Amusement ran rampant in the professor’s gaze, his lips being forced to turn downward before he looked back to the student. “Get to lunch.”

One thing I do not like about teaching, is absolutely the parents.

My lookalike has arrived!

Barely more sign ups than Gobstones. Hurtful.

I am only trying to find you more friends.

Mr. Goldstein, please

Really?! Lovely, I’ll be pleased to see you there.

I cant tell you you’re my favorite, that’s not how this works!

They’re going to know.

I just know Flitwick’s got his dancing shoes on.

Oooooh my god.

“You can do better than that, Mr. Goldstein, come on!”

“But it’s not actually Greek is it? Greek Fire?” His Brandy was nearly finished, the wizard leaning back in his seat in the back of the Three Broomsticks — looking across to table to his partner for the day, @Osiris__DT.

A very brief appearance being made — this is purely for work.

I honestly — cannot believe that I didn’t even get a proper hello.

Very well, off with you. Tell the Alchemy club I say hello.

He had to shake his head, though not scolding the student for his . . exuberance. “Only here for the moment, I’m afraid. Tell me all about it when you get back to school.”