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Hadley looked at the apple on her right and then on her left.
Yep. They were apples. Delicious looking apples.
That wasn't what he wanted them to see, she was sure of it. Universal truths of an apple? They were apples. They didn't have universal truths. Did they? What else could she honestly say about the universal truth of an apple? "They're apples? They, uh, grow on trees?" Yeah, that was lame. "We can eat them?" Lamer still. Please, someone provide some sort of distraction. Hadley Denaker was dying over here and...
What?
"Another new ghost!?" Wasn't Miffy last year enough? Seriously?
MARION WAS AGHAST!
Actually...she was torn between aghast and flattered. This DARLING little Ravenclaw had just implied that she was NEW and therefore NOT OLD which was
siiiiiiiiiiiiiimply divine.
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Oh gooooooodness gracious HEAVENS ABOVE," she clucked at the girl. "
I have been at Hogwarts in this form for several years now my dear. I died just out there in that very Tower Patch. Horribly plant just swallowed me whole! Buuuuuuuuut all water under the bridge now, darling. Although I doooooooooo suggest you brush up a bit more on your Hogwarts, A History."
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Optimist Melbourne looked up as she heard the familiar voice of the former Astronomy Professor and ghost…familiar of course because she had met her just last year on the tower patch. Mel wasn’t having an issue with Burbage being in the room after all maybe she could help with their lesson?
Melbourne raised her eyebrow when Burbage mentioned Newton was a studmuffin…what even were studmuffins she knew from her grandmother that studs were used in houses and apparently the little condo she had sold in new york had had none of those…it was rather hilarious actually as she had walked around the apartment mimicking the sound of the studfinder.
Wait….Flamsteed was a Studmuffin? Mel’s nose crinkled at the idea because no. Nope. Ew. He was all oooold and stuff. “Decoration?” Mel asked and looked from the ghost to Flamsteed. Turning towards Tenacius and then towards Hads she simply said one word. “Studmuffin?”
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YEEEEEEEEES, my dear. Oh it is quite exquisite really."
Was the professor turning a bit pink in the face? Oh pish posh the man needed to lighten up a bit if he was.
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Cassirin Dot was studying her apple for obvious signs of physical defect... like it was a sign that the apple was cursed or poisoned or whatever it was Lamesteed had done to make them all suffer... when they were interrupted by a ghost.
A loud, somewhat familiar ghost, who obviously had a story to share. Dot dropped her chin to her fist, tilting her face until she was gazing up at the ghost and Lamesteed through her eyelashes. It was a killer pose. "Excuse me, professor, but what is this ghost telling us? Do you have a tattoo? Is that what she's saying? Maybe a dragon? Ukranian Ironbelly?" It was the lamest of lame men who went for the most masculine tattoos.
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaturally before allowing the man himself to answer, Marion took it upon herself to enlighten the room.
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He does INDEED, my dear," the ghost hooted. "
Oh but no dragon. No no no. It is....oh doooooooooo let me tell the story, son." She wiggled herself in front of the Astronomy professor. Although he could still be seen through her semi transparent form. "
It is quite the intricate design drawn by your professor himself! Oooooooooooooh it is so divine AND animated! The celestial movements of the solar system on the day his little bundle of joy was born! Or dear, Airey. I siiiiiiiiiiiiiiimply do not understand why you insist on keeping all this so private. Look? Your darling little students are oh so curious."
Marion gave another excited little wiggle.
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Oh my darlings. Do you know who else of your professors has tattoos? Oooooooh he looks a bit more scrumptious with them than your dear pasty white Astronomy professor...NOT that there is anything wrong with that, dear," she said with a chipper glance over her shoulder towards Airey. "
Your complexion is smashing as it is. Oh but my darlings, your dear STUDMUFFIN of a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor does as well. OH HO HO HOOOOOO!"
But Marion was not beginning to see how of course she had just taken the lesson - oh dear DO forgive her darling Airey - so she would do her best not to steer it back.
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You know who did NOT have any tattoos? Sir Isaac Newton. Who I dooooooooo believe is whom your professor would like to talk about next, hmmmm? Two of you little darlings did bring his name up, mmhmmm." Which had been Marion's calling card. Ooooooh how she FANCIED that man. OOOOH HO HO! "
As Head Girl Wright pointed out, well done darling, the story goes that Sir Isaac Newton was sitting and perhaps napping under an apple tree one day and OOPSIE DAISY! An apple fell and knocked him right on the head THUS prompting an AHA moment...'why did the apple fall down to the ground, and not up, or sideways? WEEEEEEEEEEELL my darlings, he recognized that a special kind of force was acting on the apple. NOT just the apple...but all the objects on earth. WEEEEEEEEEEEE now know this force to be called gravity!"
OH OH OH what a clever little studmuffin he was. Good looks, good hair, and outstaaaaaaaaanding intellect!
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Which I doooooooooo believe was the point your dear professor was wishing to make with the universal truths regarding your apples AND connect them to the eternally charming Sir Isaac Newton," she nodded. Airey could correct her if she was incorrect. Once that kneazle released his tongue since the man had fallen silent. Tsk tsk. "
Now my darlings, could you each please summarize gravity in your own words? You may elect to write your words on parchment rather than share aloud if you wish."
ICly OOC note: Do not fret my dears! Your Astronomy professor is still preset and will react to everything soon and I certainly have noted each of your responses. Please DO answer my question, however. Class shall resume once the poor man regains his wits.