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feeheeheeny · 08-04-2015, 11:59 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

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."

"No, I didn't mean that it was like... a SURPRISE to me, I'll just never get over it 'cause it's so COOL." The sixth year was VERY worked up and animated in her facial expressions as she spoke, but her nail-painting continued on uninterrupted. "Like you WORKED for them, that's like - you're pretty famous, aren't you, professor? What with your Astronomer Royal accomplishments and-- Merlin, I hope the other students actually REALIZE that you're, like, a LEGITIMATE professor, not just some mediocre professor Truebridge hired on a whim 'cause she needed to fill the vacancy. Not that any of the professors are necessarily bad, but y'know? Sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures, I've noticed, and there are like... different calibers of professors. You fall into the super genius category, probably right up there with Professor Culloden 'n his extensive potions knowledge and Professor Botros in HIS knowing everything about pretty much everything. D'you think your other students realize it? How super brilliant and important to the world you are?" Sophie Brown was VERY serious and concern actually showed very clearly in the furrowing of her eyebrows. DID they know, or was he being taken for granted?!

Ugh. They very idea of him not being appreciated hurt.

She had to take a moment to catch her breath after her monologue, but her expression untwisted from its heated state back into one of delight at his offer to help her into a SPACE ACADEMY. "Could you really? Am I qualified? Would they really let me in?" BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE WAY TOO COOL.

As for her anxieties about his lack of punishing her... the man was laughing, which seemed like a good thing, UNTIL he started talking. His words sounded harsh, almost a little unnerving, and kind of scary, too - she tried to hide how deflated he'd just made her, but she couldn't do anything about the hint of redness that now tinted her cheeks and the tips of her ears. But she forced laughter and offered a simple shrug at his final words, words that seemed more threatening than anything, "I'm not complaining at all, professor." More nervous laughter, and she tried to sound playful as she went on, "You TOTALLY just turned my thanks for you showing me grace into, like, some scary, ominous thing--" more laughter, but then her expression turned earnest, "I mean, I totally respect all your decisions, and I never mean to upset you or inconvenience you. Anytime I've ever picked on you, like with the star thing, it's 'cause you're one of my favorite people here. I wouldn't waste my time on antagonizing someone for malicious purposes, y'know? I give y'that kinda attention 'cause I think it's fun and I know you've got a good sense of humor and..."

She scratched at her eyebrow, letting her eyes meet his gaze for the first time in her ramblings before working on the last unpainted nail of his pinky finger, "And we were actually trying to cheer you up in our own way 'n distract you from the things that were plaguing you, 'cause we could tell you were having a hard time. Like, surprise, there's glow in the dark stars on your ceiling! How cute, how fun-- we used the ones I bought at the space centre when we went. We saw it as harmless, and, like, it was more like an ODE to you than something cruel to ruin your life, y'know what I mean?"

Stop talking, Sophie Brown.

She finished her mighty fine paint job of his nails and recapped bottle of nail polish, beads of nervous sweat threatening to form on her forehead as she tried to best rectify the situation, her gaze not leaving the man's hands even though she was finished now. "I don't wanna keep the streak of misbehaving prefects from last term going. I can't do detention. I was lucky to get this badge at all, and I don't wanna mess it up... but I also don't wanna be a goody-two-shoes, y'know? I wanna be me and have fun and play harmless pranks and live LIFE. There's like, these cold hard lines of rules and lines you're not supposed to cross or whatever, and I think it's mega fun to toe that line. Push the limit a little, be smart 'n savvy at attempts to bend the rules a little, so not completely break the rules, but also like... kinda make 'em my own... I mean... you know?"

DID he know? She didn't even know. She had no idea what kind of student he'd been, but based upon the way he appreciated order and organization and things being spick-and-span in the classroom setting... sigh. He was probably one of those nerdy, goody-two-shoes, wasn't he? Was he going to reprimand her right here and now for admitting to not being one THOUSAND percent willing to follow the rules? Ugh. This conversation was the worst. She quit.

