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sweetpinkpixie · 07-09-2014, 03:05 AM

SPOILER!!: I don't think he is ever going to ask her 'what's wrong?' either XD for fear of those sorts of personal relationship issues HAHAHA

If it weren't for the fact that he was holding on to the frying pan with one hand and using the spatula to stir with the other, changes were somewhere around 99.9999999% that the astronomer would have climbed up on top of the counter and assumed planking position to avoid all further eye contact and conversation with the prefect. Thank you and good day, Miss Cambridge.

Ravenclaw. Boy toy.......

LA LA LA LA NOT LISTENING LA LA LA LA

Seriously, he was mentally plugging his ears with the index fingers on both his hands into either ear to block out the rest of Miss Cambridge's words from reaching Wernicke's and Broca's areas of his brain. NOT GOING TO PROCESS. NO PROCESS. NOPE. NOOOOOOOOOOOPE.

Suit himself? What? "Nothing suits me like a suit," he hummed as he resumed stirring - not realizing that he had in fact stopped stirring during those moments he had just been frozen in terror at the over share. Which meant that things were beginning to burn and take on a somewhat charred smell. But it just smelled like burnt sugar which sort of had a sweet aroma as far as he was concerned, so he didn't think any of it.

"Well...according to the recipe here, we just need to plop all this into a square pan and let it cool," he read from the tiny piece of parchment in his sister's handwriting. "Given how cold it is around here...not long at all...especially if we open that window over there and hold the pan outside for a minute."

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,078 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	**casually stalks the other two while in here gets feels astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf SPOILER!!*: I don't think he is ever going to ask her 'what's wrong?' either XD for fear of those sorts of personal relationship issues HAHAHA* Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Lex waited for the reaction that was sure to come from the man who read an Aparecium paper and freaked. You could have sworn he'd walked in on her and Jun snogging with the way he'd spazzed out. A reaction would definitely happen so even when he turned away from her, she waited. Of course he was sorry he asked, that was the point of her oversharing. He was completely welcome and with luck would not be prying in future. "Like I said Sir, it's not the type of conversation I fancy. Spent a lot of time hiding out in the Ravenclaw dorm because of them--but I never told you that." Just like she never told him she was usually hiding out with Jun. Ahem. He was definitely welcome she didn't mention that part. Carry on. Was he sure he didn't want any though? This was good stuff. "Suit yourself." Lex said with a shrug, scooping another spoonful into her hands. And what on earth was he humming about? Medicine? Maybe she'd just not question it. Nah, Just pour and pretend this was normal. With Airey, this was all kinds of normal anyway. "D'you know how long these will take to be done?" If it weren't for the fact that he was holding on to the frying pan with one hand and using the spatula to stir with the other, changes were somewhere around 99.9999999% that the astronomer would have climbed up on top of the counter and assumed planking position to avoid all further eye contact and conversation with the prefect. Thank you and good day, Miss Cambridge. Ravenclaw. Boy toy....... LA LA LA LA NOT LISTENING LA LA LA LA Seriously, he was mentally plugging his ears with the index fingers on both his hands into either ear to block out the rest of Miss Cambridge's words from reaching Wernicke's and Broca's areas of his brain. NOT GOING TO PROCESS. NO PROCESS. NOPE. NOOOOOOOOOOOPE. Suit himself? What? "Nothing suits me like a suit," he hummed as he resumed stirring - not realizing that he had in fact stopped stirring during those moments he had just been frozen in terror at the over share. Which meant that things were beginning to burn and take on a somewhat charred smell. But it just smelled like burnt sugar which sort of had a sweet aroma as far as he was concerned, so he didn't think any of it. "Well...according to the recipe here, we just need to plop all this into a square pan and let it cool," he read from the tiny piece of parchment in his sister's handwriting. "Given how cold it is around here...not long at all...especially if we open that window over there and hold the pan outside for a minute." __________________ 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