“Oh, then you must be Professor Skeeter,” Viola said brightly, almost immediately, and flushed a little because that had not been meant to come out aloud. “I don’t know much about Herbology, but,” she added, with a sheepish little shrug. Except now she probably sounded weird, to know his name but nothing about his subject - but she had quizzed her sisters extensively about Hogwarts, and Daisy was there at the moment, so she did have some awareness of the personalities up at the castle, if not the whole curriculum. (By the sound of it, Mr. Skeeter was one of the more fun professors.)
And one of the nice ones, too, it seemed. “- but that’s still awfully nice of you, to stay,” Viola finished, trying to recover her manners. It sounded a little sad when he said it like that, though, as if he had nowhere better to be.
And one of the nice ones, too, it seemed. “- but that’s still awfully nice of you, to stay,” Viola finished, trying to recover her manners. It sounded a little sad when he said it like that, though, as if he had nowhere better to be.
