#eccentriclookingwizard

Danyal had gotten chatting with a young witch with white blonde hair in Flourish and Blott's. She’d been very interested in his odd robes and the scarab necklace he wore. She was extremely patient with his less than perfect English as he talked about it. When Luna’s father came over, Danyal grinned as she made introductions. “Daddy, this is Mr. Danyal Salama. He is going to be a new professor and Quidditch instructor at Hogwarts this year. He wears a cursed scarab. Isn’t that interesting?” Danyal’s gaze cast down at his necklace with a quirky smile. “Well it is not so much cursed anymore. Now it protects me but not before it really messed me up but --- that’s a life.” Luna seemed to agree, nodding brightly before Danyal stuck his hand out to Mr. Lovegood. “Nice to be meeting you.”

The sudden exclamation caused Remus to choke a bit on his butterbeer. The form clung a bit to the facial hair on his upper lip but the professor quickly rectified that with a small bar napkin before turning in his stool to perk a brow in Xenophilius’s direction. Remus’s cheeks were slightly pink but he did his best not to think about that lest they flush harder. “Lovegood, so nice to see you again,” said Remus, addressing him as he would if they were still in school together. If Remus recalled right, the other had been a year ahead of him and naturally being in a different house led to no use of a first name. “What was that just now? I didn’t quite catch it. Why don’t you sit. Does Luna know you’re in Hogsmede today? Seems a shame she’s not yet in her third year, else she could have met up with you.” Better to turn the discussion to something more appropriate should Xenophilius wish to save face. Even if it had been nice to hear. 

She stepped away and made a few final adjustments. Made sure the doors were sealed properly and his outfit spread out before him. “Right--- ye can look now.”

      -- “Hand over the tea pot and nobody gets hurt.”

percy, immediately: i dont want that near me

“The pattern is simplistic and methodical, it should be easy enough for you to follow.”

“Can’t hold it against you, really, seeing as we’re posting this two months late.”

"It’s not like, y’know, picking your nose. You don’t just dig in these knuckle-deep and pull out some golden (or green, I think?) little nugget. Picking someone’s brain--that’s an act of violence. You gotta go in there with saws or those little pinchy-things they used on mummies to pull the brain out through nose and you gotta dig in there deep and grab hold and yank it out and it’s--it’s not pleasant. Y’know.”