"Professor," Pope greeted, visually scanning the man he was a reluctant ally of. Mason looked more or less like he usually did and that person still belonged back on their earth, not on this one with Tinkerbell and unicorns.
"Tell me about Fantasyland here." He gestured at the great hall and looked toward the ceiling for a moment, which always showed the weather conditions of the skies above Hogwarts.
"What the hell kind of name is Hogwarts anyway?" He was generously doing Mason a favour he figured, giving him distraction from wanting to be with the Mason clan.