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Lockhartian · 07-23-2014, 12:24 AM

Text Cut: It is NUMERO UNO ^__^

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Yes, it was quite the site. His parents even had some muggle video footage of it all, not that he thought Miss Wisteria would want to see that. Seeing your professor as a young child scurrying around in his Star Trek briefs was probably a traumatizing image.

"Certainly was, and quite the dream to chase after as well," he recalled fondly. On many levels really. The schooling, of course, had been fascinating, but so had the people he had met. Even met a fellow that went on to teach at Hogwarts, although that was before Miss Wisteria's time. "I expect nothing less," he chuckled. On her keeping it in mind that is. "I sincerely hope you feel that connection to the university. I can really see you achieving greatness there through their stellar academics." Of course, she would achieve greatness wherever she went, but it was like those first years sitting and waiting to be sorted. Each house would help them on the road to greatness, but one house in particular would give them the necessary extra push to go beyond. Highlight their best qualities and such.

"I know you are," he winked. One look at her assignments and it was obvious. The attention to detail. The well thought out yet concise answers. Brilliant work.

And he still didn't know about the boyfriend, so let's be sure to keep it that way, yeah? It would only end poorly and with disapproving looks.

Oh, well didn't that sound fascinating! It was obvious, based on previous drawing and charts used in his lessons that had been drawn by himself, that he was no artist. Not unless he was using instruments like rulers and protractors to draw diagrams that is. Mathematical art. He could do that. "How very generous of you to think of me," he grinned as he picked up the rolled up parchment and, like a little boy on Christmas morning, removed the silver ribbon by pushing it off the scroll - not untying it - and eagerly unrolled it.

His jaw dropped. Once he had entirely unrolled the large piece of artwork. "Great SCOTT," he exclaimed, smacking the top of his head with the palm of his hand. After being rendered completely speechless for a few moments, he finally tore his blue eyes away from the artwork to Miss Wisteria. "Pick a spot on my office wall and I'll hang it up immediately."

Cue a giddy, and perhaps somewhat misty eyed, grin.

No, no, we probably wouldn't want to see that, so, it's the best if the video stays out of Miss Wisteria's knowledge.

The smile was on her face was a clear indication that she agreed with his words. It was quite a dream, wanting to become an astronaut, definitely. Rather wicked, it'd be, to see what space is like without having to rely on pictures alone. What a pretty thought. Nothing less. Heh. Precisely. She is considering this, Flamsteed, no worries. Her smile simply widened, she immediately saw a couple of people who would prefer no connection would be made with this particular university, but, "We'll just have to wait and see. And you'll be one of the first to know, for sure." That list wasn't too long, however. She may have blushed a little at greatness, but it was hardly noticeable. ~~Or so she thought.~~ "Thanks, Professor!" GREATNESS, I tell you.

Only that wink was out of line, and she laughed, softly, before clearing her throat and drinking more tea. Best not to comment.

Now Lotus was beaming, "It's nothing, really." She was about to tell him that this had originally been Tag's idea, but decided against it at the last minute. One, because it was unnecessary information; and two, it was neither her nor there. Her spare time was hers to be spent as she wished. This includes the conversations held with others.

Then came Airey's reaction and she did her best not to bounce in her seat like an overly excited five year-old. But her smile was still there. And her eyes were fixed on the Professor in front of her. He liked it, then. Good! "Glad you like it." Since it was for him, after all. Wait... immediately? She had to stand for a moment and look around..., "Definitely not next to Oakey's drawing...," though she had made peace with that one former Hufflepuff, she didn't want her illustration to be next to his. "How about above the sofa?" she asked, but then quickly added, "Or wherever you or anyone who steps inside would see it clearly." Ahem. Favorites get a special place.

Ooooh, she didn't know Ella had also drawn something for him... that was cute.

