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sweetpinkpixie · 07-22-2014, 03:53 AM

SPOILER!!: Siiiiiiiiiiimon

Personally? Oh of only he knew any of the decedents of the greats'. But alas, his personal connections were more drawn towards astronomers than actors and actresses. "If only I were so lucky," he lamented. "I've simply run into her and others at various conventions."

...really? No wonder the Aparecium was so popular with students. They were actually curious about professors' grooming habits. And, for the record, this random bit of information better now show up on a piece of parchment any time soon. Not that he really went out of his way to read it. Needless to say, he sort of missed the whole bit about the Slytherin not being serious. Too caught up in contemplating the absurdity of students really wanting to know this information.

Oh yes, cosplay talk. Pity he had missed Halloween this term. Perhaps he should schedule a lesson on Halloween next term...work it somehow into his lesson. Although it went against the standards he held for his lessons. No party and no real distractions. Hmm...he was going to have to think on this. "Just the standard Data," he confirmed. Another issue had been Data and his feline...and with the astronomer's ~~ridiculous fear~~ dislike for them, well, it was hard to be convincing.

SPOILER!!: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooel...uhoh XD

Chuckling as he shut the door, the professor made his way towards his teapot and gave it a tap with his wand to fill it up and begin heating it. "Cool?" he chuckled with a quick glance over his shoulder. "I've been called many things over the years, but that is one of the more uncommon descriptions. But appreciated nonetheless."

Popping a teabag of the special Flamsteed Flu Brew into the pot, he made his way towards the sofa and threw Hershel a quick nod before grabbing a blanket off the sofa. "Here, Mr. Wallace. Wrap yourself up in this to keep warm." Blasted Heating Charms.

Hufflepuff say what now? Therapized?

He simply stood there for a few long moments blinking at the young man, only coming to when the soft whistle of the heated teapot brought him back from his confusion.

He probably shouldn't ask. No, he KNEW he shouldn't ask. But there he was opening his mouth and producing sounds that come out sounding like, "You are in need of therapy?" Didn't the boy just have a cold? A cold that was going to be rectified by the tea once it had finished brewing.

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,942 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!!: Siiiiiiiiiiimon Quote: Originally Posted by Emms THE GRANDDAUGHTER OF SIR PATRICK STEWART!?!? Now, he HAD to go. Simon's jaw dropped. If he'd be a cartoon, it would have nicely been resting on the very clean floors of Airey's office. "WHAT?!" he exclaimed with blue eyes widening. "That's amazing. Sweet Merlin! I'll have to go now." He didn't know who he'd be but he'd decide once he would get there. "Do you know her personally?" he asked all of a sudden becoming very quiet and leaning in as if they were speaking about taking over the world and didn't want anyone to hear- not even Flamsteed's pet rock. Uhhhhhhhhhh.. Smile and wave, Simon. Smile and wave. Or nod. Yeah. Smile and nod at the Professor who just told you something about Flamsteed using tweezers to pluck his nose. Okay, a bit too much information, dear fellow Trekkie. PLAY IT COOL. Play it coool. He just nodded and smiled at the Professor. "Of course, I was wondering that actually," teased Simon with a chuckle. Oh wait. What if he didn't take that as him teasing Airey? Uh.. Uhh... "Well.. Not exactly but anyway.." he added rather awkwardly. His eyebrows raised when he heard that Flamsteed had tried going as Data. "Seriously? That must have been so tough. I'd imagine that all of that paint would have made it quite hard to interact," he said, imaging how quickly the paint would start to crack. "Did you go with the beard or without the beard?" He took another sip as he remembered the episode when Data tried to get people's opinions about his beard. Personally? Oh of only he knew any of the decedents of the greats'. But alas, his personal connections were more drawn towards astronomers than actors and actresses. "If only I were so lucky," he lamented. "I've simply run into her and others at various conventions." ...really? No wonder the Aparecium was so popular with students. They were actually curious about professors' grooming habits. And, for the record, this random bit of information better now show up on a piece of parchment any time soon. Not that he really went out of his way to read it. Needless to say, he sort of missed the whole bit about the Slytherin not being serious. Too caught up in contemplating the absurdity of students really wanting to know this information. Oh yes, cosplay talk. Pity he had missed Halloween this term. Perhaps he should schedule a lesson on Halloween next term...work it somehow into his lesson. Although it went against the standards he held for his lessons. No party and no real distractions. Hmm...he was going to have to think on this. "Just the standard Data," he confirmed. Another issue had been Data and his feline...and with the astronomer's ~~ridiculous fear~~ dislike for them, well, it was hard to be convincing. SPOILER!!: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooel...uhoh XD Quote: Originally Posted by Samia Oh my word .... Noel's eyes were wide as he stepped into the Professor Space's office. It was the FIRST time he had ever gotten into an office of any teacher. Were they even allowed to do that? To just visit and look around the office. Professor Space was like really really cool if he was allowing Noel to just look around cause Noel had asked. So perfectly epic. "Professor ....... do you realize, how very cool you are?" he asked, staring at the science fiction models. "I mean .. wow" This probably was the best day at Hogwarts so far, even with the flu! SNEEZE. Noel was sure - it wasn't just the sneeze that was weakening his heart, the professor and everything that was awesome about him was doing that as well. *"I am so glad I decided to come here, I feel half therapized* already," Noel rambled, looking at the numerous collection of his books. How long did it take for him to collect all these? Chuckling as he shut the door, the professor made his way towards his teapot and gave it a tap with his wand to fill it up and begin heating it. "Cool?" he chuckled with a quick glance over his shoulder. "I've been called many things over the years, but that is one of the more uncommon descriptions. But appreciated nonetheless." Popping a teabag of the special Flamsteed Flu Brew into the pot, he made his way towards the sofa and threw Hershel a quick nod before grabbing a blanket off the sofa. "Here, Mr. Wallace. Wrap yourself up in this to keep warm." Blasted Heating Charms. Hufflepuff say what now? Therapized? He simply stood there for a few long moments blinking at the young man, only coming to when the soft whistle of the heated teapot brought him back from his confusion. He probably shouldn't ask. No, he KNEW he shouldn't ask. But there he was opening his mouth and producing sounds that come out sounding like, "You are in need of therapy?*" Didn't the boy just have a cold? A cold that was going to be rectified by the tea once it had finished brewing. __________________ 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