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sweetpinkpixie · 01-28-2014, 01:30 PM

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Originally Posted by FireboltAvis88

Sander quickly stood up when he heard the door open and saw Professor Flamsteed back on his feet...and definitely standing upright now, despite having to rely on the cane for the moment.

"Good morning, Professor, I just wanted to stop by to see how you were doing? Apple?" Sander was taken aback for a second before he quickly recovered.

"Oh I think I have an apple or two inside this fruit basket, which I brought up for you, along with these freshly baked English scones." Sander lifted up both the fruit basket and the plate of scones for the Professor to see.

"I figured that it still must be hard to move around, even with a cane, so I thought I'd bring some food up for you." Sander quickly explained.

.....oh yes, the other two gifts. Placing both fruit basket and plate of scones on the table, Sander quickly dug inside his backpack and brought them out. He held up a large container of fish food in one hand and a scroll of parchment in the other.

"And while I was thinking of food for you, I figured I'd bring some for the fish in your tank. I've heard how important the fish is to you." Sander quickly explained.

'Okay stop blabbering. The Professor doesn't have all day to stand there hearing you list all the get well gifts you brought for him. Just give him the poem and leave behind he falls over his cane.' Sander chastised himself.

"Professor I wrote this Get Well Poem for you. I hope it doesn't sound too cheesy because I'm not really good at writing them. Anyway I just wanted to say I hope you get well soon." Sander handed the parchment over to the Professor.

Then he looked at all the gifts he had brought the Professor. There was no way in heck the poor man was going to be able to carry them all especially when he was already supporting himself with his cane.

"Um....do you need help carrying the other stuff into your office, Professor?" Sander offered.

Now why hadn't he just stuck with one gift? 'Totally overkill, Sander. Totally!' Sander scolded himself again. Looking uncomfortably all over the seating area before turning back to the Professor.

Oops. Maybe the boy wasn't familiar with the apple for the teacher expression. It was a bit old fashioned. More than a bit really, it was practically pre-Big Bang ancient.

"No no, simply stating that I thought it was just a single apple and not an entire fruit farm for the professor. Old muggle expression...never mind," he said with a dismissive wave of the hand. Now...if there were any pears in there, he might have one of those right now. Or lemons. He really enjoyed sucking on a slice of lemon. "At least not right this moment. A scone, however, I couldn't possibly turn down." Went far too well with tea.

Airey smiled, and his ears turned a bit red from embarrassment. He certainly hoped that his students did not see him as some sort of helpless human being. Sure, he hadn't been able to do a thing during the dementor attack thanks to that blasted ice cream, and now he was being seen as a cripple thanks to an old back injury...but he was a Gryffindor first. Certainly not helpless. "Oh, well, that was very thoughtful of you. But I manage when the need arises." Just took a long while to get from point A to point B at this point.

His blue eyes widened a bit when he saw that the boy was not done and he squirmed a little in his suit. He really was uncomfortable whenever he received gifts. Even gifts from Medea. He was not a graceful receiver. "Oh, stellar," he beamed. "I'm sure Tiberius appreciates the gesture as well." BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE?!

A....what? A....poem?

Now he definitely was squirming in his suit and trying his best not to show it. Mostly because the squirming stressed his back and that was not something he could really deal with right now. More back ouchies. He accepted the paper with slightly shaky hands and looked back and forth between the two. Parchment and student. Did this mean he should read it...now? Probably, right? Mr. Strand seemed to be looking for some sort of confirmation in regards to his writing. So, after clearing his throat anxiously, he removed a pair of large half moon reading glasses that were far too big for his face and began to read. He actually enjoyed it...up until he wrote about the Headmistress knowing what to do and all that rubbish. Not that he would ever say anything out loud. He quite liked his teaching position, thank you very much.

"On the contrary, Mr. Strand, you are much better with words than I ever was at your age." Or now, but shh. Calculations, equations, theory...those were the words he was good at and those didn't write you any poetry that the average person would understand. "If you don't wouldn't mind helping it would be appreciated," he nodded. He could always just levitate things, but that had not been going so well recently. Lots of accidents thanks to his depth perception being a bit wonky.