07-23-2014, 12:24 AM	#107 (permalink)
Lockhartian Kappa Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: The Eyrie Posts: 14,978 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ashton P. Walker First Year x11 x11	Eagle Eye [⅓ Badger Trio] Felon & Kafka ♥ Gilderoy Lockhart <3 [TEAM 947!] Text Cut: It is NUMERO UNO ^__^ Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Yes, it was quite the site. His parents even had some muggle video footage of it all, not that he thought Miss Wisteria would want to see that. Seeing your professor as a young child scurrying around in his Star Trek briefs was probably a traumatizing image. "Certainly was, and quite the dream to chase after as well," he recalled fondly. On many levels really. The schooling, of course, had been fascinating, but so had the people he had met. Even met a fellow that went on to teach at Hogwarts, although that was before Miss Wisteria's time. "I expect nothing less," he chuckled. On her keeping it in mind that is. "I sincerely hope you feel that connection to the university. I can really see you achieving greatness there through their stellar academics." Of course, she would achieve greatness wherever she went, but it was like those first years sitting and waiting to be sorted. Each house would help them on the road to greatness, but one house in particular would give them the necessary extra push to go beyond. Highlight their best qualities and such. "I know you are," he winked. One look at her assignments and it was obvious. The attention to detail. The well thought out yet concise answers. Brilliant work. And he still didn't know about the boyfriend, so let's be sure to keep it that way, yeah? It would only end poorly and with disapproving looks. Oh, well didn't that sound fascinating! It was obvious, based on previous drawing and charts used in his lessons that had been drawn by himself, that he was no artist. Not unless he was using instruments like rulers and protractors to draw diagrams that is. Mathematical art. He could do that. "How very generous of you to think of me," he grinned as he picked up the rolled up parchment and, like a little boy on Christmas morning, removed the silver ribbon by pushing it off the scroll - not untying it - and eagerly unrolled it. His jaw dropped. Once he had entirely unrolled the large piece of artwork. "Great SCOTT," he exclaimed, smacking the top of his head with the palm of his hand. After being rendered completely speechless for a few moments, he finally tore his blue eyes away from the artwork to Miss Wisteria. "Pick a spot on my office wall and I'll hang it up immediately." Cue a giddy, and perhaps somewhat misty eyed, grin. No, no, we probably wouldn't want to see that, so, it's the best if the video stays out of Miss Wisteria's knowledge. The smile was on her face was a clear indication that she agreed with his words. It was quite a dream, wanting to become an astronaut, definitely. Rather wicked, it'd be, to see what space is like without having to rely on pictures alone. What a pretty thought. Nothing less. Heh. Precisely. She is considering this, Flamsteed, no worries. Her smile simply widened, she immediately saw a couple of people who would prefer no connection would be made with this particular university, but, "We'll just have to wait and see. And you'll be one of the first to know, for sure." That list wasn't too long, however. She may have blushed a little at greatness, but it was hardly noticeable. ~~Or so she thought.~~ "Thanks, Professor!" GREATNESS, I tell you. Only that wink was out of line, and she laughed, softly, before clearing her throat and drinking more tea. Best not to comment. Now Lotus was beaming, "It's nothing, really." She was about to tell him that this had originally been Tag's idea, but decided against it at the last minute. One, because it was unnecessary information; and two, it was neither her nor there. Her spare time was hers to be spent as she wished. This includes the conversations held with others. Then came Airey's reaction and she did her best not to bounce in her seat like an overly excited five year-old. But her smile was still there. And her eyes were fixed on the Professor in front of her. He liked it, then. Good! "Glad you like it." Since it was for him, after all. Wait... immediately? She had to stand for a moment and look around..., "Definitely not next to Oakey's drawing...," though she had made peace with that one former Hufflepuff, she didn't want her illustration to be next to his. "How about above the sofa?" she asked, but then quickly added, "Or wherever you or anyone who steps inside would see it clearly." Ahem. Favorites get a special place. Ooooh, she didn't know Ella had also drawn something for him... that was cute.