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sweetpinkpixie · 05-31-2014, 03:32 PM

Walking alongside Medea, Airey made his way to the staff room carrying a clumsily put together gift bag stuffed with white tissue paper and was so crumbled up it looked as though it had been taken out of the rubbish bin. He may be a meticulous man when it came to diagrams and calculations, but wrapping gifts was just not his forte. Nor was the whole gift giving and purchasing thing either (with a few obvious exceptions)...so the man was sweating bullets that he had selected the right sort of thing for the occasion. "I should of let you wrap this," he muttered to Medea as he nudged her gently with his shoulder.

Feeling like he was holding hot coals in his hand instead of the gift bag, he wasted no time zooming over to the Christmas tree and ~~tossing~~ setting it down beside the one placed there by the Headmistress.

Turning around just as brownies were being shown, the professor made wiggly fingers towards them and glanced towards the History of Magic professor. "Oooooooooooooooooooooh brownies! You know just who baked them?" he questioned. He was crossing his fingers for Miss Adams personally. She should leave brownies outside HIS office though. Then again, she had come to deliver them personally, so that was better. He enjoyed face time with students.

Oh, Merlin, excuse him and his manners. Brownies were distracting.

"Oh, Happy Christmas everyone," he greeted, offering everyone present a salute. "Josephina! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." Cause, you know, it had been a while since he had seen her around the castle and spoken to her now that she sat all the way at the other end of the staff table during dinner time.

And...the Potions Master was clearly having some beard envy and making up for missing out last term since he was one of the few that didn't age and sprout one. How amusing.

05-31-2014, 03:32 PM	#9 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,835 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	*drags Medea along with* astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Walking alongside Medea, Airey made his way to the staff room carrying a clumsily put together gift bag stuffed with white tissue paper and was so crumbled up it looked as though it had been taken out of the rubbish bin. He may be a meticulous man when it came to diagrams and calculations, but wrapping gifts was just not his forte. Nor was the whole gift giving and purchasing thing either (with a few obvious exceptions)...so the man was sweating bullets that he had selected the right sort of thing for the occasion. "I should of let you wrap this," he muttered to Medea as he nudged her gently with his shoulder. Feeling like he was holding hot coals in his hand instead of the gift bag, he wasted no time zooming over to the Christmas tree and ~~tossing~~ setting it down beside the one placed there by the Headmistress. Turning around just as brownies were being shown, the professor made wiggly fingers towards them and glanced towards the History of Magic professor. "Oooooooooooooooooooooh brownies! You know just who baked them?" he questioned. He was crossing his fingers for Miss Adams personally. She should leave brownies outside HIS office though. Then again, she had come to deliver them personally, so that was better. He enjoyed face time with students. Oh, Merlin, excuse him and his manners. Brownies were distracting. "Oh, Happy Christmas everyone," he greeted, offering everyone present a salute. "Josephina! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." Cause, you know, it had been a while since he had seen her around the castle and spoken to her now that she sat all the way at the other end of the staff table during dinner time. And...the Potions Master was clearly having some beard envy and making up for missing out last term since he was one of the few that didn't age and sprout one. How amusing. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes