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SPOILER!!: Fina...and stuff Quote:
Originally Posted by PhoenixRising  ....... what? Having been distracted by all the shenanigans down at the other side of the table, she forgot completely about Airey's earlier outburst. Until he awoke and looked over to her for a brief moment. Which caused her to stare back, confused. Had she bothered him or something? Why was he talking to her again? She didn't address him ... did she?
"Uh... um..." Swallow. "You okay?" As quickly as she asked that, came another distraction and outburst from a student, which was just as well, cause then she didn't even notice Laura come and knock over Airey's goblet, spilling a drop or two of the juice on her jeans.
Not that it mattered anyway.
The runes professor who was just so ... admirable and a total sweetheart, really. Was there any need for the ravenclaw to be SHOUTING at him?! Probably not. Noting his attention on the food, she focused instead on him. On those cheeks. Those wrinkles. Those big ears.
And without warning, she wrapped her arms around him to pull herself close to him, whispering his ear, "you've got some schmutz on you, right there," and moved her mouth down and smacked a big kiss on those lips that one could only get after decades.
Airey offered the woman a small shrug. Did he LOOK okay? "I'f been beddah," he said as a weak reply. Truth. Vague. But still true.
He was just about to go back into napping position when the Arithmancy professor was moving and..............EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW. SERIOUSLY?! She had jabbed him in the side for THAT?
Airey's nose wrinkled and his face distorted as if he had a pile of fresh dragon dung under his nose. She had old man cooties now. And Old Man River had woman cooties. Which also meant that he had a double dose of women cooties since Calista had kissed him and then he had kissed Medea and....
....ew. Was that his skin crawling right off his bones? Not at the thought of Calista or Medea though. Why was all this so confusing and just sdlfkdjfkdjfefieofsdnksdnso?
There was a whole lot of touching going on tonight. Hugging and kissing and stuff and it was freaking him out a little bit. But would never admit it out loud that he wanted a hug too.
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Originally Posted by Bazinga "He.. hello Professor Flamsteed.. Are.. you alright?" She looked concerned for the man. He wasn't himself that was obvious. Thankfully Miss Wheatborn distracted him. Only when he looked on the young woman he felt horribly guilty. "No, Miss Weeborn, I am not," he said as he rose from his seat so he could more easily lean across the table if needed. "I had no idea that aish cream wood do that." And he had GIVEN it to her. He had given it out to so many. So many. He had infected so many students and....
Okay. His cheeks were getting a bit damp now. He just felt AWFUL about all this. If she hadn't requested her to come to his office then she wouldn't have been given the ice cream from him and then maybe her term would have gone better and... "I am tewwibly tewwibly sorry," he said, the gap where his two front teeth should be showing quite prominently as he spoke.
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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi Adjusting the Slytherin tie he had wanted to wear the duck tie he had gotten from Professor Flamsteed but didn't want to risk point loss at the last minute, Daichi made his way towards the staff table. He checked if his Prefect badge was correctly pinned to his shirt and ran a hand through his newly styled hair.
There were a few people he wanted to say goodbye. Reaching the long table, the Slytherin took a deep breath before he looked around. He saw a few other students talking to the Professors and the Prefect waited with his hand folded in front of him.
He looked far more mature than when he had been all year thanks to that bloody ice cream. He hated how had acted and wished he could turn back time and not eat any ice cream. Still, he couldn't and he knew he had to live with it. His chocolate brown eyes searched the table before they landed on the person he first wanted to talk to.
Professor Flamsteed looked...different without a suit. Why was the man not wearing a suit? This was weird, yup. Choosing to ignore his new choice of clothing, the Prefect moved a little closer and waved his hand. Though not as excitedly as he alway did. "Hi Professor" he began and sighed. "I just...i wanted to say goodbye and ...and thank you for ..you know...that thing i talked to you about? ...listening and stuff" The fact that he was really going to see a psychiatrist after school was still scaring him. He was just about to lean forward and give Miss Wheatborn a hug when Mr. Katharos appeared at the table. Oh sweet solstice, him as well. Airey had also given this boy ice cream. And Miss Cambridge. And Miss Wisteria. And...so many. He had nearly gotten them all killed.
All of them.
His cheeks were definitely moist now and he somehow pushed his anxieties about sentimental physical contact aside and pulled BOTH students in for a hug. "Mr. Katharos," he said, squeezing the boy quite tightly. "I am so sowwry to you too."
And MERLIN was he going to miss this boy.
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