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sweetpinkpixie · 01-06-2016, 01:18 AM

Taking another bite from his danish, Airey licked the bits of icing stuck to his fingers off and turned over another page in his notes as the first few students began trickling down from the dormitories.

"Good morning," he saluted, pleased to see that two of the three student leaders were already awake. "I did," he nodded in reply to the Head Boy. Out like a light the moment his head at hit his pillow, to be specific. But students did not need to know about his more intimate moments. "Those look...warm," he noted, pointing vaguely to Miss Burton's choice of sleepwear.

Miss Jenkins' proposal was met with a knotted brow and purses lips, however. "I'll see if I can find somewhere in the castle that would appreciate your tastes." Unless she had already taken to painting her dormitory. He wouldn't know if she did and likely never would. Not unless Marion were to inform him of these things since he had requested the ghost assist him with...ahem...things.

"If only we were so lucky," he chuckled in response to Mr. Salander. "I am simply borrowing his infamous words." With some noticeable changes. Well, noticeable for those familiar with 20th century muggle history.

"Good morning, Miss Umbridge. Miss Royal" he saluted the young women as his blue eyes fell on Mr. Moore. It went without saying that he was still very much expecting to see the young man and Mr. Blaise in his office today, yes? Just to be safe he would offer them a reminder at the dismissal of the meeting. "Good morning, Mr. Moore."

And he was oblivious to any and all vein staring. For now.

And...that was...interesting. Airey was not entirely sure what was going on with Mr. Spades at the moment...but he was going to casually pretend not to notice and instead offer Mr. Zeke a salute as the fifth year entered. "Live long and prosper, Miss Hanover," he smiled, obviously returning the Vulcan salute as well.

"Quite well, thank you Mr. Windsor," he replied to the young man with a slight wave of his danish. And it was a good thing you had been muttering, Mr. Blaise, because the man may have indulged your theory just for his own amusement. Maddox's influence, sorry kids. "Good morning, Mr. Blaise."

And all conspiracy theories being discussed between the two boys did not reach the astronomer's ears, which was a shame because it would have amused him greatly. But as it was he was currently muttering to himself while picking up flakes from his danish off his tie and trying REALLY hard not to flip out about that.

Mr. Paton received a nod of acknowledgement when he appeared and took a quick look at his sundial watch. "Mr. McWitty," he saluted the second year. Hopefully he would receive no complaints this term about smells coming from that boy's part of the dormitories. The professor still hadn't figured out WHY he had in the first place!

Miss Neverwinter received a small nod as well, oblivious to any reservations she may have about the food - IT WAS THE ONE TIME, YOUNG LADY. Wasn't it? Or was it more? Suppose that depended on how long one had been at Hogwarts...there HAD been the ice cream incident as well.

"No need to be shy, Miss Tate," Airey called to the first year, beckoning her over with a small wave of the hand. "Come grab something to eat and find a seat." In fact...maybe he should get himself another danish. His was all gone now. Even all the flecks that had fallen on to his tie. "Good morning, Mr. Criswell. Quite well, thank you."

Sweet solstice....what were...

"Boys," Airey warned, eyes locking on the two fifth years. "Can we keep our hands and abdominal muscles to ourselves?" Or would it be another trip to Lover's Lair for you, Mr. Zeke? Only this time with more masculine company.

Sweet solstice. Teenagers.

"Not hungry, Mr. Kettleburn?" he inquired of the first year. "Those are for the taking, Miss Kettleburn," he chuckled, pointing towards the pancakes in question.

And then there was Miss Summers. Airey knew that the subject would need to be breached at some point, but perhaps not at this meeting and certainly not in front of everyone. "Good morning, Miss Summers," he smiled gently at the first year. "I wonder if I may have a word with you some time today? Whenever you have a free period will suffice."

Good Merlin.

"Miss Royal, do I need to remind you about your tone?" he called casually as he got up from his seat and strolled over to grab himself a coffee. Contrary to unpopular belief, the man was not deaf. He had heard that and was incredibly unamused. "Perhaps taking up one of your weekends would be more appealing for next time?" Hmmmmm.

Rhetorical question, of course. Well, unless the majority would rather that then he would not deny them the opportunity to have additional school on their days off. Heh.

"Good morning, Miss Miklos, Miss Johanson," he nodded to the first years with a small smile.

