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sweetpinkpixie · 07-31-2015, 03:19 PM

SPOILER!!: Miss Brown :3 :3

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

You know, even with his extensive knowledge and wisdom of the universe, sometimes Flamsteed reminded Sophie Brown of an overgrown toddler. His quirks and his childlike, goofy, excitable approach to life was quite amusing, but uplifting, too, and the smile on the sixth year's face demonstrated just how well he was brightening her mood as he continued making an absolute mess of her hands. But it wasn't a big deal - she could just clean it up later.

"I don't think I'll ever get over that you've worked for NASA," Sophie remarked with envy, now blowing on her finished fingernails occasionally to help them dry further. "That's wicked cool. I'd love to do something for them. Dunno what, but it seems like it'd be super interesting. Am I too old to do one of their space camps or somethin'? That would be super fun." There was a beat, and then, "Maybe that's what your summer alumni meet-ups should be. UNOFFICIAL SPACE CAMP for all of us to relive the memories of bein' taught about everything cool by you, and then some. Could you imagine?" Ugh. All of his best and favorite students, getting to nerd out together over astronomy. What a DREAM, right?!

When he announced that he was finished and that it was his turn, Sophie brought both of her hands up toward her face and lightly blew on all ten of her fingernails, the tips of her fingers curled toward her as she gave him and his wiggling fingers an amused look. She actually giggled a bit out of instinct, even, and when he mentioned the bit about the cereal... she LAUGHED.

"It wasn't your cereal, professor. It was Cutty's," she corrected him innocently, an angelic smile gracing her features. She knew HE knew it was her, but she had NEVER directly admitted it, so... heheheh. She certainly wasn't going to start now, but she was going to dance around the topic some more. "At any rate, m'sure that someone never expected you to start eating it. The kind of person who wanted to see a friendly, happy-go-lucky Cutty probably wouldn't have ever want to get a professor involved. I mean, m'just guessing." Hehehe. "Maybe they just wanted to see someone who's usually cold and unfriendly BE warm and friendly, maybe to see the good in them and see their potential for who they COULD be some day and be willing to give 'em a chance to be that good person."

But again, SHE WAS JUST GUESSING. Ahem.

Her nails were mostly dry by the time she finished her rebuttal, so she went ahead and lowered the professor's wiggling fingers onto the pillow between them, then took the little brush from the nail polish bottle, brushed it against the tip of the bottle to remove the excess liquid, then started with the man's pinky finger and began painting. She leaned forward to get a closer look and be precise, using deliberate, careful strokes, a stark contrast to the man's own nail-painting technique.

"On a completely unrelated note," she spoke up softly, her voice quieter as if it could help her concentration on the task at hand (hurr hurr), "thanks for always sparing me and never tarnishing my behavioral record. There's probably been loads of times that you could've taken points or given me detention or somethin' for having too much fun and probably crossing a line, but you've been very gracious to me." She'd moved onto another fingernail now after dipping the brush back into the bottle. "You've always given me loads of chances. Even when Dot and I played that prank on you with the glow-in-the-dark stars."

She was grinning now and briefly stopped her painting to let her eyes flicker up to meet his as she went on, "Y'either have a mighty fine sense of humor, or y'understand that I never have malicious intentions... or y'like someone being brave 'nuff to pick on someone who's at as high of a caliber as you." Her grin turned cheeky, then, and she shrugged as she continued painting, "Or maybe it's a combination of all those?" She wasn't sure, though, but... she WANTED to know. Why was he always so gracious and forgiving with her? "B'no professor has ever taken points from me or given me detention. S'not like I've tried to make it happen, but, like..." she gave him an uncertain look, "have I really always deserved that kinda grace? Or are y'just giving me a break 'cause I'm an Outstanding student and do a good job in your class and y'think my strengths allow you to overlook the times where I cause a lil mischief?" Sophie Brown had given this a lot of thought, okay? She needed to KNOW.

Overgrown toddler. A sentiment that was shared with the astronomer's sisters, but not so affectionately depending on which sister was up for discussion. Quite the accurate description, to be sure.

