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DaniDiNardo · 09-07-2014, 02:04 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Propping open the door with his body, the astronomer leaned against it with his right shoulder and folded his arms across his chest in an amused manner. "Yes, I do recall a certain admiration for all things that go boom," he smirked with a subtle eyebrow wiggle. He could still remember the exploding furniture down by the lake. "Let's try not to blow anything up until class, yeah?"

See? He did keep promises.

"How about you step into my office. I'll get a mug of hot chocolate ready for you."

Unless for some earth shattering reason Miss Cambridge had disowned hot chocolate and no longer wish to drink it anymore. In which case Airey was fairly certain that the apocalypse was upon them.

OOC: you can post in the office now :3

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Hazel eyes widened considerably as she considered what the Professor might have just hinted at. She could be wrong ~~and often was~~ but it sounded like he was saying that they'd be blowing things up in class and now she didn't think she knew HOW to get rid of the insanely excited grin that fixed itself on her face. "Class? Saving for class? We're gonna have things colliding in mass explosions that'll give me chills and leave me in awe for the rest of my life??" Yes? YES? That was plainly all she got, sorry to say.

Explosions and hot chocolate??? Who said this term would be a disaster? Aside from that horrible feast, she had to say this was turning into a grand event.

"I'd love some." She admitted, flopping into her usual chair opposite his at the desk. Sure others had used it too but when she was here this was HER chair and no one else's. Simple logic really. "And marshmallows if you still have any of those."

She would have opted for the couch but this was still serious business and all. Ahem.

09-07-2014, 02:04 AM	#2 (permalink)
DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,240 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Propping open the door with his body, the astronomer leaned against it with his right shoulder and folded his arms across his chest in an amused manner. "Yes, I do recall a certain admiration for all things that go boom," he smirked with a subtle eyebrow wiggle. He could still remember the exploding furniture down by the lake. "Let's try not to blow anything up until class, yeah?" See? He did keep promises. "How about you step into my office. I'll get a mug of hot chocolate ready for you." Unless for some earth shattering reason Miss Cambridge had disowned hot chocolate and no longer wish to drink it anymore. In which case Airey was fairly certain that the apocalypse was upon them. OOC: you can post in the office now :3 ... ....... Hazel eyes widened considerably as she considered what the Professor might have just hinted at. She could be wrong ~~and often was~~ but it sounded like he was saying that they'd be blowing things up in class and now she didn't think she knew HOW to get rid of the insanely excited grin that fixed itself on her face. "Class? Saving for class? We're gonna have things colliding in mass explosions that'll give me chills and leave me in awe for the rest of my life??" Yes? YES? That was plainly all she got, sorry to say. Explosions and hot chocolate??? Who said this term would be a disaster? Aside from that horrible feast, she had to say this was turning into a grand event. "I'd love some." She admitted, flopping into her usual chair opposite his at the desk. Sure others had used it too but when she was here this was HER chair and no one else's. Simple logic really. "And marshmallows if you still have any of those." She would have opted for the couch but this was still serious business and all. Ahem. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.