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sweetpinkpixie · 07-24-2014, 11:51 AM

SPOILER!!: oh myyyyyyyyyyyyyyy XD

"SPOCK!" he said as he wiggled the Kirk action figure with his right hand and wiggled in his Indian style sitting position on the floor. "The ship...out of danger?" This time the Spock action figure wiggled a little. "Yes," the Kirk figure 'said' sadly. "Don't grieve, Admiral ... it's logica... the good of the many outweighs..." The professor made the Spock figure bend and eventually lie flat on the floor. His attention then went to the Kirk figure. "... the good of the few..."

Bending both his action figures a bit to complete the scene, hew as just about to get to his absolute favorite part of the dialogue when there suddenly came a series of speedy knocks at the door. Jumping with surprise, he rolled backwards and completed half a somersault so he ended up on his stomach. At least he hadn't dropped either of his collectors items during his fleeting career as a gymnast.

"Nooooooooooooo," he whined. "My favorite part." He had only spent the last good part of an hour reenacting the film with his action figures. Now he was going to have to start it all over once he dealt with whoever was waiting on the other side of the door.

Tucking the figures into his breast pocket so the top halves were sticking out, he swung ope the door and saw..........flowers? He knelt down to pick them up and noticed the note as well. Wait, flowers would come after the note. There had been too much gift giving this term that were not the typical gifts - his own little gift to Piers included in this. Picking up the note only, he unfolded it and slowly read it over, his ears growing more and more red with each word his blue gaze fell upon.

Ears more than sufficiently red, he looked up and glanced around the seating area. "Miss Brown? Are you still here?" Was she hiding under the sofa? Bound to get covered in glitter by crawling under there.

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,891 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Third 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!!: oh myyyyyyyyyyyyyyy XD Quote: Originally Posted by feeheeheeny A sense of impending doom was filling the heart of one Sophie Brown. It stemmed primarily from the fact that there were less than two months of school left and her time with Cat, Mo, and Elodie was running out. It had her worried about all sorts of other things, too - especially the thought of it being the last term for her favorite professors. Fuller and Thompson? She could still see them even if they quit, unless they moved away from Toby, and she made sure Culloden got enough of her appreciation - but Flamsteed? Did the man even know how much she adored him? He would today. Sophie didn't actually want to have to tell him personally though and be all vulnerable and mushy with him and make him uncomfortable at all, so she had everything she wanted to say written on a rolled-up piece of parchment and tied it to the stems of a bouquet of flowers. She'd gotten very good at Orchideous this term. Heh. Before approaching the man's door - she was entirely unfazed by the pink and glitter - Sophie first looked around to make sure no one was watching, then she put her ear up to it cautiously to listen if he was inside, then she realized that was a silly thing to do because the man was totally wacky and probably had all sorts of gadgets inside that made noise on their own so that probably wouldn't even help her. She shrugged to herself in defeat, gently laid the bouquet right near the opening of the door, then KNOCKED RAPIDLY AND RAAAAAAN DOWN THE CORRIDOR AS FAST AS SHE COULD with every hope to be out of sight before the professor opened the door. HEHEHEHE. "SPOCK!" he said as he wiggled the Kirk action figure with his right hand and wiggled in his Indian style sitting position on the floor. "The ship...out of danger?" This time the Spock action figure wiggled a little. "Yes," the Kirk figure 'said' sadly. "Don't grieve, Admiral ... it's logica... the good of the many outweighs..." The professor made the Spock figure bend and eventually lie flat on the floor. His attention then went to the Kirk figure. "... the good of the few..." Bending both his action figures a bit to complete the scene, hew as just about to get to his absolute favorite part of the dialogue when there suddenly came a series of speedy knocks at the door. Jumping with surprise, he rolled backwards and completed half a somersault so he ended up on his stomach. At least he hadn't dropped either of his collectors items during his fleeting career as a gymnast. "Nooooooooooooo," he whined. "My favorite part." He had only spent the last good part of an hour reenacting the film with his action figures. Now he was going to have to start it all over once he dealt with whoever was waiting on the other side of the door. Tucking the figures into his breast pocket so the top halves were sticking out, he swung ope the door and saw..........flowers? He knelt down to pick them up and noticed the note as well. Wait, flowers would come after the note. There had been too much gift giving this term that were not the typical gifts - his own little gift to Piers included in this. Picking up the note only, he unfolded it and slowly read it over, his ears growing more and more red with each word his blue gaze fell upon. Ears more than sufficiently red, he looked up and glanced around the seating area. "Miss Brown? Are you still here?" Was she hiding under the sofa? Bound to get covered in glitter by crawling under there. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like