"Why is that, Miss Brown?" he asked, genuinely curious as to why it seemed so...shocking? Perplexing? Whatever the emotional reaction was was intriguing to the man. "Actually, Advanced Space Academy is for ages 15 to 18 and if you are genuinely interested in attending I could use one of my contacts to secure you a spot. Have done so previously with other inquisitive students like yourself." And there was also Adult Space Academy, which he had attended himself more often than he would admit out loud, as well. He only chuckled and offered a wink at the Ravenclaw's suggestion. Something to consider, yes. All in due time.

Nailed it. Totally nailed it.

Pun intended?

Chest puffing out as Miss Brown obviously admired his artistic liberties, his cheeks also puffed out and he may have briefly taken on the appearance of a disappointed toddler. Right. Cutty's cereal. Someone. Gosh golly jee whoever could that be. It seemed that they all had settled on a somewhat silent agreement with matters there, and the Astronomy professor had no real facts to back up said claims anyway, so best to just leave THAT piece of school history as just that. History. Besides, he was hardly one to speak against harmless pranks considering he had done one or two or 100 in his days as a student.

Watching as Miss Brown got to work, he was tempted to make some sort of comment about staying between the lines, but all witty commentary went sailing right out the window and into the Black Lake as his personal beautician went into a stream of conscious sort of speech about...wait, what?

Just get some nail polish on his suit, Miss Brown, and we will see about that "never lost points" concern of yours.

Airey actually could not contain his laughter and ended up coughing some violent chuckles. What student was CONCERNED about not being given detention for trespasses? If he had been granted this so-called "get out of detention free" aura, well, he would have been all over taking advantage of that. Surely not questioning the why, if there was even one.

"I cannot speak for every member on staff, Miss Brown, only myself," he said casually. He had had the unfortunate pleasure of finding a bit of unwanted parchment with words written on it during one of his walks with Pebbles and knew the rumors. Blasted gossip pseudo newspaper rubbish thing. "But outstanding student or not, I look at each behavioral issue as an isolated incident in compliance with my rules and act accordingly. Gave one of my brightest pupils a detention once. Food in the astrophysics laboratory. Although, heh, it actually turned out she hadn't done anything wrong and had only happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

That HAD been a glorious detention, however.

"If you are complaining about a lack of discipline, Miss Brown, I can certainly up my game."

