[@BlackPanther]

[color=fff79a]
"Whoops! That's no good, is it? That could have been an accident right there~." [/color]Behind the frustrated student, the yellow-robed figure stopped a few books in midair and called them back to his hand, one of them having been their preoccupying entertainment from the wait between students. [color=fff79a]"I must apologize for my poor timing, Young Sir. I admit that I was perhaps a bit preoccupied~. I hope that I did not startle you with that small bump." [/color]

At a standing height now, he was perhaps just under six feet himself and the robes hung off in several folds, almost as if they had only just enough of a surface to cling to. Though his face remained mostly obscured as it had previously that morning, the small grin on his face would be quite visible from below. Of course, the cheerful tone of his voice could relay practically the same information even without any visibility. 

The figure stopped for a moment as he stared at the boy, almost as if examining him a bit closer somehow despite the obstruction of the robes.
[color=fff79a]"Hmm? Something seems rather... like I had something to say? I'm certain it was for another student, but perhaps you should hear as well. I'm sure there's a reason for it." [/color]
Reaching into the brightly-colored folds in the robe, the man pulled out a small bottle of a swirling, almost gaseous fluid. Though the ever-changing earthy colors coupled with the odd form probably didn't match it at all, the label read 'smelling salts'. 
[color=fff79a]"There's someone who needs this. I can't imagine how it ended up in my office, but perhaps it was meant for you to return. Surely you know where something like this goes? It's for emergencies, as you can see. I'll be glad to vouch for your absence if you return it." [/color]