Kayson dazedly picked up a bottle of liquor and took a swig...
"So, were you just insulting Madame Maxime?" Pheobe said faintly.
"Uh, before that, who were you looking for when you came here?" Kayson asked, picking up a cushion from the side and hugging it to his chest.
Pheobe nodded, then placed her hands behind her back and produced a flower basket as if performing a magic trick. "Madame Maxime asked me to deliver this flower basket to you... and then I very impolitely overheard what you were saying."
"Oh... give Madame Maxime my regards for me. Um... my regards," Kayson said stiffly.
Meanwhile, Hagrid was practically tying himself into a knot. He looked left at Kayson, then right at Cedric, and finally felt his courtship plan grow bleak.
"Yes, but honestly, I'm beginning to doubt the necessity of Madame Maxime sending this flower basket." Pheobe's little face was set in a stern expression.
Kayson's eyes suddenly went unfocused, as though two options had appeared before him...
Lie or be direct.
He made his choice in almost an instant.
"See that Professor of Magical Creatures over there? He likes your esteemed headmistress and came to me for advice. Since you're here too, don't leave just yet. Cedric, serve some tea." As Kayson spoke, he directly locked the office door in the distance.
Cedric helplessly walked over to the cabinet. Before long, he returned carrying a tray.
"Unfortunately, there's no tea left in the professor's office. Whiskey, vodka, gin, fruit wine, and Lao Bai Gan?"
Kayson's brows knitted together as he sighed helplessly. "I remember there being orange juice."
"I drank all the orange juice over the past two days. You soaked the oranges in vodka, Professor," Cedric said gloomily.
"..." Pheobe looked at the farce and curled her lips