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StarShine · 05-15-2013, 12:37 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Airey had been obsessively cleaning his office ever since lint had all but attacked him in the corridor. It had left his skin crawling so much that he really was surprised that it hadn't crawled right off the bone. He was also thankful for this, of course, but yes. Hogwarts was going to be the death of him.

............such a morbid thought had no place in his mind. Tea would fix that. Tea and maybe some of that Nutella stuff that he had Medea had bought over the summer at that magical place.

Using the lint roller all over - including on his face - he paused when he heard the door open up. "Ah, Mr. Charlton, come in come in," he said while as he put the lint roller back in his breast pocket. "So....you needed help with homework?"

Excuse him if he brought some dust along, Mr. Flamsteed.

A look of confusion crossed his face when Forrest was addressed as 'Mr'. It was the first time someone address him that formally, and it felt... weird. Out of place, almost. The next moment he was his timid self again though, as his head moved a few milimetres up and down.

"With transfiguration homework," he answered, voice creaking because he was almost reluctant to speak. Would that be a problem? Did he know transfiguration? "We should--" he reached for the zip of his bag on his shoulder, "--we are to make these move." He got out two gargoyles as he looked into Professor's eyes again.

Please don't ask 'Why didn't you go to Professor Bellaire?'.

05-15-2013, 12:37 PM	#20 (permalink)
StarShine DoM Kappa Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cell culture hood Posts: 13,005 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6	¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Airey had been obsessively cleaning his office ever since lint had all but attacked him in the corridor. It had left his skin crawling so much that he really was surprised that it hadn't crawled right off the bone. He was also thankful for this, of course, but yes. Hogwarts was going to be the death of him. ............such a morbid thought had no place in his mind. Tea would fix that. Tea and maybe some of that Nutella stuff that he had Medea had bought over the summer at that magical place. Using the lint roller all over - including on his face - he paused when he heard the door open up. "Ah, Mr. Charlton, come in come in," he said while as he put the lint roller back in his breast pocket. "So....you needed help with homework?" Excuse him if he brought some dust along, Mr. Flamsteed. A look of confusion crossed his face when Forrest was addressed as 'Mr'. It was the first time someone address him that formally, and it felt... weird. Out of place, almost. The next moment he was his timid self again though, as his head moved a few milimetres up and down. "With transfiguration homework," he answered, voice creaking because he was almost reluctant to speak. Would that be a problem? Did he know transfiguration? "We should--" he reached for the zip of his bag on his shoulder, "--we are to make these move." He got out two gargoyles as he looked into Professor's eyes again. Please don't ask 'Why didn't you go to Professor Bellaire?'.