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sweetpinkpixie 
He could just BARELY hear the 'hello' over the sound of the dust settling on the small table in the seating area. Merlin, had he really been so distracted by things that he had neglected to clean the Astronomy Tower? Maybe he did need to start allowing the house elves to clean up here...
"Oh yes, the star project," he said with a glazed over twinkle in his eyes. Sweet solstice that had seemed like ages ago. That...and having a crying Miss Cambridge in his office acting completely irrational over an inanimate object. "Certainly. I'll put on some tea," he nodded, stepping to the side and holding the door open for the seventh year to pass. "As long as you refrain from calling me 'sir' again."
Oh, good. He hadn't researched faulty material. Flamsteed was acknowledging the 'star project's' existence.
"Yes, thank you, si-...Professor." The Ravenclaw colored brightly as he shuffled into the office.
Sir was such a comforting...universal term...and now that Gabe was being specifically told NOT to say it, it was going to be that much more difficult. The power of the subconscious. It was sorta like telling someone NOT to look at a thing. 9 out of 10 would then definitely LOOK at said thing.
Gabe didn't seat himself...but did take a gander at his surroundings. It was new territory as he hadn't been in this particular office before. So, the curiosity was strong. What did space enthusiasts keep in their private offices? It was intriguing to consider...as collections could say a lot about a person...