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sweetpinkpixie 
Lost? Lost.
Airey Flamsteed was probably that right now. Lost. He honestly didn't even recall the reason he had been wandering about the 7th floor corridor, but when a door had presented itself to him he assumed he was supposed to go inside.
Oh yes! Research! He needed to do some of that. About what again?
As he entered, the room shifted just a little due to the fact that his needs and the young Slytherin's were slightly different - even if the astronomer couldn't remember what it was he needed to begin with.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't know anyone else was in here," he greeted while hobbling over towards the nearest table using his cane for support. "Where...am I exactly?"
The little Slytherin had been burried in a tome nearly the size of his torso. His eyes froze on the words, 'full moon' and he looked up irritatedly at the sound of someone approaching. A little old man with a cane, whom at first was mistaken by the boy for an early Botros. But as he approached, Cutty could see that it was not Botros at all. Besides, their Ancient Runes teacher had been looking better and better these days. It was someone else. Someone else entirely.
THWOOP!
The book snapped shut and Cutty got out of his seat at the wooden island desk. "
GET...!" Out? No. No, he wouldn't speak that way to the old man, who he could plainly see was the competent Professor Flamsteed. Cutty's irritated expression shifted immediately. "
...Closer to the fire, Professor Flamsteed. It must have been cold for you in the corridor at your age." He said moving over the help the oldened Astronomer. "
And you're in my lab. I'm going to find a means of relieving the oldness."