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Originally Posted by Roselyn Medea hesitantly smiled at the mention of spider. There was no doubt she was noooooot going to mention that some parts she was working with at the moment had come from that creature's remains. The window of opportunity to do so anyhow was so small and barely noticeable, she did nothing but continue to smile. And then frown.
Oh no. "Oh you didn't." A birthday gift for her? Really? Who...who told him anyways?? Eyeing the wrapped gift, she raised an eyebrow at Airey lightheartedly as she veeery carefully tore one piece of the tape off. The thought of this being a prank had suddenly crossed her mind. If that was to start up again, would this have been a good enough time as ever to do so?
Yet it became clear it was not a prank after opening the box. Her eyes widened and mouth partially dropped as she gingerly took out the delicate creation from it's container. "Oh vow...Airey..." Despite the dim lighting in the room and it's small stature, she could see just how much beautiful detail the artist had put into it. Placing it upon the makeshift workshop table, she stood up and stared at the butterfly with wonder for a moment longer, hands clasped in front of her, before she glanced towards the very generous Astronomy professor.
"How...Vhere did you find this?" Yes. Good. Don't mention the spider bits. Everyone knew that that would just make the man squirm and potentially bolt towards the nearest exit with some awkward flailing of the arms and a hurried 'farewell, nice running into you today' sort of expression.
"Um...I did?" he said in a slightly questioning tone. See? There was a box. Right there. With a ribbon and everything. He hadn't placed any Disillusionment Charms on it or anything either. Although that WOULD have been a good idea. Could have done this a la muggle magician sort of style. His nerves eased up just a little when he saw how she was eyeing the packaging. Probably was assuming it was a prank. ANOTHER awesome idea. "Watch out, it bites," he teased.
He was definitely holding his breath when she pulled the butterfly out of the box though. Definitely and if she took much longer with things he was going to turn blue in the face - and he already looked like a monkey, or a hamster, with puffed out cheeks as it was. Sucking his cheeks back in when she spoke, he rested both hands on the table and was back to not really making eye contact with Medea.
"A muggle flea market," he nodded. "Did you know that there are next to no fleas at those? Muggles really need to sort out their wording." Seriously. First fast food not moving and now a flea market with no fleas running the show. What a let down. This is why he enjoyed science so much. Everything was properly labeled. "She was all rusty and bent up when I found her. The muggle selling her practically gave her away to me, but I managed to get her all cleaned up." Airey was especially proficient with Cleaning Spells after all. Not to mention good ol' elbow grease of muggle cleaning methods. "She should be in perfect working condition once the proper spells are put in place."
Which was Medea's cue to work her magic. Literally.
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