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Emzily 
Archie was actually out of his hut for once. Out round the back... but OUT, nonetheless. He had heard a thud on his ground followed by someone gasping for short breaths even before the knocks went at his door. Someone must be in a real rush to see him!!! Archie popped his head around the side of his hut and relaxed his sudden tension when he saw Professor Flamsteed.
"Oh, hello, prof... Flam--" Stutter, stutter, stutter!!!!! It was okay. He was allowed to talk to his fellows using their first names! "Airey. Hello," His new found confidence from his first class had apparently left the building. "Are you all right there?" His head tilted to the side. It tilted even more when he saw the box on the floor. He was about to ask about it before they were joined by a student.
Ohai, party at Professor M's.
"Mr Mordaunt! What can I do you for?" Archie was grinning because he remembered this student from his class. An actual student that came to his lesson was now visiting him. What was there not to smile about?!?!!
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Hello, Professor Millard." He said smiling crookedly, for that was the way nature had put it on. Although, he'd grown some his ears still very much stuck out and when paired with the smile still gave the effect of making Cutty look like a monkey. "
I came by to ask for yer permission to enter Greenhouse 8. Where the Flesh-eating Fairy Orchids are kept. I need to collect a potion ingredient for our year-long potions brewing project." The ingredient in question was the resin from the Flesh-eating Fairy Orchid, who in of herself was not dangerous to humans so long as you protected your skin from it's irritating effects. Professor Bentley nonetheless always insisted on supervision in Greenhouse 8. Cutty felt he was big enough and good enough at his stunning and freezing charms that he didn't need supervision. Besides, it would be a relatively quick mission. All he had to do was collect the resin.
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sweetpinkpixie Glancing down, Airey kicked the smushed remains of....whatever it had been off to the side and out of side among some tall grass. Muttering to himself as gunk stuck to his freshly polished shoes, his head snapped around so fast at the young Slytherin's words that it cracked and he may have suffered a bout of whiplash.
Slytherin say what?! WHAT?! How incredibly....oh wait. No. That had not been what Mr. Mordaunt had been asking.
"Oh, I, er, ahem, I," he stammered while tugging on his tie. "No. I most certainly was not."
Oh saved by the half-goblin Groundskeeper professor man.
"Ah, Groundske---Professor Millard," he greeted the man, taking a few comfortable shuffle-steps away from Mr. Mordaunt. "I have a, er, gift for you. Gifts really. If you find the term gift appropriate."
He personally would call it unwanted excess from faulty experimentation.
Cutty stepped on to one foot and looked down at the gourds...and GOURDS. Professor Flamsteed had used his Undetectable Extension charm on the box apparently. That spell was so dead useful and though gratitude rarely passed through the boy's heart these days he remained appreciative of the dear and eccentric Astronomy Professor. It was he, afterall, who'd spoken to him about his career path. The healer did as well, though Cutty found it more difficult to get her time to himself alone.
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Ooh! Blank canvases! Need help putting them away, Professor Millard?" Cause Cutty wanted to show Millard he was responsible enough to handle Greenhouse 8 on his own.