['Course he knows Professor Weller. He can't not know him. He's his head of house, he's supposed to know him. It's just that Tim's not really someone who, uh, speaks to professors outside of class hours. Or anyone at all, if he can help it. He's supposed to be planning for career advice and what he wants to do once he graduates - a date that's fast looming up for him and the other seventh years - but honestly? He's got no idea. He keeps expecting his next year at Hogwarts to be his last, for a plethora of reasons.
At the moment, this seems to be bothering him pretty judiciously, because he's having trouble getting any of the assigned Charms for the day to work as required, and it's beginning to frustrate him to the point of outrage.]
Fuck, [he mutters under his breath, as he once again tries to turn his vinegar into wine, and once again ends up with nothing more than a glass of...cider, maybe? It's got bubbles. Why's it got bubbles.]
charms class
At the moment, this seems to be bothering him pretty judiciously, because he's having trouble getting any of the assigned Charms for the day to work as required, and it's beginning to frustrate him to the point of outrage.]
Fuck, [he mutters under his breath, as he once again tries to turn his vinegar into wine, and once again ends up with nothing more than a glass of...cider, maybe? It's got bubbles. Why's it got bubbles.]