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sweetpinkpixie · 08-01-2014, 08:25 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

"Well, actually. Very well. I think I'm nearly ready for most subjects, although I'm closer on the subjects that require book study and theoretical application over those that need practical application. Something about this weather just... saps my desire to leave the warm study nest, y'know?" And Mo was good at creating a warm study nest for himself, especially if he could claim one of the couches in front of the fireplace in the common room.

But was he feeling confident? He was feeling comfortable, which wasn't the same thing, but Mo knew that anything could go wrong. The test could be on an entire subject he'd skipped or he could have a bad day. Nothing was for certain. "Oh, don't... don't say things like that. You'll jinx it. I might not even be good enough to make the team, but you'll for sure jinx it if you start saying things like that," Mo flapped a slightly panicked hand at the professor, showing quite plainly that while he wasn't concerned about his NEWTs, he was very concerned about Quidditch.

Mo plowed back into his chicken leg with some embarrassment, which meant he was reaching for the gift from Flamsteed with slightly greasy fingers. He rubbed them clean on his napkin before taking the lint roller gingerly from the professor. What a very thoughtful and hilarious gift. Both things at the same time, which was extremely hard to do. Mo grinned broadly and mimed rolling the top of his well-coiffed hair with the roller. "I can't promise that I won't continue to get myself into sticky situations, sir, but this is one mistake I won't make twice. And really, if the worst that curiosity gets me is having to cut something sticky out of my hair, then I'm probably living my life well and with enthusiastic curiosity." And that's how it should be, to his mind.

"Thanks, sir. I would have remembered you and your classes anyway, but this definitely helps."

The astronomer found himself nodding in agreement to the seventh year's words. While it was one thing to think about being active to keep oneself warm and fight the cold, it was another thing entirely to wake up and willingly stick your bare feet out from under the covers and feel the icy blast of morning air stab at every bit of exposed skin. Although he also found himself selfishly pleased by the Ravenclaw's answer, seeing as Astronomy relied a bit more on the theoretical side of things. If you know the how it was very easy to put into action, especially with charting stars and finding certain elements in the night sky.

"Understandable," he finally said. And nodded. Lots of that. "The relationship between theory and practice is quite an interesting one, and you are most likely getting some of that much needed practice without really realizing that you are." Visualization and whatnot. "Just make sure you get a good night's sleep before them. I can promise you from personal experience that staying up all night to get that extra ounce of studying and memorization done is not as beneficial as some believe it to be."

Oh bugger. One of his trees had fallen off the side of his mountain. He popped that piece of troublesome broccoli into his mouth and selected a new one with his fork.

"Alright alright, no more quidditch praise," he laughed. "No need to flap your arms like that unless you are trying to cast an Air Pumping Charm." He was still going to think it, however, and take a look at his Hallway of Quidditch when he eventually got back to his place...assuming the winter ever let up. Sweet solstice was he in desperate need to get OUT of here. HE WAS RUNNING OUT OF SUITS!

He raised an eyebrow at the slightly greasy fingers - really now, Mr. Branxton, you were going to get your gift all messy already? - but happily handed it over to the young man. It WAS his after all. If he wanted a slightly greasy lint roller with the faint scent of chicken he could have it. "I would certainly hope you wouldn't promise that," he winked as his lips curled up into a smirk. "Life is about getting into those sticky situations and learning from them. They have much value for us if we acknowledge it and make use of this information." So, really, NO need at all to apologize for that. Consequences happened, of course, but if they didn't they one would not know how to improve. "I hope you never lose your enthusiastic curiosity, Mr. Branxton. It is a trait that so many lose over the years as we become this thing called 'adults'." The boy's kind words were touching, really, and probably caused some flushing in the astronomer's ears. "I am excited to hear what the future holds for you."

Nice subtle way to slip in that he would like some correspondence via owl on what was going on. And tickets to matches. Ahem.

"Do you see any gravy around here?" he asked, his head turned left and right as he scanned the table for a gravy boat.

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Something about this weather just... saps my desire to leave the warm study nest, y'know?" And Mo was good at creating a warm study nest for himself, especially if he could claim one of the couches in front of the fireplace in the common room. But was he feeling confident? He was feeling comfortable, which wasn't the same thing, but Mo knew that anything could go wrong. The test could be on an entire subject he'd skipped or he could have a bad day. Nothing was for certain. "Oh, don't... don't say things like that. You'll jinx it. I might not even be good enough to make the team, but you'll for sure jinx it if you start saying things like that," Mo flapped a slightly panicked hand at the professor, showing quite plainly that while he wasn't concerned about his NEWTs, he was very concerned about Quidditch. Mo plowed back into his chicken leg with some embarrassment, which meant he was reaching for the gift from Flamsteed with slightly greasy fingers. He rubbed them clean on his napkin before taking the lint roller gingerly from the professor. What a very thoughtful and hilarious gift. Both things at the same time, which was extremely hard to do. Mo grinned broadly and mimed rolling the top of his well-coiffed hair with the roller. "I can't promise that I won't continue to get myself into sticky situations, sir, but this is one mistake I won't make twice. And really, if the worst that curiosity gets me is having to cut something sticky out of my hair, then I'm probably living my life well and with enthusiastic curiosity." And that's how it should be, to his mind. "Thanks, sir. I would have remembered you and your classes anyway, but this definitely helps." The astronomer found himself nodding in agreement to the seventh year's words. While it was one thing to think about being active to keep oneself warm and fight the cold, it was another thing entirely to wake up and willingly stick your bare feet out from under the covers and feel the icy blast of morning air stab at every bit of exposed skin. Although he also found himself selfishly pleased by the Ravenclaw's answer, seeing as Astronomy relied a bit more on the theoretical side of things. If you know the how it was very easy to put into action, especially with charting stars and finding certain elements in the night sky. "Understandable," he finally said. And nodded. Lots of that. "The relationship between theory and practice is quite an interesting one, and you are most likely getting some of that much needed practice without really realizing that you are." Visualization and whatnot. "Just make sure you get a good night's sleep before them. I can promise you from personal experience that staying up all night to get that extra ounce of studying and memorization done is not as beneficial as some believe it to be." Oh bugger. One of his trees had fallen off the side of his mountain. He popped that piece of troublesome broccoli into his mouth and selected a new one with his fork. "Alright alright, no more quidditch praise," he laughed. "No need to flap your arms like that unless you are trying to cast an Air Pumping Charm." He was still going to think it, however, and take a look at his Hallway of Quidditch when he eventually got back to his place...assuming the winter ever let up. Sweet solstice was he in desperate need to get OUT of here. HE WAS RUNNING OUT OF SUITS! He raised an eyebrow at the slightly greasy fingers - really now, Mr. Branxton, you were going to get your gift all messy already? - but happily handed it over to the young man. It WAS his after all. If he wanted a slightly greasy lint roller with the faint scent of chicken he could have it. "I would certainly hope you wouldn't promise that," he winked as his lips curled up into a smirk. "Life is about getting into those sticky situations and learning from them. They have much value for us if we acknowledge it and make use of this information." So, really, NO need at all to apologize for that. Consequences happened, of course, but if they didn't they one would not know how to improve. "I hope you never lose your enthusiastic curiosity, Mr. Branxton. It is a trait that so many lose over the years as we become this thing called 'adults'." The boy's kind words were touching, really, and probably caused some flushing in the astronomer's ears. "I am excited to hear what the future holds for you." Nice subtle way to slip in that he would like some correspondence via owl on what was going on. And tickets to matches. Ahem. 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