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sweetpinkpixie · 06-06-2015, 02:34 AM

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

Sabel drew back a little, surprised at the sudden liveliness of the Professor. Where seconds ago he hadn't looked like he could lift a rock, now he was barreling his way through chairs. Sabel doubted that had there been occupants to those chairs, Flamsteed would have cared. Like the cake.

Reaching out, he moved the chair closest to him out of the way before it could be tipped backwards off the dias. Something told him to pick his words carefully, a warning he attributed to not knowing this man's true mental state. "I heard a tale I thought was a little tall for it's teller and its subject. That your beloved rocks were a weapon to remove the former DADA Professor."

One eyebrow arched, as if asking if it was true. If it was, he didn't expect an honest answer. But then he expected even less that his predecessor could be undone by a few pebbles.

"But then, that's about as credible a story as the Prophet can come up with." Perhaps Quigley should start writing for them as well.

While he gave a nod of acknowledgement to the man's sentiment, his own caution didn't fade. It was the new light in the guys eyes. "You'll have to forgive me if those words are not worth a lot a the moment, given you seemed rather inclined to believe I took something of yours and we've both been less than...affable. Why?"

For several uncomfortably long moments Airey could do nothing but stare open mouthed at Sabel as his already pale complexion temporarily transitioned into an even paler color. Perhaps had his personal circumstances not been what they were he could have seen the humor in this. People that knew the astronut were perfectly aware he could hardly harm a fly let alone hurt another person intentionally. He had the curiosity of a child and the gentle spirit of a quasar.

"I would never wish her more suffering than she has already experienced," he found himself lamenting at the empty plate on the table before him. "And I certainly would never use pet rocks as a weapon!" he concluded, slamming his fists down on the table and nearly skewering his hand on a fork.

Nothing about this was amusing, and the worst part of it was that he was sure that Maddox was getting a proper kick out of it all. Why he enjoyed Maddox. The man had a twisted sense of humor like himself.

Wheels in his turning as he thought about sweet sweet revenge, he put the Prophet portion of their conversation behind them both with a shrug. While fully aware of the paper's history, it had been far more credibly in recent years than some of the more current publications had implied. Made him wonder if there truly was some truth to those words...

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Originally Posted by Tinka

Pop!

It was a bit strange for flying paper ships to show up in the kitchen, it was. But Professor Flamsteed was a bit strange himself, so Tinka didn't see a problem, no she didn't. Tinka had set her whisk down right away, yes she had, just to get what the nice man wanted. Within a few minutes, she popped into existent right in front of the staff table, tray in her little elfsy hands.

"Tinka has what professor sir asked for, she does!" the little elf said, bobbing enthusiastically. "Here sir goes, and does sir need anything else?" Her elfsy eyes got big and bulgy as she set the containers of warm liquid in front of him.

Eyeing Sabel was quiet suspicion, he was glad when one of the house elves arrived with his hot milk and honey. Over the moon, really.

"Thank you, Tinka," he smiled at the elf as he took the cup from her. Holding it to his mouth, he inhaled deeply and allowed the sweet aroma of golden relaxation fill his nostrils. "No, that will be all. Unless ---"

And then another house elf showed up. How many house elves did it take to deliver a cup of hot milk? Two apparently. No wonder there were more and more cobwebs showing up every day.

"Just needed a cup of hot milk and honey, Toddles," he said while raising the cup Tinka had already provided him and taking a long sip. He hadn't asked for any snacks in his note, but he would not crush the house elf's overly eager spirit. The astronut's was crushed enough for everyone present.

He ventured a glance towards Sabel. "Unless Professor Dakest needs anything, you two ought to pop back to your duties."

And so he could respond properly to the Defense professor's question and get to plotting sweet sweet revenge.

06-06-2015, 02:34 AM	#13 (permalink)
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Sabel doubted that had there been occupants to those chairs, Flamsteed would have cared. Like the cake. Reaching out, he moved the chair closest to him out of the way before it could be tipped backwards off the dias. Something told him to pick his words carefully, a warning he attributed to not knowing this man's true mental state. "I heard a tale I thought was a little tall for it's teller and its subject. That your beloved rocks were a weapon to remove the former DADA Professor." One eyebrow arched, as if asking if it was true. If it was, he didn't expect an honest answer. But then he expected even less that his predecessor could be undone by a few pebbles. "But then, that's about as credible a story as the Prophet can come up with." Perhaps Quigley should start writing for them as well. While he gave a nod of acknowledgement to the man's sentiment, his own caution didn't fade. It was the new light in the guys eyes. "You'll have to forgive me if those words are not worth a lot a the moment, given you seemed rather inclined to believe I took something of yours and we've both been less than...affable. Why?" For several uncomfortably long moments Airey could do nothing but stare open mouthed at Sabel as his already pale complexion temporarily transitioned into an even paler color. Perhaps had his personal circumstances not been what they were he could have seen the humor in this. People that knew the astronut were perfectly aware he could hardly harm a fly let alone hurt another person intentionally. He had the curiosity of a child and the gentle spirit of a quasar. "I would never wish her more suffering than she has already experienced," he found himself lamenting at the empty plate on the table before him. "And I certainly would never use pet rocks as a weapon!" he concluded, slamming his fists down on the table and nearly skewering his hand on a fork. Nothing about this was amusing, and the worst part of it was that he was sure that Maddox was getting a proper kick out of it all. Why he enjoyed Maddox. The man had a twisted sense of humor like himself. Wheels in his turning as he thought about sweet sweet revenge, he put the Prophet portion of their conversation behind them both with a shrug. While fully aware of the paper's history, it had been far more credibly in recent years than some of the more current publications had implied. Made him wonder if there truly was some truth to those words... Quote: Originally Posted by Tinka Pop! It was a bit strange for flying paper ships to show up in the kitchen, it was. But Professor Flamsteed was a bit strange himself, so Tinka didn't see a problem, no she didn't. Tinka had set her whisk down right away, yes she had, just to get what the nice man wanted. Within a few minutes, she popped into existent right in front of the staff table, tray in her little elfsy hands. "Tinka has what professor sir asked for, she does!" the little elf said, bobbing enthusiastically. "Here sir goes, and does sir need anything else?" Her elfsy eyes got big and bulgy as she set the containers of warm liquid in front of him. Eyeing Sabel was quiet suspicion, he was glad when one of the house elves arrived with his hot milk and honey. Over the moon, really. "Thank you, Tinka," he smiled at the elf as he took the cup from her. Holding it to his mouth, he inhaled deeply and allowed the sweet aroma of golden relaxation fill his nostrils. "No, that will be all. Unless ---" And then another house elf showed up. How many house elves did it take to deliver a cup of hot milk? Two apparently. No wonder there were more and more cobwebs showing up every day. "Just needed a cup of hot milk and honey, Toddles," he said while raising the cup Tinka had already provided him and taking a long sip. He hadn't asked for any snacks in his note, but he would not crush the house elf's overly eager spirit. The astronut's was crushed enough for everyone present. He ventured a glance towards Sabel. "Unless Professor Dakest needs anything, you two ought to pop back to your duties." And so he could respond properly to the Defense professor's question and get to plotting sweet sweet revenge. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes