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sweetpinkpixie · 01-09-2015, 07:12 AM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

After the not-so-pleasant welcome back feast... And the even more not-so-pleasant welcome back sleep... Zander had been entirely too exhausted to even get himself to visit the one Professor that he probably needed to visit the most: His head of house. You know, despite the great honor that everyone assumed of a Prefect's job. It really wasn't all that it was thought up to be. Firstly, he had to sit in a separate compartment from his best mate after disappointing the heck out of him, THEN he was bombarded with people at the feast-- again, not getting to sit with his best mate, the welcome party was no different either because he did his job all wrong and made a kid leave by accident (still didn't get the chance to talk to his best mate by the way!!!), AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF when he went to bed he woke up in an itchy nightmarish state.

Then of course the following morning wasn't any better either because he happened to have a not-so-pleasant run in with fellow Prefect, Marigold McAlistor. And oh yeah. He almost nearly got punched in the face by said Prefects boyfriend, so that almost happened too.

And essentially, fifth year was a living nightmare and there just wasn't any time to make this visit. And that was his excuse because really, these were all just excuses. Incase Professor Flamsteed asked or anything. Which he was sure the Professor wouldn't.

Except for now. Because now he'd have to make time. Walking up to the door, he gave it a couple of gentle taps-- not because he was really that cautious but more because knocking took a lot of energy, which he didn't have-- before walking back to sit in a chair. Merlin. He must've looked like he hadn't gotten sleep in days! (Which really, he hadn't. Had to have constant vigilance when you were dormmates with the kid who was out to kill you.)

His entire tie collection laid out on the floor of his office, with his hot muggle iron on its table off to the side, the astronomer was on his hands and knees - shoes off - while he inspected each tie up close and personal. No, seriously. His nose was a hair away from the soft, and expensive, fabric of his ties.

"If only I had found my Carolina blue silk tie," he muttered to himself while making a mental note to put up the missing poster once again. He was just about to select a red tie, Alizarin crimson to be precise, and held it in his hand when he heard the feeble knocking upon his door. Nervous little first year? He ought to go greet the poor thing properly...but...tie...

Removing his wand from its holster, he gave it a flick to open up the door. "Come on it, but leave your shoes at the door," he said, not even bothering to look up to see which nervous first year it was.

OOC: you can post inside the office now :3

01-09-2015, 07:12 AM	#16 (permalink)
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