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SPOILER!!: Janelle Quote:
Originally Posted by Daydreamer11 
Zeke seemed amused that Janelle had had her mini-breakdown. How was she ever going to break the automatic connection between Flamsteed and Zeke's performance? Maybe........if she worked on it all summer, she could de-program herself.
Annnnnd Zeke's cover story was.......the truth. "Yeah, the truth's always good.......I guess. Maybe he'll be flattered that you chose him to portray. And my laughing will mean you did a good job.". Yes, maybe that was the story she'd go with if the unthinkable ever occurred.
And then........Flamsteed happened. Before Janelle's brain could register anything, he was on the table........with Pebbles. "Oh Sweet Merlin!". Her nightmare had come true. The Admiral had landed or docked or whatever it was that Admirals did. Janelle gave Zeke the side eye and caught his glance. That did it. She looked away and started taking deep breaths. Control. Will not laugh. Will......not......laugh. Don't look up. Don't look sideways, just breathe. It was not working and Janelle felt herself losing the battle. She took a deep breath and held it, fist balled with fingernails digging into her palm.
The problem with holding your breath was, at some point you had to let it go. That point came when Zeke said, "Live long and prosper". At that, the dam broke. Janelle began to laugh. The can't catch your breath, tears coming from you eyes kind of laugh. She looked at Flamsteed then at Zeke and laughed even harder. Gasping for air, she said to Zeke, "You.......did..........this" At least she wasn't sad anymore and hopefully Flamsteed had a sense of humor 'cause this probably wouldn't be over for a while.
Honesty was the best policy, right? And he knew that the best covers were the ones you knew... like, making things up tended to become holey, and before you new it, all logic was lost and you were in deep do-do. But somehow he didn't think Flamsteed would be flattered, or maybe he would be. The man was too complex. He was the most unusual mix of strict rule enforcer and spontaneous child. Would his rendition of the Professor be taken as a tribute, or a mockery? Personally, even he was leaning more toward mockery - not that he didn't respect his Head of House - he DID, most of the time. The pet rock thing was a point in favour of the man being a lunatic though, so, QUESTIONABLE.
Nevertheless, his eyes remained glued to Janelle.
She. Was. Losing. It.... and he would soon follow if he didn't do anything.
Zeke attempted to soothe her with gentle shushing, an arm moving around the Ravenclaw's shoulders as his other hand hand attempted to stifle her laughing after she'd gone and blamed him out loud.
YES. HE. DID. THIS....
"No need to give it away!" he said to her in a low voice before loosening his hold on her. Would she be okay now? Probably not... and he most certainly wasn't any better off, a laugh still threatening to escape his lips.
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Circe.
Sabel.
SPOILER!!: PROFESSOR Dakest Quote:
Originally Posted by Tazenhani Truth be told, he wasn't sure what stop he wanted to make first. It was perhaps habit that took him in the direction of the Gryffindor table. Made sense after all. He'd spent the main portion of his teenage years at that table, and he doubted he would see it again after tonight.
So, he ambled his way over to it, greeting a few students on passing and slowing as he came up to the benches. There was a Flamsteed on the table. Which was very interesting, and not entirely unusual. The man never failed to give a good speech, or display of dramatics. At least it livened the place up a bit, chased out some of those lingering emotions.
Catching sight of one of the students he was particularly interested in addressing, Sabel moved up behind Emily's son and was very tempted to use his head as an arm rest. It was just about the right height and.......
Instead he chose the boring route and clapped the boy on the shoulder. "Keep your nose clean, will you Browne?"
Janelle got a warm smile and well, Zander over there? He got the same grin that Sabel had given him back in the office, though slightly more subdued. Perhaps he would go congratulate the kid on graduating and winning the challenges too. The clap on his shoulder was definitely a sign that someone was behind them, but thankfully it wasn't Flamsteed, no, Flamsteed was in sight - perhaps the safest place for him to be, all things considered. Turning his head slightly, Sabel's request had him smirking harder than he already was. There was SO MUCH he could say to that. Didn't he know?!
"You think I won't?" he replied, settling with questioning the idea instead of playing around with the man's word choice. Honestly, he could keep his nose clean all he liked, but it didn't mean he'd be keeping his fingers out of the cookie jar or his toes out of the water. Where there was fun to be had, he would have it .... which reminded him. "Have you spoken to mum? Told her that you're helping me out this summer?" He DID say he'd help.. he hadn't forgotten, right?
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