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sweetpinkpixie · 11-19-2014, 08:10 PM

SPOILER!!: Sophie & her stellar internal thoughts :3

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

He... still... had her card?

WIBBLE.

Soph tried NOT to be a big baby about that, but that DID get to her, so she turned and looked to the complete other side of the man's office so he wouldn't see how close she was coming to crying happy tears. No, no - she COULDN'T let him see that, so all she said in reply was, "That's really nice, that you keep that kind of stuff. I like the artwork from your students on the walls here, too." Casual conversation to keep her from being an emotional wreck was the safe way to go, and soon enough, she had gained her composure fully. No wibbly lips and NO TEARS.

...Flamsteed was taking her awfully serious, though, when she thought she was very obviously joking. When the man was finished lecturing her, she couldn't help but turn to him and laugh, shaking her head in protest. "I was just kidding, professor. Friendship and interpersonal relationships are my top priority in life, closely followed by my school work and knowledge and all my aspirations. I'd do just about anything for a friend, even if it meant it might interfere with other things I want. Nothing's more important to me." Just so he knew.

Following his gaze to their seating options, Sophie stopped to consider them briefly - she always felt like she was in a professional sort of setting with Flamsteed, but she WAS curious about whether or not he would break down some of his walls and ever talk to her like an equal rather than a student. The sofa seemed like the option to go to if she wanted to achieve the latter, and considering the topic of their forthcoming conversation... Soph actually thought that might be a good idea. Less formal might make the conversation a lot less awkward, so she strolled over to it and sat down. "I'll actually pass on the tea, thank you." She would feel too guilty about drinking the man's tea if the conversation went undesirably awry at any point.

Saved her life. Eternally grateful. For the briefest of moments, Soph thought about that Muggle Disney movie, Toy Story, and considered asking if it was an intentional reference - could have been, couldn't it, since it had to do with space rangers and aliens? - but didn't want to steer off the intended course she wanted the conversation to take today. Though that DID remind her that she wanted to ask the professor's opinion about aliens. Maybe... maybe she could do that later, if things didn't get too uncomfortable.

"D'you remember anything that happened during that class, professor? Anything at all?" Her tone was light and very, very cautious, as she had a very great feeling Flamsteed didn't want to even so much as think about that day. But it was IMPORTANT to her to find out.

"I'm just wondering because... I dunno, I know when Professor Botros was King Triton from The Little Mermaid story during his class, somehow he knew about runes and was telling people to use runes to find stuff, and to ME, it seemed like..." cue the vague hand gestures, "Botros was still in there, y'know? And the King Triton guy was... I dunno, maybe... channeling him subconsciously or something? So I was just wondering if... I dunno, you think there's any possibility you were still in there, too, like... if Captain Hook was able to channel you at all, y'know what I mean? I mean, OBVIOUSLY it couldn't have been that strong, given all of what happened and the state of your laboratory at the end of class, but... just..." She shrugged. "Just wanna know... what you think, and if y'can remember anything at all, even like... a blur of stuff."

Was he going to yell at her for bringing it up?

Nice...was one term to describe his process he supposed. Although his primary objective was not to be nice, but to keep a thorough record of his career and those who walked in and out of the doors of his classroom. "But of course," he chuckled, as if the sheer thought of throwing such things away was completely absurd. "The archives room in my home is a proper vault of information and documents. I like to look back through files after returning home at the end of term and compare first assignments with last and everything in between. Allows me to gauge just how much progress a student has made and puts my mind at ease about their future." Well, most anyone. Sometimes he found himself more concerned when comparing. Not everyone could be a perfect success story, after all.

But generally speaking, it was an uplifting few hours in the archives room.

"Oh, well, that is stellar to hear," he smiled at the Ravenclaw. "Means that I did not misjudge your character. You had me worried there for a moment." He moved as though he were going to give her a pat on the shoulder, but the previous times he had test out the gesture had only earned him awkward glances and a tingly hand....and thus his arm returned to hanging loosely by his side.

Following her over to the sofa with his pot of tea and two cups, hovering beside him that is, he levitated them gracefully to the surface of the coffee table and was just about to sit down when Miss Brown when she declined the offer of tea. "I have hot chocolate and some of Med---- Professor Romanos' exotic blend of chai if that sounds more appealing," he offered. Although the hot chocolate was usually reserved for Miss Cambridge. He had read somewhere that it was sometimes considered socially unacceptable to drink when your guest or visitor was not.

Summoning the other options to the table, the professor relaxed into his seat opposite of the Ravenclaw and pursed his lips at her question. It was a topic that he had discussed in great length with some, namely Medea, but never fully with his students. But, seeing how many had been effected over the course of the term...it was about time that he did so. Especially since it seemed like this Ravenclaw was conducting her own sort of investigation. "Honestly, Miss Brown, I can't tell you that I remember much about the weeks prior to the lesson either. I remember very clearly going into the Gryffindor common room to set up a bit of shrunken head bowling for some gobstones practice...." It made sense in his head, alright? "...and while I was setting up with Mr. Atreyu and Miss Valentine, there was a bright light and then a few students were all huddled around a beautiful looking old book...which I snatched out of the hands of Miss Xanthopoulos....and then the next thing I knew I was locked in the supply closet in the astrophysics laboratory covered in goo."

