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SPOILER!!: CATMAN >:D Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo 
Clingy, that's what that Cassie woman was. Glancing at her hands as she gasped, Maddox saw that his claws had done some damage and he'd have gladly lied about being sorry if that's what she was about to go on about but then she got LOUD again and it sent his ears back into another ringing spell. Merlin, make it stop please? >__<
He raised a hand, indicating that she could stop. Seriously. "A cat. Yes. Scared. No." Irritable and wanting to go back to sleep, definitely. Maybe it was because nothing was making sense anymore, but he couldn't see why she was suddenly freaking out and worsening his headache in the process. "Calm down, I'm fine, you're fine and," Oh, students piling in, "you'll freak the students." And rupture his ear drums. Why couldn't people silently freak out, like in those reeeeally old black and white films muggles had? Those were gold.
"Kissing cats isn't the worst crime out there." Juuuust saying. See? Nothing to freak about.
Aaand attention back to Airey. Ever the dramatic one as he remembered. "We're pretty even; I didn't know you did that." He said, nodding in gesture to the Astronut who was still clinging desperately to the other man who's lap he'd invaded.
Maddox squinted at the look Airey was giving him, unsure what to really make of it but, again, that was probably because he was still trying to figure out what had happened just now. Everything was...really confusing. "Your seat?" Ah yes, that seating order that had been mentioned to him some time ago. "Right..." He merely shrugged, looking to the poor bloke who still had to put up with Airey. "I'd had tossed him ages ago. Can't imagine you being too comfy with him perched there." Such a baby, Airey, Circe.
It was only when the man got up that Maddox remembered he was still on the ground, at which point he hauled himself up and took the seat on the other side of the Creatures man. "Oh come now Airey," He said, watching the man er....de-linting away at his chair, "we both know I'm alphabetically challenged." He quipped. "For all I knew, you could have been sitting down that way with Mer--silly me, now I'm getting my letters mixed up entirely. Must have something to do with that god awful shrieking you did earlier." And a pointed look for that.
"Would have thought your voice would have deepened by now. So....shrill."
Just down the table, he heard Meredith making it worse. Honestly woman. Not a cuddle toy. Not up for manhandling and being forcefully squished against someone's face. No. "Of course. I skip through meadows of flowers during my spare time too and like to curl up and write deep, soulful poetry when I have a chance." He said with a grimace. Don't go giving them ideas, Mer, it just wasn't a good idea.
In an attempt to return to some level of normalcy, he turned to the man that had joined them at the table. The one who's voice only seemed to get softer and softer. This one, he could have a conversation with and his ears would be happier for it. Honestly he couldn't remember everything always being so loud around this place...but that might have been the sensitive hearing he developed after the accident. Joy.
"How's it going?" And a casual nod. Nothing strange happening at all. Nope.
Er...Maddox just watched this one. He looked like he was about to pass out or throw up or something equally unpleasant. Oh dear. Him sinking into his seat offered some relief. At least now if he passed out there would be no need to catch him and they wouldn't need to ask for help--and Maddox wouldn't have to think of a convenient reason as to why he couldn't be of assistance.
"You alright?" He called to him all the way down at his seat. Even if he wasn't, Maddox hoped he had enough common courtesy to lie that he was. That way he wouldn't have to fake being concerned.
Nothing personal, just, he was still tired and this headache didn't seem like it was budging.
Trying his best to ignore the giggling antics of Meriberry and Leobald freaking out over absolutely nothing - seriously, shouldn't he be more concerned about the receding hairline of his? - the astronomy eyed his former housemate over a few times before retrieving his lint roller again.
"Good to see you haven't lost that stellar sense of humor," he said dryly as he proceeded to roll his lint roller all over the man's cheek, down his neck, and then his arm. Man had to be COVERED in that stuff after having just turned into one of....THEM. Airey eyed the man's cheek and chin again. "Hmmm...seemed to have missed some there," he mused, rolling it all over the man's cheek once more. Bloody fur wasn't coming off!
And no, they were FAR from even. In fact, if one were to compare, the distance between the Milky Way and z8_GND_5296 was closer. THINK ON THAT, MADDOX.
"Alphabetically challenged...right," he snorted with an amused smirk. "Helps if you sing it if you've forgotten." Assuming that song had gotten through his thick skull. "Would have thought you would have learned your ABC's by now."
Aaaaaaaaah pseudo-brotherly love. It was a marvelous thing, wasn't it?
SPOILER!!: Cecelia Quote:
Originally Posted by The1HBIC Cece just rolled her eyes at Nessa as she cooed over the beast in Cassiopia's arms. Do these people not realize just how unsanitary it was to have animals at the dinner table. Obviously not.
There was something seriously wrong with this woman (Cassie). Who in their right mind treats a damn cat like it is a human? Not that humans get carried around in purses. "I don't care if they never leave your purse. Animals do not belong at the dinner table, and especially not on someones seat." Honestly, this woman needed to be in a padded room at St. Mungos. "And stop talking to that cat like he's a human. He obviously doesn't like you, that's why he's trying to claw your eyes out."
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Okay, so that cat WAS a human, and not a very smart one at that. "Word of advice. Stay in human form when this one is around," she said pointing at the nutty divinatin professor. Unless of course he liked being manhandled and talked to like a baby.
"And you," she said directing her attention once more at Cassie, "you deserve every one of those scratches you now have." Too bad he didn't scratch her eyes out. "Maybe some day you'll learn not to pick up animals that don't belong to you."
Then there was Flamsteed who finally gained some composure and... Deal? What deal? "What are you yammering on about Flamsteed?" Of course in the current mood she was in, Cece was in no way thinking about that little bet they had made last term.
Still standing and rolling his lint roller over wherever Maddox would let him - willingly or not - Airey used his other hand to point at the Healer when she was talking about creatures NOT being in the Great Hall. Hadn't he said this before? Students couldn't bring their pets...therefore they shouldn't either.
Sweet solstice the thought of finding cat fur in his mashed potatoes made his skin crawl and he coughed involuntarily as though he had a hairball.
His eyes narrowed at Cecelia. Was she really trying to play the innocent act? Really? She was a Slytherin and thus such acts were quite unbecoming. "You know precisely what I am referring to," he grumbled, finally pocketing his lint roller and feeling his wand holster in his enchanted pocket. The bet that his house and won fair and square with their stellar efforts that bestowed upon Gryffindor the House Cup which meant that SHE had a deal to keep but had BAILED on the feast last term. Well...he wasn't going to let her just get away this time.
She wouldn't allow him to avoid humiliation.
Pulling his wand out and giving it a subtle flick in Cecelia's direction, he transfigured her clothing into something more suitable for the feast. Grinning like a first year who had just unleashed a horde of stink bombs in Charms class, he gave the Slytherin Head of House a salute. "Ring any bells now?" he inquired with a forced innocence in his tone, complete with batting eyelashes.
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