Slughorn had begun to wonder if the boy was going to turn up at all, and if not, exactly why he had chosen not to. Of course, he might have decided the price was too high, but Julius probably would not have put too high a price on what his professor had asked on. At least the boy was here now, although late.
"Julius, there you are. Time for our meeting already?" He asked, turning and gesturing the boy in, "Shut the door will you, Julius? The draft is getting in." He said, looking the boy over, and then moving to settle on one of the chairs in front of his desk. "So, you've made your decision, Julius?" He asked, looking over the young man and folding his hands together.