Text Cut: Mo
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Originally Posted by
Cassirin
"Glaring at 'em on account of me being mad at them. They're just... rotten," Mo refused to take Alice's meteor. Not only was it hers, but he wanted to do this himself. How awful would it be to say that on his very first time around being weightless, he'd failed at the task given to him?
Alice took his hand, and Mo wriggled back around until he wasn't hanging upside down anymore. As she moved back out into space, he planted his feet against the wall behind him and pushed off, sending them both careening into the patch of slowmovers that Alice had spotted. It was her turn to try to catch a meteor, right? Even though she'd already gotten one? Mo waited patiently as she reached for her blue meteor.
But then... he couldn't help it. A yellow one swept past, just within reach, and Mo shot out a hand to catch it. It seemed kismet, except for how it tugged him backwards with the force of the meteor hitting his glove, and Mo's hold on Alice jerked her too. Had it made her miss her meteor?
"Sorry 'bout that... but I got one too. Yellow."
Rotten? Alice supposed they could be classified as that, since they weren't being very nice to MO. But they seemed to be treating her alright.
"They're kind of hard to get, I suppose, but what's the fun of doing something easy?" Grin. There was no fun in easy things, obviously. Challenges were much more interesting, which was why she found catching stars to be much more fun than reading and answering questions like any other old lesson.
She advanced on the meteor a bit more because of that extra push Mo had taken off the wall. Yes.. it was JUST out of her reach.. but her fingers inched closer.. it was right there.. and..
Alice jerked the opposite way, towards Mo, crashing into him because of his little tug.
"Oomf." And.. NO. It was gone. The little star had moved on to be caught by another person. Her face fell a little, but it was okay, because Cactus had gotten his star. Right?
"At least you caught one," she pointed out as optimistically as possible.
"And now we both need blue." Had he spotted anymore slowmovers? Because their patch was scattered now.
Text Cut: Airey <3
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Originally Posted by
sweetpinkpixie
Airey was trying to keep himself from floating off into the middle of the classroom where he would be stranded due to a lack of forward momentum - these kids remembered Newton's laws from last term, yeah? - he turned his head when he heard Mr. Clark address him. Eye wide, the astronomy pushed off the projector and went shooting across the planetarium and towards the old man that was clinging to his wheelchair. "Mr. Clark, are you alright? It might be easier if you didn't have that with you," he offered with a slight wiggle of his wand. He was weightless now, so he didn't really NEED the wheelchair per say. "I can easily have it stick to the ground for you." And then Mr. Clark could experience the sensation of walking in air.
Speaking of which, he still needed to perform a Gripping Charm on his shoes...
But then there came the cry of a certain Hufflepuff who, in the brief time Airey had interacted with him, seemed to be quite accident prone - which explained why the elderly woman with him at the auction had been to enthusiastic about winning that Liquid Luck for the boy. "Mr. Gunter, are you alri---"
*SMACK*
Mid-sentence, one of the blue meteors came crashing into the man, causing him to spin around and around and around in the air as if he were doing cartwheels. While making him somewhat sick to his stomach, Airey's thoughts were elsewhere.
"My suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuit!"
.. was that a cry of distress she heard? Alice tilted her head away from Mo to STARE at the suit-obsessed professor, cartwheeling through the air. And Ella was applauding, wasn't she? Was that meant to happen? She attempted to clap as best as she could while still keeping a grip on Mo's hand.
"You do wonderful acrobatic tricks, Professor!" Of course, that was what he was doing. Obviously.
But then he started screaming. About.. his suit. Go figure. Alice found it slightly amusing, though.
"What's wrong? Is there a stain?" No, that wasn't a satirical comment, she was dead SERIOUS. She was definitely a Seer. She had known it would happen. It was some kind of magical voodoo or something, she was sure of it.
Oh. It was so nice of him to stick his wheelchair to the ground, wasn't it? "Thank you for that, Mr. Flamsteed," he said gratefully, beaming at the man. He hadn't let go of that wheelchair in years, and it was so nice to be FREE.
Why was the professor man screaming? Sherman turned his head away from the yellow star he was attempting to catch to see Mr. Flamsteed spiraling through the air. .. that.. that wasn't supposed to happen, was it? The elderly man kind of 'swam' over to the professor, taking one of his arms and managing to keep him still for a moment or two. "Sir, are you alright?" Did he need to lie down or was— OH. LOOKIT!
YELLOW STAR! That one was HIS.