He paused for a moment and leaned back in his seat, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he picked at his own brain. "If I had to describe things, I am afraid that dreamlike is the only one that comes to mind." Which was hardly an expressive term and rather subjective. "There are bits and pieces...but all of the negative things students and staff have informed me of...I have no recollection of. Only positive feelings."

He would also very much like to know how in Orion's name this Professor Hooksteed conducted any sort of a lesson. Which apparently it still was that, a lesson of some sort.

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Originally Posted by Saraie

So she was actually pretty excited about going into a professors office. And she wasn't going for something bad. WOW. This was actually kind of cool. It really wasn't that bad getting on a more personal level with professors. Was it?

She stepped into the office. Well it was nice very. Nice. "Nice office, Professor Ariey."

And ahhhhh Hershel? Who was Hershel? "Okay. That's a Ohhhhh a pet?" Maybe a real pet not a rock? Not the pet rocks were a bad thing. They were clearly a easy pet to have. Where was he? She wanted to meet this Hershel pet.

She could sit down here in this chair, right? She took a seat anyway. He did invite her in and the polite thing to do was to stay a while now. She looked up at the professor. "It's not ticking, is it?" She added a little laugh. Of course it wasn't. But the way Ariey was acting you'd think that he was listening to it tick. "Open it!" She smiled, like a kido on Christmas. She wanted to see if he liked it.

Shutting the door behind them, Airey strolled past Hershel's cage and over to his tea pot. "I am please you find it aesthetically pleasing," he chuckled. "Most when they enter seem a bit startled by it." Namely how clean it was. Did they really suspect anything less?

"My second pet," he said, gesturing towards the phone booth cage. "Professor Romanos helped me pick him out, although I am still not the best care giver for a ferret." Speaking of which...where was the critter? Hopefully not nestled in the cushions of the sofa again.

Looking first at the present and then back to the Gryffindor, he threw a boyish grin on his face and sat down opposite her. "Seems safe enough," he mused before removing the lid from the box and peeking inside. "That wasn't a jab at this whole Hooksteed fiasco, was it?" He actually drew his attention to the contents of the box, and his blue eyes lit up like a supernova. "A NOVELTY TIE!? MISS BAYLESS! THIS IS STELLER! I need to save it for a special occasion...will the end of term feast suffice?" he asked as he swiftly pulled it out of the box and held it over the tie he currently wore to model it.

