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STELLAR!
This was entirely a win-win for the professor in many ways - although he was still unsure about having glitter on his fingernails. Carefully unscrewing the lid, he gave Miss Brown a firm nod to officially seal the deal. "Sweet solstice, this stuff smells absolutely atrocious," he muttered, setting the half opened bottle down on the table to retrieve his wand from his enchanted breast pocket. Giving it a bit of a whirl, the Gryffindor Head of House cast a Bubble-Head Charm on himself and took several long deep breaths.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah yes, much better.
And yes, it HAD been tempting to make a Uranus joke just then. But he would be doing the planet a disservice by purposefully mispronouncing its name for the sake of humor. The gas giant had become the butt of one too many jokes over the course of its history.
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Moving on.
Head encompassed by the charm, Airey returned to twisting off the cap and was a TINY bit confused as to how to apply said polish. Looking at the bottle like a muggleborn first year approaching the moving staircases for the first time, it took him several seconds too long to notice that the application device was attached to the lid. "Oh, well isn't that clever," he praised, dipping the brush back into the gooey sparkles.
Eyeing the Ravenclaw's hand as it hovered in air, Airey had overlooked the little detail of potential hand holding while all this was going on. Clearing his throat, he let his left hand rest limply at his side while his right set to taking care of business. Painting business.
And he was kind of rubbish at it, it we are being honest.
Everyone knows a kid or two who would not color between the lines in their coloring books for one reason or another, and Airey Leighton Flamsteed was one of those. Although, as a child, he had always given the excuse that he simply did not want to feel confined by social structures and what was expected. Right now, he could pretend to make that argument...but the reality was that without using his left hand for some sort of stability the nail polish application device was moving all haphazardly over Miss Brown's hand.
Not to worry! Some was actually getting on her nails!
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