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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Airey lifted his hand and waved it thrice right to left in front of the coffee. "No thanks," he replied gloomily. Coffee wasn't his brew of choice at the moment. He could either go for something stiff or a nice steaming goblet of milk with honey. Actually, the latter sounded splendid right now.
Removing his wand from his enchanted breast pocket, the astronomer moved to conjure a patronus to deliver the request to the house elves...but not even a whisp of silvery smoke appeared from the tip of his wand. Clearing his throat, he attempted to cover up his inability by performing a simple cleaning charm on the table before him. He then removed a piece of parchment and quill from the same pocket and scribbled a note upon it.
"I see," he said, listening to the Defense professor's reply as he fiddled with the parchment to fold it into a comforting shape. "So...you haven't a clue to her whereabouts?" he questioned, hardly hiding his suspicion in his tone. He was a broken man. Tact and subtle were no longer a part of his vocabulary.
It was only then that he noticed the remains of the cake in front of Sabel. Sweet solstice. Airey hadn't taken the bloke for ravaging his meal like a werewolf. He couldn't help but wrinkle his nose in disgust at the sight. Still looked edible though.
Staring at the...er...cake...Airey sent his little space ship off to deliver its message.
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