Coffee in hand, and another danish, the Head of House made his way over to the fireplace and stood beneath the banner to look at the entirety of the common room.

"GOOD MORNING GYRFFINDOOOOOR," he roared with his usual chipper tone. "Thank you all for waking up and attending our breakfast meeting. Please feel free to move about to grab more food and drink during its entirety. I personally guarantee that nothing here will turn you into something emulating a werewolf." Because that much had become apparent to the man after catching the various questioning looks. "As you may or may not know, I am Professor Flamsteed, although you may call me Professor Airey if you prefer, and I have the honor of serving as your Head of House." He was also their Astronomy professor, but he was not acting in such capacity right now and therefore superfluous information.

"As you are all well aware, I called this house meeting in light of the events of last night," he continued, his gaze not falling on any one Gryffindor in particular but rather sweeping over he entire crowd. "Now, some information has been brought to my attention as to what and why this food fight was initiated in the first place and I will echo the words I shared with those who orchestrated it. Feeling slighted is never a reason for retaliation in the form of bullying. Gryffindoring for the sake of Gryffindoring is not constructive to anyone, and my challenge to you all this term is to turn that you channel that energy. Too often Gryffindors are placed into boxes and written off as this or that, but when I look out at all of you I see a generation ready to not only not conform to those stereotypes, crush them. CRUSH."

He paused for a moment to take a sip from his coffee.

"And sweet solstice, if you want to have a food fight then do so in a manner that is not disrespectful to the house elves who spend all day preparing for feasts like these as well as the countless other deeds they perform on a daily basis that go unnoticed by most. Which is why ALL of you will be required to show some sort of appreciation for the house elves."

The man was no house elf activity, but the creatures DID help keep the castle clean and that was to be respected and appreciated.

"And no, that was not an invitation to start throwing your breakfasts at each other," he clarified. JUST to be safe because Merlin help him if they did not make it through this meeting because the prefects had important things to discuss.

"Now, I am sure you have all noticed the banner behind me, but that will be addressed later. Until then, does anyone have any suggestions for what can be done?"

And he supposed questions about the feast were allowed as well, but such thoughts went unsaid. He would rather they dwell on that no longer.

