The Year Begins

[mygiantbluehead]

Who: Professor Gustave Myros (mygiantbluehead ), Professor Rapunzel Lily.
What: Discussing the coming school year and the challenges and rewards it will bring. Also, fluff.
When: Late August.
Where: The Hogwarts Express.

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[notsobadinthere]

Rapunzel leaned her head on his shoulder, smiling at him. "Oh, it'll be fine," she assured him. The words were accompanied by a light cuddle. "The real question is, when will the snack trolley be coming around?" Usually Gustave was more sweets-minded than Rapunzel, but she hadn't eaten in a while. The first day heading back was always hectic, and a good snack would be wonderful right about then.

She paused, though, in case his question had been more serious than she'd thought. "It really will be fine, you know."

[mygiantbluehead]

"Oh, I know," Gustave assured her as he returned the smile. "I was just speculating. It's... Actually becoming quite amusing now. I believe some of my fif--sixth years, now, are giving odds on the outcomes."

To be honest, the sniggers, questions and remarks about his appearance were becoming less hurtful with each passing year. Part of it was that he had Rapunzel, whom he knew loved him exactly as he was, but it was also mostly because his confidence in himself was growing.

Of course, it didn't hurt that his idea of what a detention should be composed of soon got around and the first years quickly learned to keep thier mouths shut unless they could be polite. Gustave considered his detentions to be a service to the Hogwarts community.

"And I'm not sure," he admitted in answer to her question about the snack trolley. "But I did pack a few things in case it was late. After all, you can never go amiss with extra provisions."

[notsobadinthere]

Rapunzel was quick to sit up. "Did you?" She knelt on her seat and reached up towards his trunk. "May I? What did you bring?"

Rapunzel was excited to spend another year as the Professor of the Arts at Hogwarts. It was a wonderful subject, quickly accessible to students from all places and bloodlines. She still did her own paintings to sell in her free time, but teaching had come to take a very special place in her heart.

And the promise some of her students showed! Every piece of artwork was beautiful to her, but some could really make a career for themselves.

[mygiantbluehead]

Gustave couldn't help but chuckle at how eager she was. He nodded and waved a hand towards his trunk. "By all means! It's in the front pocket - just a few things to keep us going. Pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, mixed boiled sweets, licorice