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sweetpinkpixie · 05-18-2015, 01:19 PM

SPOILER!!: PREFECTS!

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

SPOILER!!: Puck & Airey

Zander only looked like a bundle of nerves because he WAS a bundle of nerves. Of course he knew they got off easy last term, with only that ~~horrifying~~ detention and a talking to by both Professor Q and the headmistress. But their Head of House didn't really say all too much about the incident as a whole... So it was only time that this happened. Zander just wished they could've gotten it over with last term when he was expecting everything. This came as a surprise. Like a ticking time-bomb that was sent to his home via owl.

And then Puck starting speaking and it really through the sixth year off into a mess of confusion. Talk of one of them getting debadged? Huh? "They can't take it away from one of us. I won't let--" And then the door opened. And Zander was left with wide eyes staring straight into the office. Uh oh. Couldn't there have been a warning or something?

He didn't even have time to think when Professor Flamsteed literally COMMANDED them to get inside. Oh. Sir, yes sir. He said a quick "Hello, Professor," as he shuffled his way inside. He'd wait to be asked to be seated or something he wasn't quite sure what the protocol was on this "being in trouble thing". And though it wasn't flat out stated that he was in trouble.... Their Head of House was being uncharacteristically firm with them, so Zander could only assume.

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Originally Posted by Optimist

Shifting on her feet seemed like the best thing to do as she stared up at Professor Flamsteed and his office. This was the point of no return, she knew that. It wasn’t ever in question. Casting a backward glance at the seating area behind her she just strode into the office.

“Hello Professor Flamsteed,” she smiled kindly. It probably wasn’t the best reaction but it always happened. Whenever something seemed to be in her way especially authority figures she would hold herself more firmly. Almost elongating her back as she stood.

“I really enjoyed the water slide party,” she informed her tone more monotone than she had intended it to be.

Holding the door open for both of them, he nodded his head to each of them as they walked by. "Hello, Mr. Adair. Miss Greyvson," he grunted in greeting before shutting the door behind them. He did not enjoy the firm act, being that he thrived in a professionally relaxed environment rather than professionally stuffy, but it was also necessary in order to make sure that the pair of them got the severity of the situation.

Only nodding his head at Miss Greyvson's compliment, he gestured towards the two chairs opposite his at his desk. "Please, take a seat," he instructed before walking around and sitting in his own chair. Once settled in, he sat up night and straight, hands folded purposefully on his desk, and cleared his throat. "...and tell me why you think I asked you to come to my office."

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Originally Posted by Hera

He felt as though he was interrupting something, but, if there was nobody in the mans office then what exactly was he interrupting? Was it like.. marking stuff? Owing parents?.... .... .... He wouldn't owl Emily for anything, would he? WOULD HE? Zeke swept this thought aside and stepped right in when given the go-ahead.

How very inviting of the man.

And... don't touch anything on his desk?

Approaching the desk, Zeke noticed there were toys on it. Figurine toys. What Professor Airey doing with them exactly?

Figuring it was safest not to ask, Zeke seated himself on the armchair opposite the desk and twiddled his thumbs. "I don't want to keep you for too long, but, I need your advice on things... I kinda don't know what to do." Problems. SO many problems. This third year had them.

Instinctively moving towards his desk, the astronomer did a sort of stutter step before doubling back and taking a seat on his sofa. Right, yes, away from the figures. Ahem.

Advice? He could most likely handle that...as long as there was no teenage angst involved.

"Alright," he nodded, placing his hands on his knees. "Lay it on me then, Mr. Zeke. What's troubling you?"

05-18-2015, 01:19 PM	#21 (permalink)
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But their Head of House didn't really say all too much about the incident as a whole... So it was only time that this happened. Zander just wished they could've gotten it over with last term when he was expecting everything. This came as a surprise. Like a ticking time-bomb that was sent to his home via owl. And then Puck starting speaking and it really through the sixth year off into a mess of confusion. Talk of one of them getting debadged? Huh? "They can't take it away from one of us. I won't let--" And then the door opened. And Zander was left with wide eyes staring straight into the office. Uh oh. Couldn't there have been a warning or something? He didn't even have time to think when Professor Flamsteed literally COMMANDED them to get inside. Oh. Sir, yes sir. He said a quick "Hello, Professor," as he shuffled his way inside. He'd wait to be asked to be seated or something he wasn't quite sure what the protocol was on this "being in trouble thing". And though it wasn't flat out stated that he was in trouble.... Their Head of House was being uncharacteristically firm with them, so Zander could only assume. Quote: Originally Posted by Optimist Shifting on her feet seemed like the best thing to do as she stared up at Professor Flamsteed and his office. This was the point of no return, she knew that. It wasn’t ever in question. Casting a backward glance at the seating area behind her she just strode into the office. “Hello Professor Flamsteed,” she smiled kindly. It probably wasn’t the best reaction but it always happened. Whenever something seemed to be in her way especially authority figures she would hold herself more firmly. Almost elongating her back as she stood. “I really enjoyed the water slide party,” she informed her tone more monotone than she had intended it to be. Holding the door open for both of them, he nodded his head to each of them as they walked by. "Hello, Mr. Adair. Miss Greyvson," he grunted in greeting before shutting the door behind them. He did not enjoy the firm act, being that he thrived in a professionally relaxed environment rather than professionally stuffy, but it was also necessary in order to make sure that the pair of them got the severity of the situation. Only nodding his head at Miss Greyvson's compliment, he gestured towards the two chairs opposite his at his desk. "Please, take a seat," he instructed before walking around and sitting in his own chair. Once settled in, he sat up night and straight, hands folded purposefully on his desk, and cleared his throat. "...and tell me why you think I asked you to come to my office." Quote: Originally Posted by Hera He felt as though he was interrupting something, but, if there was nobody in the mans office then what exactly was he interrupting? Was it like.. marking stuff? Owing parents?.... .... .... He wouldn't owl Emily for anything, would he? WOULD HE? Zeke swept this thought aside and stepped right in when given the go-ahead. How very inviting of the man. And... don't touch anything on his desk? Approaching the desk, Zeke noticed there were toys on it. Figurine toys. What Professor Airey doing with them exactly? Figuring it was safest not to ask, Zeke seated himself on the armchair opposite the desk and twiddled his thumbs. "I don't want to keep you for too long, but, I need your advice on things... I kinda don't know what to do." Problems. SO many problems. This third year had them. Instinctively moving towards his desk, the astronomer did a sort of stutter step before doubling back and taking a seat on his sofa. Right, yes, away from the figures. Ahem. Advice? He could most likely handle that...as long as there was no teenage angst involved. "Alright," he nodded, placing his hands on his knees. "Lay it on me then, Mr. Zeke. 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