Backdated to New Year's Eve, afternoon

[preanimator]

It's nice that things are properly quiet, finally.

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[preanimator]

[Um.] I don't know, either, I'd just planned on catching up with some reading and maybe using the potions classroom to work on something. What were you going to do?

[ihaveanappforthat]

Would you like some company or help with whatever you're working on? I doubt you need help, but company is something I can provide.

[Moriarty not answering questions is a thing to get used to Herbert.]

[preanimator]

If you like? It probably won't be very interesting for you, but if you don't have anything better to do.

[ihaveanappforthat]

I'd love to! I think it would very fascinating.

[preanimator]

All right. Meet me in the potions classroom in half an hour, I suppose?

[Might actually bother to brush his hair and stuff before heading down there.]

[ihaveanappforthat]

Sure, yeah.

[He'll be there, humming on his way down there. He seens oddly chipper today.]

[preanimator]

[Herbert does not look chipper, but nor does he look foul tempered, impatient, or even uncertain. Cautious, maybe, a little pleased, perhaps. He's still not sure why Moriarity keeps seeking out his company, and he suspects he might stop once everyone gets back from the hols, but it's not so bad right now.

He carries a small black bag with her personal potion supplies in it, the ones that don't get stored in the classroom, and he opens the door for them both when he arrives.]

You must be bored. [little smile]

[ihaveanappforthat]

[He utters a sheepish thanks, almost shy. Tyen he shakes his head, he had not been bored, thinking was more like it. Returning a smile he finds himself standing awkwardly in the classroom.]</>

No, no, not at all. Not bored, curious to what you're working on but not bored, no, no.

[His dark eyes gaze around the room, idly they take observations in before they stop on Herbert again.]

You've not got plans for today then?

[preanimator]

I'll show you, if you like. I'm trying to develop a means of measuring life force, or vital energy. [setting his bag down on one of the work tables, and then fetching his cauldron out of the cabinet]

And no, I haven't got any plans. Is it surprising or something? You must not have any, either, right?