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Originally Posted by Lockhartian Following the path to the door, because what even? There was a path. Lotus knocked on the door twice and waited for Professor Flamsteed to open. There was a rolled up parchment in one of her hands, neatly tied with a silver ribbon. He should've gotten this ages ago. In September, to be more precise, yet Lotus hadn't visited back then. Questions had come to her mind and she'd needed to sort them out before visiting her favorite Professor.
Surely, she could've asked Burbage she met her and Tag at the planetarium, but the woman!ghost could get easily distracted. Not that Airey didn't. But he definitely knew Lottie much better.
AND... her cheeks turned slightly red when she remembered Burbage's words about Flamsteed...
...yeaaaah, she almost turned around, but decided to stay because Tag would definitely be reminding her about this visit. So, another knock. His knitting project was coming along swimmingly, for anyone who cared to know. In fact, he was just putting the finishing touches on his Picard when he heard the knocking. Hmm...a familiar knock at that. There were a few knocks, due to their frequency, that he had come to know. The most obvious, of course, was the knock that belonged to Medea. Then there was Miss Fischer's knock - which he greatly missed hearing, by the way. Miss Cambridge had a distinct knock as well. Mr. Hirase's was more of a pound than a knock, but distinctive none the less. Mr. Tempus too, not the pounding aspect, but the distinctiveness of a knock. His was gentle, like the boy himself. But the one this now, while seeming a bit timid (odd) also had its usual authority about it.
So before he made his way to the door, he prepared a pot of hot water and certain tea while also levitating summoning two cups to his desk.
Set up complete, he made his way towards the door and pulled it open. "Good day, Miss Wisteria," he said almost immediately, briefly eyeing the parchment in her hand. "Come for tea?" Quote:
Originally Posted by Bazinga Cassie had thought over her first lesson after it had finished and decided that she was going to stick to her words with Miss Cambridge. She was going to go speak with Professor Flamsteed. Knowing it was all a misunderstanding from the young Gryffindor. It had to be. So instead of owling him her Valentine's treat like she did the other professors, the blonde decided to deliver it personally.
Holding the little tin of cookies she moved towards the seating area and looked around. Interesting wasn't it? Turning she made three knocks at the door. Hopefully he was in. Fidgeting worse than a glitch in a muggle game, Airey opened and closed the white box a billion times over just to make sure that the key was actually in there and he hadn't hallucinated putting it in there or some other reason that his brain was struggling to think up at the moment. She would be done with her lessons for the day soon, which meant she would be in her office, which meant he could finally go down and ask and hopefully not get turned down point bla----
SWEET SOLSTICE!? WAS SHE HERE?! TO SEE HIM?! HE HAD NOT COUNTED ON THIS!
Palms sweating and throat quickly drying out, he stumbled his way towards the door, inhaled deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeply, and pulled it open to see...
"Cassiopeia?" he squeaked. "What an, er, unexpected surprise." He rubbed his palms against his trousers to dry them and failed to notice she had brought something with her. "I mean....hi?"
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