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sweetpinkpixie · 07-20-2015, 03:26 AM

SPOILER!!: I don't even know what this conversation is anymore XD

Turtles plotting world domination? Now there was a terrifying thought that only encouraged the man that he was RIGHT in thinking Creature studies was a dangerous business. Dangerous...but apparently necessary if the world was at stake. He would stick to his celestial bodies though, thank you very much.

"What do you think the world would be like if it truly was taken over by turtles?" he asked, just a tiny glimmer of genuine curiosity woven in his words. Couldn't possible be any worse than the nightmares he had regarding total feline takeover. Daphne had even sent him a book once, How to Tell If Your Cat Is Plotting to Kill You, and ALL the behaviors exhibited by Medea's felines were indicating that yes...they were. And thus...nightmares happened.

Nothing that a nice hot glass of milk and honey didn't soothe, however. Medea almost always had one ready and waiting for him in the kitchen in anticipation of this as well.

"They hatch from EGGS?" he exclaimed, as if this was the most fascinating revelation in the world at this moment. "Wonder if house elves have ever mistaken chicken eggs for turtle ones..." Turtle egg omelet? Given the fact that their cleaning routine seemed to be mistaken for time to nap - or whatever it was that was keeping them for keeping the castle CLEAN - he really would not put it past the floppy eared things. And he had nothing against house elves. The astronomer was rather fond of them, really. But he did have THINGS against a SERIOUS lack of CLEANLINESS.

Movement routine ah...yes...

Actually...no. That still did not mean much to the man, although he had his share of science fiction novels back in his office with alien species who had beak-like mouths. Perhaps he should refresh his memory there and think of turtles as space aliens. Maybe then, through the gift that was his imagination, he would understand the creatures a little better. Maybe. Or just come up with more fantastical imagery that was far far faaaaaaar from the truth.

"Perhaps....we should start with hair grips, since those were the first example that came to mind," he mused with a bit of finger tapping against his chin. He was suddenly reminded about this whole...suit of armor business...which, given the time on his sundial watch, would probably be best just left undone at this point. There was, obviously, no rubber bouncy ball in the suit and even once the Ravenclaw was IN the suit...he wasn't quite sure how to get him out of it without taking it apart and then putting it all back together.

Therefore...

Mission Aborted.

"Could leave them in the astrophysics laboratory to see if your shelf life theory is correct. If they vanish or not over time."

07-20-2015, 03:26 AM	#38 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,796 Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf SPOILER!!: I don't even know what this conversation is anymore XD Quote: Originally Posted by Shanners Mr. Rooney… Yes, yes, that was still a little odd to him because his surname WAS Bronwyn, but he was now somewhat understanding Professor Flamsteed’s issue with being called ‘Sir’. It was definitely a habit that Roo was going to try cut down, or completely eliminate whilst around Sir Spaceface. ”Maybe they have just decided that they’re necessary to encourage teenagers to think and discuss specifically the idea of them. Whilst they secretly plan world domination, or something a little more really than that idea..” The consideration of anything, or anyone really succeeding in world domination baffled the first year beyond the years he had spent breathing so far. It wasn’t possible, and he had little faith in any form of comprehensive belief worldwide. ”I wouldn’t say I do, Sir. I saw some hatch once at my Aunt Britta’s beach house. I wasn’t allowed to properly go and look, but I saw them wiggle out of eggs.” He failed to mention that he had ran away pretty quickly when Mama and Britta had offered him a whole bowl of cheese puffs to himself during story time for the babies. The story had been about turtles, too. ”I meant the movement routine. Maybe..” He demonstrated a jaw movement and then a toothy grin, before shrugging. ”I need to think more on that, yes.” That would be the best idea for that whole thing. Why were they even talking about this? Hadn’t the adult wanted him to get inside the suit of armour already??! Much confusion, definitely. Rooney didn’t let it show on his face, but he really was questioning the functionality of this man’s brain. Was Hogwarts his…institution right now? Hm? ”Why? Do you have an idea? I haven’t..had an idea that would work out….” And that was a complete disappointment to him and he wished he could kick himself for it. Turtles plotting world domination? Now there was a terrifying thought that only encouraged the man that he was RIGHT in thinking Creature studies was a dangerous business. Dangerous...but apparently necessary if the world was at stake. He would stick to his celestial bodies though, thank you very much. "What do you think the world would be like if it truly was taken over by turtles?" he asked, just a tiny glimmer of genuine curiosity woven in his words. Couldn't possible be any worse than the nightmares he had regarding total feline takeover. Daphne had even sent him a book once, How to Tell If Your Cat Is Plotting to Kill You, and ALL the behaviors exhibited by Medea's felines were indicating that yes...they were. And thus...nightmares happened. Nothing that a nice hot glass of milk and honey didn't soothe, however. Medea almost always had one ready and waiting for him in the kitchen in anticipation of this as well. "They hatch from EGGS?" he exclaimed, as if this was the most fascinating revelation in the world at this moment. "Wonder if house elves have ever mistaken chicken eggs for turtle ones..." Turtle egg omelet? Given the fact that their cleaning routine seemed to be mistaken for time to nap - or whatever it was that was keeping them for keeping the castle CLEAN - he really would not put it past the floppy eared things. And he had nothing against house elves. The astronomer was rather fond of them, really. But he did have THINGS against a SERIOUS lack of CLEANLINESS. Movement routine ah...yes... Actually...no. That still did not mean much to the man, although he had his share of science fiction novels back in his office with alien species who had beak-like mouths. Perhaps he should refresh his memory there and think of turtles as space aliens. Maybe then, through the gift that was his imagination, he would understand the creatures a little better. Maybe. Or just come up with more fantastical imagery that was far far faaaaaaar from the truth. "Perhaps....we should start with hair grips, since those were the first example that came to mind," he mused with a bit of finger tapping against his chin. He was suddenly reminded about this whole...suit of armor business...which, given the time on his sundial watch, would probably be best just left undone at this point. There was, obviously, no rubber bouncy ball in the suit and even once the Ravenclaw was IN the suit...he wasn't quite sure how to get him out of it without taking it apart and then putting it all back together. Therefore... Mission Aborted. "Could leave them in the astrophysics laboratory to see if your shelf life theory is correct. If they vanish or not over time." __________________ 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