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His quirks and his childlike, goofy, excitable approach to life was quite amusing, but uplifting, too, and the smile on the sixth year's face demonstrated just how well he was brightening her mood as he continued making an absolute mess of her hands. But it wasn't a big deal - she could just clean it up later. "I don't think I'll ever get over that you've worked for NASA," Sophie remarked with envy, now blowing on her finished fingernails occasionally to help them dry further. "*That's wicked cool. I'd love to do something for them. Dunno what, but it seems like it'd be super interesting. Am I too old to do one of their space camps or somethin'? That* would be super fun." There was a beat, and then, "Maybe that's what your summer alumni meet-ups should be. UNOFFICIAL SPACE CAMP for all of us to relive the memories of bein' taught about everything cool by you, and then some. Could you imagine?" Ugh. All of his best and favorite students, getting to nerd out together over astronomy. What a DREAM, right?! When he announced that he was finished and that it was his turn, Sophie brought both of her hands up toward her face and lightly blew on all ten of her fingernails, the tips of her fingers curled toward her as she gave him and his wiggling fingers an amused look. She actually giggled a bit out of instinct, even, and when he mentioned the bit about the cereal... she LAUGHED. "It wasn't your cereal, professor. It was Cutty's,*" she corrected him innocently, an angelic smile gracing her features. She knew HE knew it was her, but she had NEVER directly admitted it, so... heheheh. She certainly wasn't going to start now, but she was going to dance around the topic some more. "At any rate, m'sure that someone* never expected you to start eating it. The kind of person who wanted to see a friendly, happy-go-lucky Cutty probably wouldn't have ever want to get a professor involved. I mean, m'just guessing." Hehehe. "Maybe they just wanted to see someone who's usually cold and unfriendly BE warm and friendly, maybe to see the good in them and see their potential for who they COULD be some day and be willing to give 'em a chance to be that good person." But again, SHE WAS JUST GUESSING. Ahem. Her nails were mostly dry by the time she finished her rebuttal, so she went ahead and lowered the professor's wiggling fingers onto the pillow between them, then took the little brush from the nail polish bottle, brushed it against the tip of the bottle to remove the excess liquid, then started with the man's pinky finger and began painting. She leaned forward to get a closer look and be precise, using deliberate, careful strokes, a stark contrast to the man's own nail-painting technique. "On a completely unrelated note," she spoke up softly, her voice quieter as if it could help her concentration on the task at hand (hurr hurr), "thanks for always sparing me and never tarnishing my behavioral record. There's probably been loads of times that you could've taken points or given me detention or somethin' for having too much fun and probably crossing a line, but you've been very gracious to me." She'd moved onto another fingernail now after dipping the brush back into the bottle. "You've always given me loads of chances. Even when Dot and I played that prank on you with the glow-in-the-dark stars." She was grinning now and briefly stopped her painting to let her eyes flicker up to meet his as she went on, "Y'either have a mighty fine sense of humor, or y'understand that I never have malicious intentions... or y'like someone being brave 'nuff to pick on someone who's at as high of a caliber as you." Her grin turned cheeky, then, and she shrugged as she continued painting, "Or maybe it's a combination of all those?" She wasn't sure, though, but... she WANTED to know. Why was he always so gracious and forgiving with her? "*B'no professor has ever taken points from me or given me detention. S'not like I've tried* to make it happen, but, like..." she gave him an uncertain look, "have I really always deserved that kinda grace? Or are y'just giving me a break 'cause I'm an Outstanding student and do a good job in your class and y'think my strengths allow you to overlook the times where I cause a lil mischief?" Sophie Brown had given this a lot of thought, okay? She needed to KNOW. Overgrown toddler. A sentiment that was shared with the astronomer's sisters, but not so affectionately depending on which sister was up for discussion. Quite the accurate description, to be sure. "Why is that, Miss Brown?*" he asked, genuinely curious as to why it seemed so...shocking? Perplexing? Whatever the emotional reaction was was intriguing to the man. "Actually, Advanced Space Academy is for ages 15 to 18 and if you are genuinely interested in attending I could use one of my contacts to secure you a spot. Have done so previously with other inquisitive students like yourself." And there was also Adult Space Academy, which he had attended himself more often than he would admit out loud, as well. He only chuckled and offered a wink at the Ravenclaw's suggestion. Something to consider, yes. All in due time. Nailed it. Totally nailed it. Pun intended? Chest puffing out as Miss Brown obviously admired his artistic liberties, his cheeks also puffed out and he may have briefly taken on the appearance of a disappointed toddler. Right. Cutty's cereal. Someone. Gosh golly jee whoever could that be. It seemed that they all had settled on a somewhat silent agreement with matters there, and the Astronomy professor had no real facts to back up said claims anyway, so best to just leave THAT piece of school history as just that. History. Besides, he was hardly one to speak against harmless pranks considering he had done one or two or 100 in his days as a student. Watching as Miss Brown got to work, he was tempted to make some sort of comment about staying between the lines, but all witty commentary went sailing right out the window and into the Black Lake as his personal beautician went into a stream of conscious sort of speech about...wait, what? Just get some nail polish on his suit, Miss Brown, and we will see about that "never lost points" concern of yours. Airey actually could not contain his laughter and ended up coughing some violent chuckles. What student was CONCERNED about not being given detention for trespasses? If he had been granted this so-called "get out of detention free" aura, well, he would have been all over taking advantage of that. Surely not questioning the why, if there was even one. "I cannot speak for every member on staff, Miss Brown, only myself," he said casually. He had had the unfortunate pleasure of finding a bit of unwanted parchment with words written on it during one of his walks with Pebbles and knew the rumors. Blasted gossip pseudo newspaper rubbish thing. "But outstanding student or not, I look at each behavioral issue as an isolated incident in compliance with my rules and act accordingly. Gave one of my brightest pupils a detention once. Food in the astrophysics laboratory. Although, heh, it actually turned out she hadn't done anything wrong and had only happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." That HAD been a glorious detention, however. "If you are complaining about a lack of discipline, Miss Brown, I can certainly up my game." __________________ 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