01-06-2016, 01:18 AM	#33 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,110 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	color coding? Color coding! "officially" starting the meeting! astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Taking another bite from his danish, Airey licked the bits of icing stuck to his fingers off and turned over another page in his notes as the first few students began trickling down from the dormitories. "Good morning," he saluted, pleased to see that two of the three student leaders were already awake. "I did," he nodded in reply to the Head Boy. Out like a light the moment his head at hit his pillow, to be specific. But students did not need to know about his more intimate moments. "Those look...warm," he noted, pointing vaguely to Miss Burton's choice of sleepwear. Miss Jenkins' proposal was met with a knotted brow and purses lips, however. "I'll see if I can find somewhere in the castle that would appreciate your tastes." Unless she had already taken to painting her dormitory. He wouldn't know if she did and likely never would. Not unless Marion were to inform him of these things since he had requested the ghost assist him with...ahem...things. "If only we were so lucky," he chuckled in response to Mr. Salander. "I am simply borrowing his infamous words." With some noticeable changes. Well, noticeable for those familiar with 20th century muggle history. "Good morning, Miss Umbridge. Miss Royal" he saluted the young women as his blue eyes fell on Mr. Moore. It went without saying that he was still very much expecting to see the young man and Mr. Blaise in his office today, yes? Just to be safe he would offer them a reminder at the dismissal of the meeting. "Good morning, Mr. Moore." And he was oblivious to any and all vein staring. For now. And...that was...interesting. Airey was not entirely sure what was going on with Mr. Spades at the moment...but he was going to casually pretend not to notice and instead offer Mr. Zeke a salute as the fifth year entered. "Live long and prosper, Miss Hanover," he smiled, obviously returning the Vulcan salute as well. "Quite well, thank you Mr. Windsor," he replied to the young man with a slight wave of his danish. And it was a good thing you had been muttering, Mr. Blaise, because the man may have indulged your theory just for his own amusement. Maddox's influence, sorry kids. "Good morning, Mr. Blaise." And all conspiracy theories being discussed between the two boys did not reach the astronomer's ears, which was a shame because it would have amused him greatly. But as it was he was currently muttering to himself while picking up flakes from his danish off his tie and trying REALLY hard not to flip out about that. Mr. Paton received a nod of acknowledgement when he appeared and took a quick look at his sundial watch. "Mr. McWitty," he saluted the second year. Hopefully he would receive no complaints this term about smells coming from that boy's part of the dormitories. The professor still hadn't figured out WHY he had in the first place! Miss Neverwinter received a small nod as well, oblivious to any reservations she may have about the food - IT WAS THE ONE TIME, YOUNG LADY. Wasn't it? Or was it more? Suppose that depended on how long one had been at Hogwarts...there HAD been the ice cream incident as well. "No need to be shy, Miss Tate," Airey called to the first year, beckoning her over with a small wave of the hand. "Come grab something to eat and find a seat." In fact...maybe he should get himself another danish. His was all gone now. Even all the flecks that had fallen on to his tie. "Good morning, Mr. Criswell. Quite well, thank you." Sweet solstice....what were... "Boys," Airey warned, eyes locking on the two fifth years. "Can we keep our hands and abdominal muscles to ourselves?" Or would it be another trip to Lover's Lair for you, Mr. Zeke? Only this time with more masculine company. Sweet solstice. Teenagers. "*Not hungry, Mr. Kettleburn?" he inquired of the first year. "Those are for the taking, Miss Kettleburn," he chuckled, pointing towards the pancakes in question. And then there was Miss Summers. Airey knew that the subject would need to be breached at some point, but perhaps not at this meeting and certainly not in front of everyone. "Good morning, Miss Summers," he smiled gently at the first year. "I wonder if I may have a word with you some time today? Whenever you have a free period will suffice." Good Merlin. "Miss Royal, do I need to remind you about your tone?" he called casually as he got up from his seat and strolled over to grab himself a coffee. Contrary to unpopular belief, the man was not deaf. He had heard that and was incredibly unamused. "Perhaps taking up one of your weekends would be more appealing for next time?" Hmmmmm. Rhetorical question, of course. Well, unless the majority would rather that then he would not deny them the opportunity to have additional school on their days off. Heh. "Good morning, Miss Miklos, Miss Johanson," he nodded to the first years with a small smile. Coffee in hand, and another danish, the Head of House made his way over to the fireplace and stood beneath the banner to look at the entirety of the common room. "GOOD MORNING GYRFFINDOOOOOR," he roared with his usual chipper tone. "Thank you all for waking up and attending our breakfast meeting. Please feel free to move about to grab more food and drink during its entirety. I personally guarantee that nothing here will turn you into something emulating a werewolf." Because that much had become apparent to the man after catching the various questioning looks. "As you may or may not know, I am Professor Flamsteed, although you may call me Professor Airey if you prefer, and I have the honor of serving as your Head of House." He was also their Astronomy professor, but he was not acting in such capacity right now and therefore superfluous information. "As you are all well aware, I called this house meeting in light of the events of last night," he continued, his gaze not falling on any one Gryffindor in particular but rather sweeping over he entire crowd. "Now, some information has been brought to my attention as to what and why this food fight was initiated in the first place and I will echo the words I shared with those who orchestrated it. Feeling slighted is never a reason for retaliation in the form of bullying. Gryffindoring for the sake of Gryffindoring is not constructive to anyone, and my challenge to you all this term is to turn that you channel that energy. Too often Gryffindors are placed into boxes and written off as this or that, but when I look out at all of you I see a generation ready to not only not conform to those stereotypes, crush them. CRUSH." He paused for a moment to take a sip from his coffee. "And sweet solstice, if you want to have a food fight then do so in a manner that is not disrespectful to the house elves who spend all day preparing for feasts like these as well as the countless other deeds they perform on a daily basis that go unnoticed by most. Which is why ALL of you will be required to show some sort of appreciation for the house elves." The man was no house elf activity, but the creatures DID help keep the castle clean and that was to be respected and appreciated. "And no, that was not an invitation to start throwing your breakfasts at each other," he clarified. JUST to be safe because Merlin help him if they did not make it through this meeting because the prefects had important things to discuss. "Now, I am sure you have all noticed the banner behind me, but that will be addressed later. Until then, does anyone have any suggestions for what can be done?" And he supposed questions about the feast were allowed as well, but such thoughts went unsaid. He would rather they dwell on that no longer. __________________ When you're stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with* fire and gold in our eyes