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Gryffindor First Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Nyle Harden
Hufflepuff Second Year
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Iris Harden
Ravenclaw Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Calliope Barrington
Slytherin First Year
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Diamond Marchbanks
Gryffindor Sixth Year
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Charles Hollingberry
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Airey Flamsteed
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SPOILER!!: num num Noel Quote:
Originally Posted by Samia  Noel did not hesitate and took the blanket from the professor. Because 1) he was really really cold and 2) professor space <3.
When professor space proceeded to state the obvious, Noel just SIGHED and collapsed down on the comfy sofa. "Yes, professor. I am afraid I do. Hogwarts is out to GET me. I just ..." he sneezed, excused himself and then spoke again: "First the sorting hat sorted me into Hufflepuff, and then people keep telling me Hufflepuffs die. Particularly Ravenclaws." All the FEEELING he had. Oh God. "And then this ... killer flu. Is this a sign, professor? Am Ii really going to die a hufflepuff death WAY WAY before my time?"
Therapy? Yes.
Hogwarts. The castle. The inanimate object that was Hogwarts castle was out to get him.
............okay then.
He gave Pebbles a small shrug and one of this 'I dunno' looks.
Pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes tight, he took a few deep breaths while he processed everything. Ravenclaws. Why was it always Ravenclaws? At least he hadn't said something absurd like the boy had seen the Grim in his tea leaves or something. "I can personally guarantee to you, Mr. Wallace, that Hogwarts has no personal vendetta against you." He took a peek into the teapot, added a few ingredients including some chili flakes, and poured some of the spicy and sweet liquid into a cup. "Here. Drink this. Flamsteed Flu Brew. My grandmother's recipe."
Rather ... ironic though, wasn't? Being concerned that he had come down with a deadly flu, yet refused to go to the Hospital Wing. Clearly wasn't really all THAT afraid now, was he?
SPOILER!!: I'll just stick with English xD it's Ichiban in Japanese....doesn't sound right xD Quote:
Originally Posted by Lockhartian
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.
He gave the young woman before him a friendly nod. Wait and see, yes, this was important. He had more sound advice on the matter, but trusted Miss Wisteria to already know she needed to put her wants before others. Merlin had his mother been upset when he had said he wanted to be an astronaut - all the dangers and came with the profession - but he hadn't let his ambition waver and expected the same from the future astrophysicist. He was, of course, basing his assumption based on what he had observed in class; her focus and driven nature. "Stellar," he grinned, not noticing the blushing. Not that noticing it would have mattered anyway.
Nothing? NOTHING. Sweet solstice he hadn't taken Miss Wisteria to be the modest sort when it came to her achievements. How incredibly Hufflepuff of her. Heh.
Ah yes, Mr. Gunter's drawing. The one that had briefly made him feel a little subconscious about the size of his forehead. He had since been convinced otherwise, however. So he simply chuckled at Miss Wisteria's comment and nodded some more. "Over the sofa is perfect. That way I can always admire it from my desk. I'll just move my Rorschach test artwork elsewhere." He was going to need more wall space in his office soon...or perhaps just be more selective with what he put up so as to avoid a cluttered appearance.
Wand out, he levitated the framed artwork down to the sofa, setting them there gently, and then conjured a large frame for his gift from Miss Wisteria. A few moments later, her artwork was mounted on the wall...which he was now painstakingly adjusting by the tiniest of movements to ensure that it was straight. "Yes, that looks quite nice there," he nodded.
Now he just needed to figure out where to put these other pieces. Maybe on the wall by his tie display case.
SPOILER!!: thank you for coooooooming Simooooooooon :3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Emms Simon frowned slightly when he heard Airey’s response. Man, that was too bad. “Perhaps you’ll meet her in the random place in the world? Like on a vacation somewhere?” he offered with a kind smile but maybe Flamsteed wouldn’t recognize her. Or maybe he would. He didn’t know. All he knew was that actors did like to hide in public so that they wouldn’t get a bazillion fans coming over to ask them to kiss their baby, sign their photos, or pose for a photo. The boy supposed that it must all get really old quite quickly. Poor actors or relatives to actors.
