Ian busied himself, making the tea, humming softly as he did so. He loved music, he couldn't help it. In fact.... He took his wand and aimed it at his phonograph, starting the record which was already in place. This one was Glenn Miller. Very good stuff.
When he was done, he brought the two cups in and handed Alexander one, taking the other as well as the other seat.
"I love the students," he admitted, "but there are times when I value their absence," he laughed.