OOC: you can go ahead and post inside the office now. Welcome <3

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"Good morning, Professor, I just wanted to stop by to see how you were doing? Apple?" Sander was taken aback for a second before he quickly recovered. "Oh I think I have an apple or two inside this fruit basket, which I brought up for you, along with these freshly baked English scones." Sander lifted up both the fruit basket and the plate of scones for the Professor to see. "I figured that it still must be hard to move around, even with a cane, so I thought I'd bring some food up for you." Sander quickly explained. .....oh yes, the other two gifts. Placing both fruit basket and plate of scones on the table, Sander quickly dug inside his backpack and brought them out. He held up a large container of fish food in one hand and a scroll of parchment in the other. "And while I was thinking of food for you, I figured I'd bring some for the fish in your tank. I've heard how important the fish is to you." Sander quickly explained. 'Okay stop blabbering. The Professor doesn't have all day to stand there hearing you list all the get well gifts you brought for him. Just give him the poem and leave behind he falls over his cane.' Sander chastised himself. "Professor I wrote this Get Well Poem for you. I hope it doesn't sound too cheesy because I'm not really good at writing them. Anyway I just wanted to say I hope you get well soon." Sander handed the parchment over to the Professor. Then he looked at all the gifts he had brought the Professor. There was no way in heck the poor man was going to be able to carry them all especially when he was already supporting himself with his cane. "Um....do you need help carrying the other stuff into your office, Professor?" Sander offered. Now why hadn't he just stuck with one gift? 'Totally overkill, Sander. Totally!' Sander scolded himself again. Looking uncomfortably all over the seating area before turning back to the Professor. Oops. Maybe the boy wasn't familiar with the apple for the teacher expression. It was a bit old fashioned. More than a bit really, it was practically pre-Big Bang ancient. "No no, simply stating that I thought it was just a single apple and not an entire fruit farm for the professor. Old muggle expression...never mind," he said with a dismissive wave of the hand. Now...if there were any pears in there, he might have one of those right now. Or lemons. He really enjoyed sucking on a slice of lemon. "At least not right this moment. A scone, however, I couldn't possibly turn down." Went far too well with tea. Airey smiled, and his ears turned a bit red from embarrassment. He certainly hoped that his students did not see him as some sort of helpless human being. Sure, he hadn't been able to do a thing during the dementor attack thanks to that blasted ice cream, and now he was being seen as a cripple thanks to an old back injury...but he was a Gryffindor first. Certainly not helpless. "Oh, well, that was very thoughtful of you. But I manage when the need arises." Just took a long while to get from point A to point B at this point. His blue eyes widened a bit when he saw that the boy was not done and he squirmed a little in his suit. He really was uncomfortable whenever he received gifts. Even gifts from Medea. He was not a graceful receiver. "Oh, stellar," he beamed. "I'm sure Tiberius appreciates the gesture as well." BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE?! A....what? A....poem? Now he definitely was squirming in his suit and trying his best not to show it. Mostly because the squirming stressed his back and that was not something he could really deal with right now. More back ouchies. He accepted the paper with slightly shaky hands and looked back and forth between the two. Parchment and student. Did this mean he should read it...now? Probably, right? Mr. Strand seemed to be looking for some sort of confirmation in regards to his writing. So, after clearing his throat anxiously, he removed a pair of large half moon reading glasses that were far too big for his face and began to read. He actually enjoyed it...up until he wrote about the Headmistress knowing what to do and all that rubbish. Not that he would ever say anything out loud. He quite liked his teaching position, thank you very much. "On the contrary, Mr. Strand, you are much better with words than I ever was at your age." Or now, but shh. Calculations, equations, theory...those were the words he was good at and those didn't write you any poetry that the average person would understand. "If you don't wouldn't mind helping it would be appreciated," he nodded. He could always just levitate things, but that had not been going so well recently. Lots of accidents thanks to his depth perception being a bit wonky. OOC: you can go ahead and post inside the office now. 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