“Nice. If you did end up having the Data beard, it would have been quite itchy,” he said with a grin. He could have imagined putting a fake beard on would be sort of really itchy. Simon didn’t know what it was like to grow facial hair at his young age but he had heard ALL kinds of stories about growing beards and moustaches. It seemed cool to him but the boy enjoyed his smooth baby skin at the moment. It was easy to maintain. Simon went to take another sip of his tea when he realized that he was all out.
Ah, it must be time to get going then. “Well, I have to be off. I have to go finish some homework before my next class. Thank you Professor Flamsteed for the book, the tea, and the chat. It was really awesome,” he said with a grin as he carefully stood up, cradling the book in his arms.
Vacation...summer vacation was soon. Although it was looking doubtful that they would be able to leave the castle. Real pity too, he had some real exciting vacation plans. Starting with the field trip with students. "Would be a happy coincidence if it did," he winked. He was a lot of things, but not a stalker. Just in case such thoughts were implied somewhere.
"Facial hair and myself don't mix well," he laughed. No, but seriously. They didn't. In fact, when he had aged last term he STILL wasn't able to grow a proper beard. It was more...grey patches here and there, but nothing that resembled a true beard. He had hardly even needed to shave really...but the shaving he had done had been a mild disaster. Little bits of tissue all over his face to cover up all the nicks and razor burns.
"Oh, you are quite welcome, Mr. Simon. If you ever have the need for more Star Trek literature...you know where to come," he said while offering the Slytherin a quick salute that then morphed into a Vulcan one. "Live long and prosper."
SPOILER!!: KYROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH Quote:
Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles Kyroh pushed off doing a measly little spin as the Professor decided not to sit? Maybe old people liked to stand sometimes? His gaze landed on Flamsteed, digesting the idea of the man being TOLERANT. "Then why don't you like glitter?" What kind of tolerant person didn't like glitter? The FAKE tolerant person that's what kind!
...The first year was onto you Flamsteed. You and your fake levels of tolerance.
It was a shame. Because Kyroh had- before entering the office - believed that Flamsteed was the grown up to GO to for problems and stuff and he wouldn't feel bothered at all.
So who would he go to now?
".....What if they were visionaries who were secretly seers?" Stare. Stare, stare. I mean, Muggles had superheroes. They didn't NEED anything else, and the visionary seers just tried to improve stuff, yeah? He spun again.
OOHHH go where no one had gone before? Something to aspire to? Kyroh STOPPED spinning and RAISED his hand. "Can I HELP you sir? I'm a good helper and I can figure stuff out and help you go where no one has gone before. But not if you mean like under the Black Lake cause that's frozen."
They were still talking about glitter? "Have you ever gotten some glitter in your eye, Mr. Scabior? It is a rather unpleasant experience. Same for unintentionally swallowing it." Glitter belonged in those muggle lava lamps and on tiny children's artwork. Not on pants...or all over his seating area, for the record.
Oh sweet solstice, stop with the Seer talk! Again, the fear of tears kept the astronomer calm and collected. "That is a possibility, although true Seers are extremely rare." EXTREMELY rare and even then he was not really a believer in the whole predicting the future game. Firm and stubborn believer in self fulfilling prophecies. "There have been many witches and wizards in history who used their magical abilities to get by in the muggle world." Including some professors as well.
Oh WOAH there...there was a hand being raised. Not a classroom setting, so really not necessary. The enthusiasm was appreciated though."No no, not the Black Lake," he laughed with a small dismissive hand wave. "Although where Star Trek goes would require us to be able to leave the castle and travel to outer space...which means we would be in need of a rocket ship." Which would be rather impossible for them to construct to full scale, obviously. But if the Ravenclaw was in need of a hobby to keep himself occupied... "How are your constructions skills?" he teased.
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