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sweetpinkpixie · 09-19-2013, 06:11 AM

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Originally Posted by Roselyn

With the door slightly ajar, quiet music could be heard to passerby's, as well as a faint sizzling sound every now and then. Which could've been anything really. Really. This was defense against the dark arts after all. Softly humming along to the tune, Medea sat in the far corner of the exhibit, bent over a small table with two candles hovering nearby for extra light, and working on a new sculpture creation. Tiny. Unrecognizable. But had been holding her interest for the past hour or so as Chu Chu found a place to sleep somewhere in the room.

Somewhere......

After the dismal display that had been the opening feast, Airey found himself feeling even more apprehensive about things and did not understand why he was being so insistent on a) delivering this in the first place and b) delivering this to her in person. Truth was, there was a lot the astronomy professor was feeling bad for thanks to the past term. He had made peace with the whole ice cream bit - for the most part thanks to Miss Wisteria and Miss Wheatborn specifically - but Medea...that was a whole other galaxy.

Not only had he made the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor feel like she was not up to standards to teach the subject thanks to the lack of a patronus, he had squished one of her pets. Her pet spider to be precise, and Airey understood what it was like to lose a pet.

Done with the dramatics in his head, Airey explored the first floor classroom until he came upon the Sculpture Exhibit. Ha. How ironic. Poetic? Both? Peeking in he spotted her and cleared his throat to announce his arrival with both hands held behind his back to hide the small box with a lopsided bow on top.

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