SnitchSeeker.com - View Single Post

sweetpinkpixie · 07-09-2014, 01:58 PM

SPOILER!!: good good. we are all good XD & I have this image of her just dropping a whole stick of butter in the bottom of the pan HAHA

LA LA LA LA LA

Enough of all that. Yep. Done. Focusing on this mess that was supposed to be a delicious treat in the end.

Aw, no...don't go there, Miss Cambridge. That was kicking a man when he was down! Rubbing salt in the wound! Squeezing lemon juice in his eye! Deflating like a balloon, the astronomer's usual perfect posture slumped and his shoulders lifted upwards towards his ears. If he was entirely honest here, he had been holding on to the hope that the storm would pass and he would be able to go out on the weekend like usual, head to Hogsmeade and then apparate back to London so he could hit up his usual muggle dry cleaning establishment. Only now...with no way out of the school (he had tried, trust us)...he was in a crisis.

"Thankfully my suit collection is extensive enough that it should last me until at least mid-May should these conditions remain as they are," he replied, fidgeting like an awkward first year admitting that they didn't know where the loo was. He refused to use magic on them based on principle, and there was no changing his mind about that. "Everything else the house elves clean and press for me."

Flicking his wand to summon a square pan-thing, he squinted at it and then the mess in the pan he had been stirring. "Says to butter that pan," he read, glancing upwards at the prefect. She knew what that meant, right? Which also meant that she was going to do it because his hands were still busy stirring the stuff in the pan and all that. So his look was more of an expectant sort.

Yes, Miss Cambridge. Butter the pan.

07-09-2014, 01:58 PM	#329 (permalink)
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	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf SPOILER!!: good good. we are all good XD & I have this image of her just dropping a whole stick of butter in the bottom of the pan HAHA Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Er....was the Professor feeling alright? Lex tilted her head and popped the last of her marshmallows into her mouth as she watched him virtually freeze before her eyes. Had she....had she said something wrong? Truthfully the statement had been left open to interpretation. What in Merlin's beard could he think she got up to when she visited the Ravenclaw dorm. ....Interesting. "Earth to Professor.....you alright?" As in...did she need to ask him how many fingers she was holding up? Or what colour her robes were? SAY SOMETHING MAN!! Oh. There we go. Suit talk. "Right...that does remind me. How do you plan to get these dry cleaned if we're all snowed in the way we are? Heard we don't have owls or anything to make deliveries." She didn't want to believe it, but looking through the window that day it was hard to deny the fleeting figures that were the owls of Hogwarts. Talk about being abandoned. And what was that burning smell? Lex peered over into the pan but didn't say much in case that's what they were meant to look like. He was the chef with the recipe here, she was just helping. "Brilliant idea Professor. I'd have never thought of it." Mostly because she was too busy thinking about frostbite but the pan was hot so that would help...in theory. Yes. LA LA LA LA LA Enough of all that. Yep. Done. Focusing on this mess that was supposed to be a delicious treat in the end. Aw, no...don't go there, Miss Cambridge. That was kicking a man when he was down! Rubbing salt in the wound! Squeezing lemon juice in his eye! Deflating like a balloon, the astronomer's usual perfect posture slumped and his shoulders lifted upwards towards his ears. If he was entirely honest here, he had been holding on to the hope that the storm would pass and he would be able to go out on the weekend like usual, head to Hogsmeade and then apparate back to London so he could hit up his usual muggle dry cleaning establishment. Only now...with no way out of the school (he had tried, trust us)...he was in a crisis. "Thankfully my suit collection is extensive enough that it should last me until at least mid-May should these conditions remain as they are," he replied, fidgeting like an awkward first year admitting that they didn't know where the loo was. He refused to use magic on them based on principle, and there was no changing his mind about that. "Everything else the house elves clean and press for me." Flicking his wand to summon a square pan-thing, he squinted at it and then the mess in the pan he had been stirring. "Says to butter that pan," he read, glancing upwards at the prefect. She knew what that meant, right? Which also meant that she was going to do it because his hands were still busy stirring the stuff in the pan and all that. So his look was more of an expectant sort. Yes, Miss Cambridge. Butter the pan. __________________ 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