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sweetpinkpixie · 03-25-2015, 02:48 PM

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

She was juuust starting to drift off into a very strange dream, filled to the absolute brim with rocks and pebbles and stones all with eyes and smiley faces, when the poke to her shoulder startled her back into the present. In her disorientated mind, it felt more like a jab, and she went to swat the pesky intruder away when her fuzzy gaze focused on the face in front of her.

Her hand stopped mid swipe and she blinked away the fuzz once, twice, three times. "Professor Flamsteed." What was he doing down here? Amur pushed herself right-side up and blinked at the man. Last she remembered, he was a lot taller. "Sorry I was just...waiting."

Was something wrong with his foot still? She had thought that Professor Botros had taken care of that marvelously.

He had no where to go. Absolutely no where to go, besides rolling over his coffee table, to avoid the girl's hand that was apparently going to swat at him. Rolling over the coffee table seemed appealing...were it not for the fact that all his astronomy and science magazines would go all over the place and then he would have to strategically put them back...

Oh wait. HUZZAH! Good thing he had taken an eternity debating whether or not to roll. Now he both did not have to put his magazines back AND he had not been slapped. This was a good moment for the Astronomy professor.

"For...me?" he asked with a smile. "Of course you were. Why else would you be, um, not falling asleep here in my waiting area." Ahem. Just going to, um...clear his throat and getting back to tying his shoelace. "What can I, er, what can I do for you?"

And please don't ask for a blanket.

...or say that she passed out here waiting because she hadn't been able to sleep in her dorm room because of roommate things.

...or any sort of inquiry to do with teenage angst. Surely a first year was still in the clear of that?

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