after each one.
He missed Milton.
He knew he had to meet Mr. Prince--so he would leave their crates for now. He slipped into room, also slipping off his gloves, one at a time, and nodded at Daxton. "Hello hello, m'boy--let's go right into my office, then-" he said softly. Paul swept past Daxton and into his office, holding the door open for the boy.
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Hugo had been wanting to pay Myers a visit 'cause he was cool and that. So here he was. Before he knocked on the door, the fourth year scanned curiously the room. It was nothing like the others especially with the furniture, Hugo stood there staring at a...flower....couch? Did he trusted enough to sit and not get eaten by it? He knew about that Venus plant.
Bottom line: the room was interesting. Hugo grabbed one of the magazines and knocked on the door twice. He ran through the pages stopping randomly just to see the pictures.
There were certainly ways for Paul to know when someone was in the seating area, waiting for him to let them into his office. He wasn't too busy right now. Just sipping his tea and doing some journal writing. He had an unfinished letter to Milton...but it was all too much right now. He had a headache--and the man was feeling down in the dumps.
He really needed to talk to Botros about bring his doggie next term...
But there was someone waiting for him--Paul's charms alerted him--and he peeked his head out. "Hello there, Mr. Foster--it's lovely to see you, m'boy--come right in, then-" he said and waved the boy inside before going to sit at his desk.
OOC: You can post in his office now <3
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A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
Yoongi had not forgotten the invitation for a cup of tea that the Professor had given him during the snowball fight when it had been winter. But he hadn’t had time to pay a visit because he had classes to attend during the week and he was trying to keep up with the loads of homework they got. Not to mention that he had to spend time at the dueling club meetings and preparing for the tournament as well. All in all, he had been busy but on a clear spring day he finally had some time for himself. Plus he didn’t need to be sick in order to get a cup of tea right? Heh.
The area of the seating area with warm and comfy , although the chairs were rather….eccentric… but he past them and knocked on the door three times before turning back. The chairs in question looked like flowers though the design was weird. Like that ugly dress during Astronomy that Norah had loved… He had the feeling that if he sat down his behind would be stuck so he stood there, head curiously cocked to the side as he looked at the seats. Had someone ever sat in it before? Curious..curious….
Yoongi had not forgotten the invitation for a cup of tea that the Professor had given him during the snowball fight when it had been winter. But he hadn’t had time to pay a visit because he had classes to attend during the week and he was trying to keep up with the loads of homework they got. Not to mention that he had to spend time at the dueling club meetings and preparing for the tournament as well. All in all, he had been busy but on a clear spring day he finally had some time for himself. Plus he didn’t need to be sick in order to get a cup of tea right? Heh.
The area of the seating area with warm and comfy , although the chairs were rather….eccentric… but he past them and knocked on the door three times before turning back. The chairs in question looked like flowers though the design was weird. Like that ugly dress during Astronomy that Norah had loved… He had the feeling that if he sat down his behind would be stuck so he stood there, head curiously cocked to the side as he looked at the seats. Had someone ever sat in it before? Curious..curious….
Paul was not in his office at the MOMENT. He was down in the kitchens, eating some food, socializing with the friendly elves, the like.
But of course, he felt the charm that someone was in his WAITING AREA OH DEAR PAUL BETTER RUN TO GET THERE! He KNEW he should have posted a note, gosh darn it! He cursed his own laziness the whole stumbling way back to his office.
He was out of breath when he got here. Oh dear. It was Yoongi!
"M-my d-dear BOY--" he was hunched over, hands on his knees, huffing...and puffing...
O___O He was not in shape whatsoever.
"It.....is lovely....to see...........you." HA! He smiled and straightened up a bit, clutching his chest. He hadn't jogged since....January. It was now mid March. "Well...le-let's go inside--I'll make.....tea--" and he gestured towards his door for Yoongi to walk in first.
OOC: You can post in the office <3
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Davie had a very, very VERY big book in his bag, and it was high time for him to return it to its rightful owner. Pausing outside the Herbologist's door, Davie paused to unload the bag from his shoulder and take a breath. Whew. He loved books and all, but maybe he was outdoing the extension charm on his backpack. He raised his fist and knocked politely, then took a step back toward the weird flower furniture here. Myers had BETTER be in!
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Davie had a very, very VERY big book in his bag, and it was high time for him to return it to its rightful owner. Pausing outside the Herbologist's door, Davie paused to unload the bag from his shoulder and take a breath. Whew. He loved books and all, but maybe he was outdoing the extension charm on his backpack. He raised his fist and knocked politely, then took a step back toward the weird flower furniture here. Myers had BETTER be in!
Paul was literally doing nothing right now besides laying on the floor of his office, deep in meditation, when he heard the knock. It rattled him slightly, and it took him a minute to get...accustomed to being in this realm of awareness.
Well then.
The mellow man was wearing casual clothes...sweatpants and a t-shirt, as he peeked out of his office. Seeing David, he SMILED. "Hello! Come in come in, m'boy!" he gestured him inside.