08-04-2015, 11:59 PM	#28 (permalink)
feeheeheeny Mod Babysitter Dwarf Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: #8000FF Posts: 35,306 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Mia" Adair Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Leigh Upstead Hufflepuff Fifth Year x11	be curious, not judgmental Text Cut: RAHHHHHHH Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie 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." "No, I didn't mean that it was like... a SURPRISE to me, I'll just never get over it 'cause it's so COOL." The sixth year was VERY worked up and animated in her facial expressions as she spoke, but her nail-painting continued on uninterrupted. "Like you WORKED for them, that's like - you're pretty famous, aren't you, professor? What with your Astronomer Royal accomplishments and-- Merlin, I hope the other students actually REALIZE that you're, like, a LEGITIMATE professor, not just some mediocre professor Truebridge hired on a whim 'cause she needed to fill the vacancy. Not that any of the professors are necessarily bad, but y'know? Sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures, I've noticed, and there are like... different calibers of professors. You fall into the super genius category, probably right up there with Professor Culloden 'n his extensive potions knowledge and Professor Botros in HIS knowing everything about pretty much everything. D'you think your other students realize it? How super brilliant and important to the world you are?" Sophie Brown was VERY serious and concern actually showed very clearly in the furrowing of her eyebrows. DID they know, or was he being taken for granted?! Ugh. They very idea of him not being appreciated hurt. She had to take a moment to catch her breath after her monologue, but her expression untwisted from its heated state back into one of delight at his offer to help her into a SPACE ACADEMY. "Could you really? Am I qualified? Would they really let me in?" BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE WAY TOO COOL. As for her anxieties about his lack of punishing her... the man was laughing, which seemed like a good thing, UNTIL he started talking. His words sounded harsh, almost a little unnerving, and kind of scary, too - she tried to hide how deflated he'd just made her, but she couldn't do anything about the hint of redness that now tinted her cheeks and the tips of her ears. But she forced laughter and offered a simple shrug at his final words, words that seemed more threatening than anything, "I'm not complaining at all, professor." More nervous laughter, and she tried to sound playful as she went on, "You TOTALLY just turned my thanks for you showing me grace into, like, some scary, ominous thing--" more laughter, but then her expression turned earnest, "I mean, I totally respect all your decisions, and I never mean to upset you or inconvenience you. Anytime I've ever picked on you, like with the star thing, it's 'cause you're one of my favorite people here. I wouldn't waste my time on antagonizing someone for malicious purposes, y'know? I give y'that kinda attention 'cause I think it's fun and I know you've got a good sense of humor and..." She scratched at her eyebrow, letting her eyes meet his gaze for the first time in her ramblings before working on the last unpainted nail of his pinky finger, "And we were actually trying to cheer you up in our own way 'n distract you from the things that were plaguing you, 'cause we could tell you were having a hard time. Like, surprise, there's glow in the dark stars on your ceiling! How cute, how fun-- we used the ones I bought at the space centre when we went. We saw it as harmless, and, like, it was more like an ODE to you than something cruel to ruin your life, y'know what I mean?" Stop talking, Sophie Brown. She finished her mighty fine paint job of his nails and recapped bottle of nail polish, beads of nervous sweat threatening to form on her forehead as she tried to best rectify the situation, her gaze not leaving the man's hands even though she was finished now. "I don't wanna keep the streak of misbehaving prefects from last term going. I can't do detention. I was lucky to get this badge at all, and I don't wanna mess it up... but I also don't wanna be a goody-two-shoes, y'know? I wanna be me and have fun and play harmless pranks and live LIFE. There's like, these cold hard lines of rules and lines you're not supposed to cross or whatever, and I think it's mega fun to toe that line. Push the limit a little, be smart 'n savvy at attempts to bend the rules a little, so not completely break the rules, but also like... kinda make 'em my own... I mean... you know?" DID he know? She didn't even know. She had no idea what kind of student he'd been, but based upon the way he appreciated order and organization and things being spick-and-span in the classroom setting... sigh. He was probably one of those nerdy, goody-two-shoes, wasn't he? Was he going to reprimand her right here and now for admitting to not being one THOUSAND percent willing to follow the rules? Ugh. This conversation was the worst. She quit. __________________