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sweetpinkpixie · 01-05-2015, 04:06 AM

Rhetorical question. It was obvious that that was a rhetorical question seeing as it was completely obvious what it was the astronomer was doing. Thus, there was no verbal reply but instead a cheeky little grin in the Charms professor's direction.

Wait...did he just say GREW? There went another ounce of the man's manhood.

"I didn't know you could do that," he said, peering closer to the ~~fur~~ scruff to get a better look. "Or that you had one of those." Meaning wife, but Airey was far too squirmish about that word to let is pass over his lips. Speaking of significant others, however, Medea must really be having one heck of a time trying to catch her bat. Since she still had not arrived at the feast. Maybe he ought to bring her up something once he slipped out...

"Right now works for me," he winked while twirling the lint roller in his hand. Ceasing his twirling, he lifted it towards his lips as though it were a microphone and began to sing. Well, mind you. The astronomer was far from tone deaf. "A B C D E F GGGGGGGGGGG!"

Ignoring the empty threat about fur - the Astronomy professor continued his song until his eyes locked with Cecelia's...and then he had to stop singing because he was cracking up harder than Humpty Dumpty falling off the wall - he had done a bit of fairy tale research over the summer you see. Just in case the need should arise to be able to recognize the signs. Again. His smirk growing wider, he was pleased that several of his colleagues seemed to appreciate the ensemble and could only manage to wave Cassiopeia's confusion.

"No-no-nothing of the sort Cassiopeia," he managed to utter between snorts and chuckles. "Cecelia and I made a little wager last term about which house would beat the other. Loser dresses however the winner wishes and the end of term feast. But since Cecelia oh so conveniently was not there..." She got it right now. Although he was not too sure that pink was the Healer's color...

The Divination professor's words DID remind him of those muggle medieval feast event shindigs. He had been to one as a boy, but quite fancied going again...

KABOOM! There went Cecelia. Her office? What? What kind of wizard did she take him for?! He hadn't gone near the woman's office - and mostly because hospitals brought back all sorts of unwanted memories - and certainly would NOT break into a colleagues office. Before he could retort, however, the Headmistress spoke and the man begrudgingly went to his seat, checked it for BEASTS, and then sat down with his arms folded across his chest like a huffy child.

He only half listened to the speech, but did applaud at all the proper moments, and was relieved when food finally appeared in front of him. He cast his gaze out towards the Gryffindor table and threw a salute in their general direction. It was mostly meant for his prefects, signaling that things upstairs in the tower were all set and ready - assuming Medea caught her bat that is - and was just about to tuck into his dinner when he remembered something. Something he had been meaning to do when he had first arrived before SOMEONE had pulled the CRUELEST PRANK IMAGINABLE on him.

"Professor Botros," he said, leaning around Tiara briefly so he could see the old man. "I, er, got you a little something. Just a little trinket to congratulate you on your, er, additional duties." It wasn't really a promotion, right? The term caught in his throat regardless. Airey reached into his enchanted breast pocket and retrieved a box with a yellow ribbon tied around in in the sloppiest looking bow imaginable - if one could even recognize that it was, in fact, a bow. "It's a muggle device that stirs your tea for you. No need for you to lift your wand or spoon to do it yourself. Will save you some, er, energy."

Sliding the box down the table towards him while skillfully avoiding all the plates and silverware, the astronomer was NOW ready to tuck into his mean when Miss Wright approached the table. "I DIDN'T DO IT!" he proclaimed, both arms up when the Ravenclaw appeared to be in a bit of a panic - which tended to be because of him. And, for once, it wasn't because of him. HOORAY FOR SMALL VICTORIES!

He was only able to vaguely make out what was being exchanged between the third year and Cecelia, especially when Tiara's movements distracted him, but his eyes followed to the Ravenclaw table and he stuck his fork into a piece of steak and stuck it into his mouth to gnaw on. Sweet solstice what in blazing comets was going on down there? He couldn't help himself as he looked down the table towards Leobald. "Try not to let them give you too many grey hairs, eh Leobald!" he said with a wave before settling back into his seat.

Far from being constructive, but he couldn't help himself.

He ought to make his way down to the Gryffindor table as well...but food first. Food, glorious food.

01-05-2015, 04:06 AM	#44 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,796 Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	*blends things together* astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Rhetorical question. It was obvious that that was a rhetorical question seeing as it was completely obvious what it was the astronomer was doing. Thus, there was no verbal reply but instead a cheeky little grin in the Charms professor's direction. Wait...did he just say GREW? There went another ounce of the man's manhood. "I didn't know you could do that," he said, peering closer to the ~~fur~~ scruff to get a better look. "Or that you had one of those." Meaning wife, but Airey was far too squirmish about that word to let is pass over his lips. Speaking of significant others, however, Medea must really be having one heck of a time trying to catch her bat. Since she still had not arrived at the feast. Maybe he ought to bring her up something once he slipped out... "Right now works for me," he winked while twirling the lint roller in his hand. Ceasing his twirling, he lifted it towards his lips as though it were a microphone and began to sing. Well, mind you. The astronomer was far from tone deaf. "A B C D E F GGGGGGGGGGG!" Ignoring the empty threat about fur - the Astronomy professor continued his song until his eyes locked with Cecelia's...and then he had to stop singing because he was cracking up harder than Humpty Dumpty falling off the wall - he had done a bit of fairy tale research over the summer you see. Just in case the need should arise to be able to recognize the signs. Again. His smirk growing wider, he was pleased that several of his colleagues seemed to appreciate the ensemble and could only manage to wave Cassiopeia's confusion. "No-no-nothing of the sort Cassiopeia," he managed to utter between snorts and chuckles. "Cecelia and I made a little wager last term about which house would beat the other. Loser dresses however the winner wishes and the end of term feast. But since Cecelia oh so conveniently was not there..." She got it right now. Although he was not too sure that pink was the Healer's color... The Divination professor's words DID remind him of those muggle medieval feast event shindigs. He had been to one as a boy, but quite fancied going again... KABOOM! There went Cecelia. Her office? What? What kind of wizard did she take him for?! He hadn't gone near the woman's office - and mostly because hospitals brought back all sorts of unwanted memories - and certainly would NOT break into a colleagues office. Before he could retort, however, the Headmistress spoke and the man begrudgingly went to his seat, checked it for BEASTS, and then sat down with his arms folded across his chest like a huffy child. He only half listened to the speech, but did applaud at all the proper moments, and was relieved when food finally appeared in front of him. He cast his gaze out towards the Gryffindor table and threw a salute in their general direction. It was mostly meant for his prefects, signaling that things upstairs in the tower were all set and ready - assuming Medea caught her bat that is - and was just about to tuck into his dinner when he remembered something. Something he had been meaning to do when he had first arrived before SOMEONE had pulled the CRUELEST PRANK IMAGINABLE on him. "Professor Botros," he said, leaning around Tiara briefly so he could see the old man. "I, er, got you a little something. Just a little trinket to congratulate you on your, er, additional duties." It wasn't really a promotion, right? The term caught in his throat regardless. Airey reached into his enchanted breast pocket and retrieved a box with a yellow ribbon tied around in in the sloppiest looking bow imaginable - if one could even recognize that it was, in fact, a bow. "It's a muggle device that stirs your tea for you. No need for you to lift your wand or spoon to do it yourself. Will save you some, er, energy." Sliding the box down the table towards him while skillfully avoiding all the plates and silverware, the astronomer was NOW ready to tuck into his mean when Miss Wright approached the table. "I DIDN'T DO IT!" he proclaimed, both arms up when the Ravenclaw appeared to be in a bit of a panic - which tended to be because of him. And, for once, it wasn't because of him. HOORAY FOR SMALL VICTORIES! He was only able to vaguely make out what was being exchanged between the third year and Cecelia, especially when Tiara's movements distracted him, but his eyes followed to the Ravenclaw table and he stuck his fork into a piece of steak and stuck it into his mouth to gnaw on. Sweet solstice what in blazing comets was going on down there? He couldn't help himself as he looked down the table towards Leobald. "Try not to let them give you too many grey hairs, eh Leobald!" he said with a wave before settling back into his seat. Far from being constructive, but he couldn't help himself. He ought to make his way down to the Gryffindor table as well...but food first. Food, glorious food. __________________ 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