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sweetpinkpixie · 09-05-2015, 09:58 AM

Airey Leighton Flamsteed was a cheater. Although he would prefer to describe it as seeking a more efficient use of his time rather than cheating.

Having known from his inspection of the common room from earlier in the day that the Fat Lady was expecting a willing audience, the Head of House had opted to take the secret passage up from the bathroom on the sixth floor and arrive in the common room by way of the reading room THEREFORE bypassing all serenading and Gryffindor obligations to join in on the song.

Do as he says, not as he does, Gryffindors. Ahem.

Upon hearing the voices of students coming through the portrait, particularly that one belonging to a certain Head Boy, the astronomer burst through the curtains covering the entrance to the reading room still wearing his razzle dazzle suit from the feast.

"LIVE LONG AND PROSPER, GRYFFINDORS!" he roared with accompanying salute. And now he was going just go uuuuuuuh taste test those marshmallows. Again.

Ahem.

"Evening, Miss Richards," he greeted the fourth year as he made his way towards the fireplace. Throwing quick wink towards Mr. Adair - who he would let relax and stew in his anxiety over impending speechdom for a bit more - he waved his free hand at one of the first years. "Welcome to Gryffindor, Miss Summers."

Pebbles clutched in his left hand, the Astronomy professor did a double take as he passed by Mr. McWitty as lingering smells from the feast filled his nostrils. Perhaps the second year was a messy eater? Ought to invest in a bib or something. Or at least a well placed Cleaning Charm.

And then he became distracted by the body language of Mr. Atreyu. Bit early in the term for teenage angst, wasn't it? And while the last thing the gangly man wanted to do was tell student how they should be feeling, it was disconcerting seeing the young man that way. Even more so that he, Airey, was rubbish at any sort of talks involving pure emotions. "You're welcome to join me in the festive roasting of some marshmallows," he called over to the young man.

09-05-2015, 09:58 AM	#7 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,803 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	ALL YOU <3 hello hello hiiiiiiiiiiiii astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Airey Leighton Flamsteed was a cheater. Although he would prefer to describe it as seeking a more efficient use of his time rather than cheating. Having known from his inspection of the common room from earlier in the day that the Fat Lady was expecting a willing audience, the Head of House had opted to take the secret passage up from the bathroom on the sixth floor and arrive in the common room by way of the reading room THEREFORE bypassing all serenading and Gryffindor obligations to join in on the song. Do as he says, not as he does, Gryffindors. Ahem. Upon hearing the voices of students coming through the portrait, particularly that one belonging to a certain Head Boy, the astronomer burst through the curtains covering the entrance to the reading room still wearing his razzle dazzle suit from the feast. "LIVE LONG AND PROSPER, GRYFFINDORS!" he roared with accompanying salute. And now he was going just go uuuuuuuh taste test those marshmallows. Again. Ahem. "*Evening, Miss Richards," he greeted the fourth year as he made his way towards the fireplace. Throwing quick wink towards Mr. Adair - who he would let relax and stew in his anxiety over impending speechdom for a bit more - he waved his free hand at one of the first years. "Welcome to Gryffindor, Miss Summers." Pebbles clutched in his left hand, the Astronomy professor did a double take as he passed by Mr. McWitty* as lingering smells from the feast filled his nostrils. Perhaps the second year was a messy eater? Ought to invest in a bib or something. Or at least a well placed Cleaning Charm. And then he became distracted by the body language of Mr. Atreyu. Bit early in the term for teenage angst, wasn't it? And while the last thing the gangly man wanted to do was tell student how they should be feeling, it was disconcerting seeing the young man that way. Even more so that he, Airey, was rubbish at any sort of talks involving pure emotions. "You're welcome to join me in the festive roasting of some marshmallows," he called over to the young man. __________________ 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