“ Ah, Leona. Afternoon to you, too. ”
A casual greeting. One that sounded as if he’d COMPLETELY brushed away the concern of his own student. Though that wasn’t true at all. It was a sort of dance that Divus had taken to playing with the other. That said, it was a most exasperating performance at the LION’S expense. The professor paid him a glance if only to give the assurance that his presence was not only acknowledged but that his QUESTION had been heard. Hands busied themselves with reorganizing the ingredients decorating the tables of the classroom, quiet and easy to miss mutterings accounting for everything as he checked off a mental list.
“ That would be TRUE. While potion-making is a very solitary task, there’s times when it can be a partnership. There’s also times when you might have to play off what the other is brewing. Therefore, I do hope you know how to play nice. ”
“ Yeah, yeah. ” Leona found himself half-heartedly nodding. Playing nice wasn’t exactly on his to-do list, but it would be too much of a pain to argue with the professor about such a thing --- that would only make their interaction even LONGER than it needed to be. It certainly didn’t help that the notorious ‘ Professor Crewel ’ seemed to regularly enjoy messing with his students just like he did his ever so loved mutts.
Keeping that in mind, the young man found his way to sit down at the table across from which the professor was putting away the supplies at. This would probably take a while. His chin quickly found its way resting in his palm as he continued speaking. “ Who am I working with though ? ” His question was short and simple --- the perfect sign that he wasn’t really here for idle chatter --- the PERFECT SIGN that he’d rather not be here with his very obviously LEAST favorite professor. And here he was, with the man more than likely about to do the last thing he wanted right now. // @lovesemblance