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Trust him, Old Man River Headmaster Sir, the suit was not by choice. "I'll be sure to relay the message to my..." he grumbled, eyes widening as he got to the whole labeling portion of that relationship again. A topic of conversation they tended to avoid for one reason or another and now had the astronomer tongue-tied once again. "...I mean Medea. Her doing."
But he could be calm about it. Sort of. If only to keep up an at least moderate level of sanity in front of his new colleagues.
Resisting the urge to compliment Leobald on his receding hairline, the Astronomy professor scrunched his nose, causing his eyes to become nothing more than squishy slits, and nodded his head in sarcastic appreciation.
And then Cecelia happened, sort of. He had expected more spit fire in her commentary and was actually a little disappointed. "Saying you would prefer black sequins then?" he asked, lifting up his jacked to reveal the sparkly lining. Medea was very thorough. Very. "Or perhaps we could transfigure your silverware into a pair of sophisticated sunglasses for you?"
He had the peeeeeeeeeerfect visual too. So go ahead, enable him. Go on. We dare you.
Or maybe the new Groundskeeper was doing all the enabling he needed? Airey was willing to take that cue. "That would be me," he nodded with a sheepish salute towards the man. "Sunglasses? I was just about to offer a freshly transfigured pair to Cecelia here to help with that eye strain."
Speaking of the Healer. Turning back to her briefly, he gave a small nod towards the new Herbology bloke. "Might want to give him a check up. Fellow was complaining about spots. Sounds like he is bringing a plaque of dragon pox to the school."
That was in your memory, Maddox. Miss you homeslice.
Candy Cauldron's arrival earned the man a small salute before the vein in his forehead began pulsating more than it should. IT WAS NOT A NICE SUIT! IT HAD BEEN TAMPERED WITH! Muttering his thanks, and that pesky vein in his forehead beginning to pulsate more than it should, the gangly man found Sabel's greeting rather refreshing and the little glimmer in his eyes indicated as much. Not only had the man greeted the Astronomy professor, but Pebbles as well.
"Evening, Sabel." He knew he had always liked the man.
Just ignore the toddler-esque internal tantrum he had thrown last term over it not being a certain raven haired professor gracing that particular seat. Change, and moving forward with those changes, did not always come easily to the man. Which was why he chose that very moment to look longingly at the still vacant Charms seat.
Woah.
Woah WOAH WOAH!
THERE WERE ARMS! ARMS AROUND HIS PERSON! ARMS AROUND HIS SUIT. BREACH BREACH THERE WAS A HULL BREACH! Or almost one.
Eeeeeeeeeeeer...
Anyway.
Body tensing and blue eyes bulging like one of those muggle novelty toys - the ones where you squeeze them and there eyes pop out of their heads and squeak - he somehow found the strength to move his eyes just enough to get visual confirmation on who was doing the hugging. But it wasn't JUST hugging. There was PATTING. BACK PATTING. HE HAD READ ABOUT THIS IN HIS BEHAVIORAL BOOKS! A person who gives you a pat on the back while they are hugging you is indicating that they are very uneasy or uncomfortable with what they're doing. The bigger the pat, the more discomfort they feel. WHICH WAS IRONIC SINCE HE COULD SAY WITH ABSOLUTELY CERTAINTY THAT IT WAS NOT THE HUGGER BUT THE HUGGEE THAT WAS FEELING UNEASY! AND THE HUGEE WAS INCAPACITATED AT THE MOMENT.
"I. Uh. You. Yes. Welcome," he mumbled upon release, the elderly man's words of friend and son registering just enough to turn the tips of the astronomer's ears an unnatural shade of red. Having been without a proper father figure for a good portion of his youth this was...uh...er...it was. "Live long and prosper," he muttered hurriedly along with the Vulcan salute before escaping dismissing himself a little bit further down the table.
Frazzled and bewildered, he would apologize later for the outburst that was about to occur.
"NOT AN EXPLOSION! SHE DEFILED IT! WITH DARK MAGIC!" he roared. Oh, hello. Were those crickets chirping just now? Ahem. Clearing his throat and forgetting Pebbles was in his hand, he smacked his forehead to knock some sense into himself. Which...one could argue he did. And had a lovely red lump to prove it. "I mean...my suits fell victim to a glitter curse. Of sorts. Should wear off in a day or two."
Ahem ahem.
Glitter explosions were the Dark arts of a different duo. A duo who, thanks to them, the man was still finding flecks of the blasted pink stuff in his sofa cushions.
"You're asking the wrong fellow about creature noises," he mused, eyes glancing down to the vacant Creatures seat now. A question that shall remain a mystery, it seemed.
He probably should really dismiss himself down towards his own seat now, yeah? Probably. Especially now with Professor Not Maddox arriving down on his end of the table - which was irrationally LONELY looking at the moment. She received a small salute before he turned back to Meri-berry. Kicked cruppy look was enough of an indication that he was sorry for the shouting, right?
Ahem.
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