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,024 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth 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!!: Sophie & her stellar internal thoughts :3 Quote: Originally Posted by feeheeheeny He... still... had her card? WIBBLE. Soph tried NOT to be a big baby about that, but that DID get to her, so she turned and looked to the complete other side of the man's office so he wouldn't see how close she was coming to crying happy tears. No, no - she COULDN'T let him see that, so all she said in reply was, "That's really nice, that you keep that kind of stuff. I like the artwork from your students on the walls here, too." Casual conversation to keep her from being an emotional wreck was the safe way to go, and soon enough, she had gained her composure fully. No wibbly lips and NO TEARS. ...Flamsteed was taking her awfully serious, though, when she thought she was very obviously joking. When the man was finished lecturing her, she couldn't help but turn to him and laugh, shaking her head in protest. "I was just kidding, professor. Friendship and interpersonal relationships are my top priority in life, closely followed by my school work and knowledge and all my aspirations. I'd do just about anything for a friend, even if it meant it might interfere with other things I want. Nothing's more important to me." Just so he knew. Following his gaze to their seating options, Sophie stopped to consider them briefly - she always felt like she was in a professional sort of setting with Flamsteed, but she WAS curious about whether or not he would break down some of his walls and ever talk to her like an equal rather than a student. The sofa seemed like the option to go to if she wanted to achieve the latter, and considering the topic of their forthcoming conversation... Soph actually thought that might be a good idea. Less formal might make the conversation a lot less awkward, so she strolled over to it and sat down. "I'll actually pass on the tea, thank you." She would feel too guilty about drinking the man's tea if the conversation went undesirably awry at any point. Saved her life. Eternally grateful. For the briefest of moments, Soph thought about that Muggle Disney movie, Toy Story, and considered asking if it was an intentional reference - could have been, couldn't it, since it had to do with space rangers and aliens? - but didn't want to steer off the intended course she wanted the conversation to take today. Though that DID remind her that she wanted to ask the professor's opinion about aliens. Maybe... maybe she could do that later, if things didn't get too uncomfortable. "D'you remember anything that happened during that class, professor? Anything at all?" Her tone was light and very, very cautious, as she had a very great feeling Flamsteed didn't want to even so much as think about that day. But it was IMPORTANT to her to find out. "I'm just wondering because... I dunno, I know when Professor Botros was King Triton from The Little Mermaid story during his class, somehow he knew about runes and was telling people to use runes to find stuff, and to ME, it seemed like..." cue the vague hand gestures, "Botros was still in there, y'know? And the King Triton guy was... I dunno, maybe... channeling him subconsciously or something? So I was just wondering if... I dunno, you think there's any possibility you were still in there, too, like... if Captain Hook was able to channel you at all, y'know what I mean? I mean, OBVIOUSLY it couldn't have been that strong, given all of what happened and the state of your laboratory at the end of class, but... just..." She shrugged. "Just wanna know... what you think, and if y'can remember anything at all, even like... a blur of stuff." Was he going to yell at her for bringing it up? Nice...was one term to describe his process he supposed. Although his primary objective was not to be nice, but to keep a thorough record of his career and those who walked in and out of the doors of his classroom. "But of course," he chuckled, as if the sheer thought of throwing such things away was completely absurd. "The archives room in my home is a proper vault of information and documents. I like to look back through files after returning home at the end of term and compare first assignments with last and everything in between. Allows me to gauge just how much progress a student has made and puts my mind at ease about their future." Well, most anyone. Sometimes he found himself more concerned when comparing. Not everyone could be a perfect success story, after all. But generally speaking, it was an uplifting few hours in the archives room. "Oh, well, that is stellar to hear," he smiled at the Ravenclaw. "Means that I did not misjudge your character. You had me worried there for a moment." He moved as though he were going to give her a pat on the shoulder, but the previous times he had test out the gesture had only earned him awkward glances and a tingly hand....and thus his arm returned to hanging loosely by his side. Following her over to the sofa with his pot of tea and two cups, hovering beside him that is, he levitated them gracefully to the surface of the coffee table and was just about to sit down when Miss Brown when she declined the offer of tea. "I have hot chocolate and some of Med---- Professor Romanos' exotic blend of chai if that sounds more appealing," he offered. Although the hot chocolate was usually reserved for Miss Cambridge. He had read somewhere that it was sometimes considered socially unacceptable to drink when your guest or visitor was not. Summoning the other options to the table, the professor relaxed into his seat opposite of the Ravenclaw and pursed his lips at her question. It was a topic that he had discussed in great length with some, namely Medea, but never fully with his students. But, seeing how many had been effected over the course of the term...it was about time that he did so. Especially since it seemed like this Ravenclaw was conducting her own sort of investigation. "Honestly, Miss Brown, I can't tell you that I remember much about the weeks prior to the lesson either. I remember very clearly going into the Gryffindor common room to set up a bit of shrunken head bowling for some gobstones practice...." It made sense in his head, alright? "...and while I was setting up with Mr. Atreyu and Miss Valentine, there was a bright light and then a few students were all huddled around a beautiful looking old book...which I snatched out of the hands of Miss Xanthopoulos....and then the next thing I knew I was locked in the supply closet in the astrophysics laboratory covered in goo." He paused for a moment and leaned back in his seat, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he picked at his own brain. "If I had to describe things, I am afraid that dreamlike is the only one that comes to mind." Which was hardly an expressive term and rather subjective. "There are bits and pieces...but all of the negative things students and staff have informed me of...I have no recollection of. Only positive feelings." He would also very much like to know how in Orion's name this Professor Hooksteed conducted any sort of a lesson. Which apparently it still was that, a lesson of some sort. Quote: Originally Posted by Saraie So she was actually pretty excited about going into a professors office. And she wasn't going for something bad. WOW. This was actually kind of cool. It really wasn't that bad getting on a more personal level with professors. Was it? She stepped into the office. Well it was nice very. Nice. "Nice office, Professor Ariey." And ahhhhh Hershel? Who was Hershel? "Okay. That's a Ohhhhh a pet?" Maybe a real pet not a rock? Not the pet rocks were a bad thing. They were clearly a easy pet to have. Where was he? She wanted to meet this Hershel pet. She could sit down here in this chair, right? She took a seat anyway. He did invite her in and the polite thing to do was to stay a while now. She looked up at the professor. "It's not ticking, is it?" She added a little laugh. Of course it wasn't. But the way Ariey was acting you'd think that he was listening to it tick. "Open it!" She smiled, like a kido on Christmas. She wanted to see if he liked it. Shutting the door behind them, Airey strolled past Hershel's cage and over to his tea pot. "I am please you find it aesthetically pleasing," he chuckled. "Most when they enter seem a bit startled by it." Namely how clean it was. Did they really suspect anything less? "My second pet," he said, gesturing towards the phone booth cage. "Professor Romanos helped me pick him out, although I am still not the best care giver for a ferret." Speaking of which...where was the critter? Hopefully not nestled in the cushions of the sofa again. Looking first at the present and then back to the Gryffindor, he threw a boyish grin on his face and sat down opposite her. "Seems safe enough," he mused before removing the lid from the box and peeking inside. "That wasn't a jab at this whole Hooksteed fiasco, was it?" He actually drew his attention to the contents of the box, and his blue eyes lit up like a supernova. "A NOVELTY TIE!? MISS BAYLESS! THIS IS STELLER! I need to save it for a special occasion...will the end of term feast suffice?" he asked as he swiftly pulled it out of the box and held it over the tie he currently wore to model it. __________________ When you're stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes