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Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Seventh Year Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor:
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Originally Posted by Emms Simon followed Professor Airey's lead and took a seat on the very comfy couch. He raised his left eyebrow curiously at Flamsteed's comment about how liking Star Trek was an understatement. Then before Simon could say anything else, the Professor was wearing Vulcan ears. WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? The perfection. That was the best Spock impression he'd ever seen. His jaw dropped. What was this awesomeness? he thought. He had never thought that he'd find a fellow Trekkie among the ranks of Hogwarts. At his old school, the majority of people had preferred Star Wars to Star Trek.  In Simon's opinion, Star Trek was much cooler. It had Spock in it for goodness sakes! Whilst thinking about all of this, Simon was pretty much silent. He couldn't string words together at all for once. Instead of speaking, he raised his right hand into the air and gave Airey the proper Vulcan greeting. He grinned from ear to ear. This school was so cool. " That was the best Spock impression I've ever seen." Simon was definitely more in awe of his Astronomy Professor.
Aha! " I knew that there was something going on in this office! I thought that perhaps you were hiding rogue Vulcans but this is so much cooler!" he blurted out. But hold up- the Professor could still be hiding rogue Vulcans who were monitoring their conversations at this precise moment. Hmmm... He eyed his surroundings. Now where could they be hiding? Airey wondered how long he could keep up Spock's cool as a the south pole of the moon persona going. The leaping on desks at awe inspiring, and often out of the box thinking, responses in lessons was not the sort to stay mellow for long. "Your flattery, while an appreciated human gestured, is entirely unnecessary," he replied, just barely containing a smirk. He also did a fierce Klingon impression, but putting on those prosthetics took much longer than slipping on vintage Vulcan ears. Maybe some other time. Halloween perhaps....hmmmm.
Hiding a....The astronomer suddenly erupted into fit of maniacal laughter at the image of his office being used for such a thing. As if a wizard like him were capable of keeping a being with such superior intellect as a Vulcan trapped within. Magic aside, he was confident that a Vulcan would still be able to figure a way to bypass enchantments and escape. "My office is no brig," he chuckled. "Unless you want to count my action figures."
Yeah, that 'Vulcan face' was gone now and he was back to grinning and somewhat bouncing in place. "If you don't mind my asking, how is it that a young man such as yourself knows of such a timeless work of science fiction?" Which, somewhat answered his question, but not entirely. He would assume that EVERYONE knew of Star Trek, but that was simply an assumption since everyone SHOULD know about Star Trek. Quote:
Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi For a moment , Kevin looked genuinely shocked when the Professor grabbed at his chest and gasped. What was happening? He didn't have a heartattack right?! But when he realised that nothing was wrong, he rolled his eyes. "Technically just a half man? ...is he a centaur?" what?
And now he was humming? Kevin let him though and instead of listening he coughed in to his tissue and sniffed his nose before breathing through his mouth. When he was done with that and the man was still humming he sighed. "whatever you're humming...stop it" he might be sick but his rudeness wasn't going anywhere.
Wrapping the blanket closer around him, the second year went back to looking around the office and his eyes landed on a display case in which robots were standing in and the Gryffindor quickly looked somewhere else. He didn't want to be caught staring at the case cause he was sure the Professor was going to TALK and explain what those things were and he wasn't interested. He now looked at the telephone booth which he found odd but then again this Professor was odd himself so he figured it was normal. But then he saw the animal and the boy actually smiled.
Eh? "Seriously, out of everything you say *freeze ray*?" what was wrong with him? Couldn't he see that the most important Gryffindor was sick BECAUSE it was freezing?! hmm? And what was with Professor playing along with him? Bentley played along pretending to be an Auror disguised as a Herbology Professor...oh well, it was better than getting boring answers right? "I haven't read it in a while" he shrugged his shoulders. "They said that they liked my investigation skills once though" he grinned. And he was still doing it, investigating he meant. Zander was his target as he was determined to find out why he was acting so weird whenever their Head of House was around. But he had to find a copy of that article because he was curious now.
No worries, there were no tears. This Gryffindor didn't cry easily. Except when he had drank that guilt potion. Gosh had he been a cry baby and it made him feel really uncomfortable to know that he wasn't as tough as he thought he was. Since Culloden had told them that the ones who would cry were not strong willed. UGH. HE WAS! HE WAS A GRYFFINDOR HEAR HIM ROAAAR. "What happened?" he asked.
Kevin looked down at the tea as the Professor waved his hand. "Okay..." he took another few seconds before he took a sip. The tea was HOOOOT and it burned his tongue. He winced but pretended like nothing had happened and now blew the tea first. "Drinking hurts..." he announced after only one sip. "I want to know something, what happened to this Garage person? you know, the old Astronomy Professor?" he didn't even care that he had the name wrong. "'Cause no one wants to give a normal answer and you probably took over that person's job so its probably to do with you right?" HAD HE USED THE FREEZING RAY HMMM?! so cool. That was a rather astute thought just now, thinking of his as a centaur. Pity it was very far from the truth, but it would be difficult to convey this to someone who knew nothing about Star Trek. Or maybe not so much, perhaps he could work with this. "Not exactly, Mr. Hirase," he smiled. "You see, in the universe of Star Trek there are beings that live on other planets. Extraterrestrials, some that are very human looking in appearance. This character, Spock, has a mother who is human and a father who is a species of extraterrestrial called Vulcan."
Was Mr. Hirase still paying attention? Airey was about 97.6% positive that the boy had probably tuned him out by now.
And he was going to continue humming, by the way, just a little more quietly now.
The astronomer smirked and tapped his nose with the index finger of his right hand. "It's working, isn't it?" It was freezing outside and all. And hey, if the Gryffindor thought he was some criminal mastermind then bonus points to him for having a vivid imagination. Airey could appreciate that. He had had one as a student. Still did really.
He was aware that he had just set himself up for what the professor was about to say, yeah? It was TOO easy. "Well, perhaps you should utilize those investigation skills," he winked. Heh. Tooooooo easy.
His brow knotted as his mind briefly went back to his school days. Not even really his school days, he heard whispers in the corridors from students and his own colleagues about him that were not the most friendly of descriptions. "Many things," he elected to say in response. "I wore glasses. Liked science. Enjoyed muggle things with an almost obsessive diligence. Kept mostly to myself. Prime target for those afraid of what is different and looking to flex their peanut sized craniums." He was, of course, a bit of a hypocrite here since he retaliated by pulling pranks, but doing such was more of a means to show his affection.
Yeah, just don't try to make sense of that one. It really only made sense in his own head. Although looking at who on staff he pranked the most, well, there was a prime example of things.
"Just take it slow. It helps. It really helps," he encouraged with a firm nod towards the tea. Ah yes, Mrs. Burbage. "It's Burbage, not Garbage," he replied, eyebrow raised. "I regret that I had to hear about her death from the Daily Prophet, which I believe the library keeps a record of if you want to read the full account there, but the term she came to teach at Hogwarts there was some sort of ancient spirit terrorizing the school and manipulated a flesh eating plant that then devoured her and another visiting professor."
Did he mention he did not enjoy Herbology? Dirt and all that. Reading about it had only solidified his dislike for the subject and general gardening pastime.
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