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sweetpinkpixie · 09-06-2015, 12:42 AM

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

Sophie Brown was here on business.

And that business was to have her LAST FIRST VISIT OF A TERM WITH PROFESSOR FLAMSTEED.

She had some things to talk about, like space camp and Zander Adair and Tobes and she might have even had a present for him in the bag slung over her shoulder, too. But TIME WOULD ONLY TELL how this meeting would go, and Soph knocked on the professor's door with a weird, twisting feeling in her stomach as she did so.

As much as she was trying not to be all sentimental about last firsts, this one was threatening to give her emotions she didn't want to face. Not yet. She still had a whole term to get through.

She'd save the tears for the end.

Airey had been staring at the knitting needles on his desk for the good portion of an hour. He hadn't done much more than pick the up since the letter from Medea at the beginning of last term. But now, somehow, he had been feeling the urge in his fingers to start it up again.

Only he was constantly looking for an escape hatch to NOT do so.

Like a knock at the door!

"Oh thank Merlin," he muttered to himself as he gleefully skipped over to the door, needles still sitting on his desk.

"Ah, good day, Miss Brown," he greeted upon swinging open the door with a bit more umpth than usual. "Thank you for stopping by."

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Originally Posted by griffin

Carrying a plate of freshly baked cookies and two pet rocks being dragged behind her on leashes, Penelope approached the door to Professor Flamsteed's office. Her pet rock Luna was on a purple leash and the Grey Lady's pet rock had a blue leash. Penelope knocked on the office door. This term she was not going to let anything bad happen to her in astronomy. She was a mature fifth year now who was supposed to be a role model for younger students. No one was going to be there to make sure that she didn't die in a bubble. She would have to look out for the younger students the way that Jasmine had been there to save her when she was a first year. Penelope was actually looking forward to Professor Flamsteed's lessons this year. It was going to be a good term for her, maybe.

He smelled something. The undeniable scent of BAKED GOODS to be precise. There were a few students who knew about this weakness, or so he liked to believe that the number was small, so he was able to deduce who was waiting for him on the other side of the door before even opening it.

The aroma and the sound of rocks echoing throughout the corridor as they went thumping along.

Opening the door with a grin to rival that of the one belonging to the Cheshire Cat, he looked at the Ravenclaw and resisted the usual eager wiggly fingers that accompanied the presence of baked goods. "Hello there, Miss Wright."

Hellooooooooooooooooo.

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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	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Quote: Originally Posted by feeheeheeny Sophie Brown was here on business. And that business was to have her LAST FIRST VISIT OF A TERM WITH PROFESSOR FLAMSTEED. She had some things to talk about, like space camp and Zander Adair and Tobes and she might have even had a present for him in the bag slung over her shoulder, too. But TIME WOULD ONLY TELL how this meeting would go, and Soph knocked on the professor's door with a weird, twisting feeling in her stomach as she did so. As much as she was trying not to be all sentimental about last firsts, this one was threatening to give her emotions she didn't want to face. Not yet. She still had a whole term to get through. She'd save the tears for the end. Airey had been staring at the knitting needles on his desk for the good portion of an hour. He hadn't done much more than pick the up since the letter from Medea at the beginning of last term. But now, somehow, he had been feeling the urge in his fingers to start it up again. Only he was constantly looking for an escape hatch to NOT do so. Like a knock at the door! "Oh thank Merlin," he muttered to himself as he gleefully skipped over to the door, needles still sitting on his desk. "Ah, good day, Miss Brown," he greeted upon swinging open the door with a bit more umpth than usual. "Thank you for stopping by." Quote: Originally Posted by griffin Carrying a plate of freshly baked cookies and two pet rocks being dragged behind her on leashes, Penelope approached the door to Professor Flamsteed's office. Her pet rock Luna was on a purple leash and the Grey Lady's pet rock had a blue leash. Penelope knocked on the office door. This term she was not going to let anything bad happen to her in astronomy. She was a mature fifth year now who was supposed to be a role model for younger students. No one was going to be there to make sure that she didn't die in a bubble. She would have to look out for the younger students the way that Jasmine had been there to save her when she was a first year. Penelope was actually looking forward to Professor Flamsteed's lessons this year. It was going to be a good term for her, maybe. He smelled something. The undeniable scent of BAKED GOODS to be precise. There were a few students who knew about this weakness, or so he liked to believe that the number was small, so he was able to deduce who was waiting for him on the other side of the door before even opening it. The aroma and the sound of rocks echoing throughout the corridor as they went thumping along. Opening the door with a grin to rival that of the one belonging to the Cheshire Cat, he looked at the Ravenclaw and resisted the usual eager wiggly fingers that accompanied the presence of baked goods. "Hello there, Miss Wright." Hellooooooooooooooooo. __________________ 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