Myron had been no stranger to time out! He'd had a corner for a while, until his Mum had caught him drawing on the wall during his Time Out, and then it had been the bottom step, where she could keep an eye on him from a number of places (and made sure to clean out his pockets first, of any drawing tools and anything else messy!).
"She's not used to it yet?" he asked. It was a bit of a shock to some people though. Myron had taken to magic like a fish took to water. It was flashy and you could do so many cool things! Of course he had adored it. As soon as he had gotten his grabby hands on his wand and had gotten to school he had wanted to try everything. At least, outside the classroom. He'd never been the best student, mostly from lack of interest in staying in classes.
Myron's curly head turned again, and this time an eyebrow raised. "Did you just call me 'young man'?" he asked, his grin growing, and a snicker slipping out. "Well, you got the 'man' part right at least. And I am young at heart." Two years older than Don, but hey, Don was doing the husband and daddy thing, so he was older in that way. Myron couldn't even handle a house plant yet.
"Well, it's still chocolate, even if it's covered in triplet spit. Still, think I prefer my sweets dry," he laughed. "I should be honoured that he shared though."
He stood then. "I always feel so tall when I come here," he said as he looked down on the three little heads.