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Shanners · 05-17-2015, 09:58 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Needing a break from his research, the Astronomy professor had decided to descend from the Astronomy Tower to remind himself that there was more to the castle. Which of course there was, especially with all these passageways popping up all over the place. Made for keeping things organized quite difficult.

Not that the man was against a little chaos. He was, after all, an astronut himself. But with a passage way into Gryffindor now rumored to be in existence...well...the man did not want to have to eat the words he had shared with a certain Hufflepuff prefect at the opening feast.

Hence why he was here. Snooping about the suits of armor in hopes that the entrance was here. Somewhere. Maybe you had to climb IN one of the suits? Trap door in the feet or something to that effect? He would need someone small to fit in there easily...hmmm...

He'd gotten hungry in the middle of yesterdays exploration of the castle, and had forgotten to resume after a meal. The last part of his notes had him somewhere around here on the second floor and Rooney had decided to start over in this floor. Hunger had probably sent his observation skills into a pit and he had even missed out on counting the bricks on the wall. One... two...

...

Three hundred and four... Three hundred and five...

Speaking of five, there were five metal fingers occupying the column of bricks he was trying to count. Roo noted down in his notebook exactly the number he was at and why he was stopping counting. Because metal fingers. Metal fingers and metal legs and a metal -- oh wow. He had been planning on moving the arms of the body suit before him and peek inside the helmet JUST in case. But he wasn't alone. Shoving his notebook into his back pocket, Rooney stuck his hand out, aimed higher than usual as the rockspacefessor was obviously taller than this eleven year old. "Mister Bronwyn, Sir."

People forgot names. It was okay.

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Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,360 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mozart Bronwyn #ee6600 Gryffindor Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maebry Grimaldi #ff8d6d First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Needing a break from his research, the Astronomy professor had decided to descend from the Astronomy Tower to remind himself that there was more to the castle. Which of course there was, especially with all these passageways popping up all over the place. Made for keeping things organized quite difficult. Not that the man was against a little chaos. He was, after all, an astronut himself. But with a passage way into Gryffindor now rumored to be in existence...well...the man did not want to have to eat the words he had shared with a certain Hufflepuff prefect at the opening feast. Hence why he was here. Snooping about the suits of armor in hopes that the entrance was here. Somewhere. Maybe you had to climb IN one of the suits? Trap door in the feet or something to that effect? He would need someone small to fit in there easily...hmmm... He'd gotten hungry in the middle of yesterdays exploration of the castle, and had forgotten to resume after a meal. The last part of his notes had him somewhere around here on the second floor and Rooney had decided to start over in this floor. Hunger had probably sent his observation skills into a pit and he had even missed out on counting the bricks on the wall. One... two... ... Three hundred and four... Three hundred and five... Speaking of five, there were five metal fingers occupying the column of bricks he was trying to count. Roo noted down in his notebook exactly the number he was at and why he was stopping counting. Because metal fingers. Metal fingers and metal legs and a metal -- oh wow. He had been planning on moving the arms of the body suit before him and peek inside the helmet JUST in case. But he wasn't alone. Shoving his notebook into his back pocket, Rooney stuck his hand out, aimed higher than usual as the rockspacefessor was obviously taller than this eleven year old. "Mister Bronwyn, Sir." People forgot names. It was okay. __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________