Gus just laughed as he watched Mason; Defense Against the Dark Arts was certainly alluring in some aspects - he certainly wouldn’t have taken the job if it couldn’t keep his attention. Still, he figured he could handle that with the first and second years; teaching them easier spells was where he’d planned on starting, and hopefully from there he’d get to know them. “Well, you’re an expert to me.” He mumbled. Thank goodness Mason was here to put up with him.

He found himself nodding. “Ay, I have a Boggart lined up for the fourth and fifth years to see but ah…” He paused before he rubbed the back of his head, his head tilting toward the ceiling of the greenhouse. “I don’t want things to get out of hand. Hell, I’m not quite sure I want them to see what I’m afraid of.” That was hard to explain to a bunch of young kids, and truthfully he wasn’t entirely sure what it’d be. He hadn’t faced a boggart in years; too bad the hinkypunk didn’t work out because he could have shown that with ease.

Gus sighed as he turned to look at Mason, wondering briefly if he wanted any help setting up; thinking better of it for the moment (he’d never been too good at Herbology), he rubbed the back of his head. “What about the seventh years? They’re… I don’t know. Bored? The lassies are all banding together. They wanted to learn how to stupify each other non verbally but ah… I’m not that dumb. I won’t be responsible for that happening around here.” Truthfully, they were kind of mean. But he wasn’t going to be bullied by a bunch of seventh year girls.

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