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Originally Posted by GrapehGrape  Adelaide nodded. "I guess that's true." She knew she had hers. Obviously. It was why she was in the situation she was in. Plus she had a few things when it came to how she kept her kitchen while she baked or cooked.
She nibbled on the corner of the brownie she'd grabbed. It really was good. Too bad her appetite had pretty much vanished. Addi reached out for the tea, drinking down the last bit.
She chuckled lightly. Gosh she was gonna miss Flamsteed. "No I don't think so. And um sorry about this." Addi could tell he felt awkward about the whole conversation, but she couldn't help herself. "You can keep the rest of those for later." Of course it was. It was a part of human nature and sort of an expectation that there would always be the one thing to set someone off. Otherwise, well, that was an entirely different matter all together.
Why was she apologizing? Had he said something just that that implied he should receive...oh wait, he got it. "Nothing to apologize for, Miss Adams," he said while raising a hand to silence any further attempts she may make before leaving. "I lament that there is not more that I can do for you given your circumstances." His offer still stood though, by the way. Anytime she needed something she could always come and ask. He may not be able to grant said request, but he would do what he could.
OOOOOOOOH he got to keep the rest. Excellent. He probably would have manly whimpered had she packed them up, so this was a relief. "Stellar," he exclaimed, blue eyes nice and wide and EAGER. "Oh, just in case you are in need of it, some light reading on the side, here is a small pamplet on Wizarding University. I graduated from the Edinburgh campus myself. Just to help you figure out your options," he added with a quick wink after pulling the pamplet out of his top desk drawer.
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Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah
Cutty watched calmly as Professor Flamsteed threw his hands up in the air and waved 'em 'round like he just don't care laughed maniacally. He didn't regard this as awkward, however, it was more of a 'that's what Flamsteeds do' kind of a thing. Total acceptance.
In a moment, though, it had passed and Cutty was being given wishes of good luck. Best be on his way, then. The still small clutchling slung the black bag over his shoulder and took off like a thief in the night. Shutting the door to the office behind him he was soon swallowed by the darkness of the tower as he made the long journey back to the bottom of the castle.
Stellar. Beyond stellar really.
Airey left the Slytherin with a salute and then leaned back into his seat as a new wave of smugness washed over him.
Would it be weird if he just started maniacally laughing in his office..all alone? Not that he really cared if people thought he was weird or not, because he was doing just that.
MWAHAHAA!
SPOILER!!: Penelope & note from Professor Bentley :3 Quote:
Originally Posted by griffin Sitting down on a seat opposite the professor, Penelope said, "Earl Grey tea will be fine, thank you." She had come here for some reason other than having tea. Well, whatever it was, Penelope had forgotten why she had come here. "I think I had a question to ask you, but I don't remember what it was."
Professor Flamsteed reminded Penelope of a muggle teacher she had in California. That teacher ran the class like Jeopardy, and had a sense of humor that had the whole class saying that he needed new jokes. He had a pet rock, although that rock was just a rock. Flamsteed's classes were much more interesting, and Flamsteed probably had better jokes. The activities in this class were way better than any muggle school activity.
"Professor, I really enjoy your class. Except for the pendulum dodgeball, I have had a great time in your class. I hope that you don't take this the wrong way, because it was a great activity. It's just that I'm claustrophobic and I don't like dodgeball because I'm really afraid of getting hit by things, like pendulums and dodge balls. Sorry about all the crying and stuff, but maybe now you will understand why I was crying. Other than the part about me being claustrophobic and being afraid of being hit by stuff, it was a great activity, for most people." Pendulum dodgeball inside balls. That had to be the worst thing ever for Penelope, because of her fears. Dodgeball inside balls was probably one of her worst fears. If she had ever thought of that before the activity, that would have been on the top of her list of things she feared the most. How had she survived that activity? Why didn't she just opt out? Jasmine had helped her calm down. How she had managed to calm down was a mystery to the young Ravenclaw, but she was glad that she had been able to get out of the ball and away from the pendulum.
Thinking about it, inside the balls was pretty cool, except for Penelope being claustrophobic. Her ball not only reflected weather changes with the seasons, but had played Vivaldi four seasons music. Penelope loved classical music. She played piano, something that often calmed her. Did they have pianos at Hogwarts somewhere? It was a big school, so they must have a piano somewhere. Maybe the professor would know something about that. "Professor, this isn't really your area of expertise, but is there a piano somewhere that I could play sometimes? Playing piano really calms me down, and I need to keep up with practice."
Enough with the somewhat off topic questions. There were more important things Penelope wanted to ask. She just couldn't remember what she had come here to ask. It definitely had not been any of the things she had said, but she couldn't remember what her question was, or what it was about. Penelope decided to listen to what the professor had to say in response, and see if he said anything about the question that she could not remember. Quote:
Originally Posted by Hera A memo in the shape of a paper plane glides gracefully through the crack beneath the door, before exercising a smooth landing on the Professor's desk.
Pouring two cups a tea, the astronomer passed one to the Ravenclaw and relaxed into his seat a little bit more. "How unfortunate," he lamented with a smile. "Perhaps you will remember during the course of our conversation." If not, well, there would always be a next time.
Oh sweet solstice. She, er, really did not have to bring that up. Especially if it meant she might cry. She wasn't going to do that, was she? Please no. He didn't quite know you well enough to know how to react to tears. Or anyone was that matter. It was...just nope. Swallowing hard, Airey found that his palms were sweating to the point that holding his tea cup was a rather dangerous feat, so it was going to just rest there on his desk for the moment. "My apologies for placing you in such an uncomfortable and hostile environment, Miss Wright." he replied while rubbing his hands on his trousers. "But, if I may, I was very impressed by you electing to continue the activity rather than sitting it out." Very Gryffindor of her too, if he dared say so. "While completely understandable that you have some very negative memories and connections with the lesson, I hope you also take from it that you have the ability to overcome your fears and anxieties." Small pause while he rubbed his hands on his trousers some more. Awkward. He should really conjure a towel or something. "While I, unfortunately, cannot guarantee that you will face similar activities in the future, I will do what I can to help you feel safe no matter the activity."
Even if it meant personally escorting her through whatever it was. His activities tended to be a bit........extreme. But that was where the fun was though. The extremes. Out of the box. Being in the box was seriously overrated.
"Funny you should ask that," he chuckled. "I just recently revealed of of my.....one of my hidden treasures in the Astronomy Tower I suppose you could say. I have a piano in the Innovation Lounge. You can find it right across the hall from the Astrophysics Laboratory." His hands were no longer all sweaty, so he felt safe picking up his cup of tea now. "Or...if you want to put that Ravenclaw brain of yours to the test, you could attempt to seek out the Room of Requirement."
Just then, a memo slipped into the office from under the door and landed on his desk. He gave the first year a quick apologetic look before picking it up and reading it. Uh oh. Did she know about his duel with one of her Gryffindors? Was this her subtle way of calling him out? GULP.
Maybe he was going to need to stop by her office later to, er, talk.
Oh, and those palms? Yeah. They were sweaty again.
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