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Gryffindor Second Year
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Originally Posted by JustAlice  Rowan sipped at her tea, but she avoided the marshmallows - they were usually made with gelatine and she didn't want to risk it. The tea was good though. She was going to say that, when Professor Flamsteed started talking again.
... Limited, yes, but nothing was impossible right?? Surely with all this magic around they could do something...
But no... King's Cross station was the only choice..? They'd never be able to afford train tickets for the faster trains... and even taking the cheap coach instead would take far too long... she'd have to leave before the celebrations were done if she wanted to be back in Hogwarts by 9:30... "Well... you see... I live in Derbyshire Professor... and the train is so expensive from London to home and if you get the coach instead it takes five hours and... I'd miss everything..." Was that it though..? Was there really no other way? Rowan chewed her bottom lip, determined not to cry, she didn't like being sad so she often just refused, but... missing all the celebrations at home..? That was something she never thought she'd have to do, and the thought was really tugging at her heart. Obviously avoiding eye contact now, Airey busied himself with observing the way his tea sloshed around in his cup with he moved it slowly back and forth on his desk with his index fingers. He didn't even dare reach for the marshmallows because that may risk catching the way Miss Fields was looking with his stellar peripheral vision.
Derbyshire. The man did his best not to wince. He knew the general location, having been there once for an astronomer's brunch of sorts, and it only made her situation more difficult.
"I truly wish I could do more, Miss Fields," he said slowly and cautiously after several tense moments. Seriously, he did. He could just FEEL those tear ducts working over there across from him. "I understand how difficult it can be being away from home and family during special occasions such as this," sort of. He hadn't ever really had any emotional attachment to these sorts of things really. Save for astronomical events and important 'dates' in science fiction. Like when the Vulcans had landed on April 5, 2063. He had been absolutely gutted that no one else wanted to make the journey with him to Bozeman, Montana. Which was really nothing like what the first year was experiencing right now...but it was the closest thing he had to go on. "...but I am afraid the circumstances this year are .... just ... too ... difficult."
There was a LOOOOOOOOONG pause as he looked at the surface of his desk as though the sleek wood was the most fascinating thing in the entire universe.
"I'm sorry, Miss Fields. But I am afraid the answer has to be no."
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