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sweetpinkpixie · 01-02-2016, 05:55 AM

Not late but arriving precisely when he meant to, Airey ascended the steps of the dais with his arms full and his heart heavy. Never had he imagined that he would return to Hogwarts upon graduating let alone instruct here for a decade, and yet here he was. About to begin that decade and feeling like the man. Of course, such confidence was primarily projected on the outside. It was hard NOT to feel confident when one was wearing a freshly pressed suit fresh from the magical world that was the muggle dry cleaners. Because on the inside, well, the man was basically a giant pile of francium. External forces, meaning those outside of these castle walls, being what they were. There was A LOT on the astronomer's mind this evening.

Still, this WAS the start of term feast and it was a time of celebration. Therefore...

"Live long and prosper," he announced, balancing all of his goodies in one arm so that he could give his colleague a proper Vulcan salute. Those who were returning ought to be familiar enough with this not to give him weird looks ~~again~~, but the new folks...well...welcome to a crash course in Flamsteed.

And before he made his way down to his seat, he had a few matters to take care of. The first being, perhaps, the most difficult and yet not difficult at all.

"Meri-berry!" he greeted as he moved Pebbles aside so he could present his colleague with yet another poorly wrapped gift. This time the bow looked a little more presentable...it you squinted and looked at it sideways.

A sideways glance brought his attention to Paul.

What in the name of Orion...

"House elves not finish your laundry on time?" he asked with genuine concern. THIS was precisely why Airey did NOT let them touch his suits. Clearing his throat, Airey side stepped his way towards the man and offered the Herbology professor his own poorly wrapped gift of yellow tissue paper. For congratulatory purposes, like Meri-berry.

Glancing down the table further brought his attention towards one of the new hires aaaaaaaaaall the way down there. Airey offered the woman, Nana, a quick salute as his attention turned to the fellow who had just sat down beside Paul. "Live long and prosper," he offered the man, since he had missed his general one towards the rest of the staff table. One of the fellows who had been assigned train duties today, yes? Hopefully so or else the Gryffindor Head of House's next question would be a rather foolish one. "Trust the journey here was a pleasant one?" As in...did his new set of prefects behave themselves? No worries for him on having badges stripped with this pairing? Speaking of Gryffindor, his blue eyes did look out over at the table as an, er, precaution. So far so good...which meant he needed to go over the words he had prepared for the evening.

Novelty mugs delivered - some for new staff forgotten in his office during a brief moment of panic upon receiving an owl regarding the whereabouts of Miss Summers - Airey sauntered over towards his own seat and offered some more Vulcan salutes to Professor Not Sabel and Charms professor. "Excuse me for just a moment," he said, pulling from his enchanted breast pocket a gift for the new Care of Magical Creatures Professor topped with a red bow. He had actually purchased it last year, but seeing as the spot had been filled by a centaur, well, it had not seemed the appropriate sort of gift. "Now that that is settled," he grinned, looking mighty pleased with himself for placing a lint roller right smack in the middle of the plate, he turned towards the new gentleman. "Airey Flamsteed, Professor of Astronomy," he re-introduced himself. Or introduced. He had been a bit, er, scatter brained today to recall if he had delivered a proper greeting to the two or not.

He also offered Tiara a small salute after glancing over his shoulder...and had his ear flush just a little as he addressed her. "Good evening, Tiara, I was wondering if...well...since...you know...Pebbles has become quite accustomed to having her own seat at the feast..."

Catch his drift?

01-02-2016, 05:55 AM	#12 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,999 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth 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 Not late but arriving precisely when he meant to, Airey ascended the steps of the dais with his arms full and his heart heavy. Never had he imagined that he would return to Hogwarts upon graduating let alone instruct here for a decade, and yet here he was. About to begin that decade and feeling like the man. Of course, such confidence was primarily projected on the outside. It was hard NOT to feel confident when one was wearing a freshly pressed suit fresh from the magical world that was the muggle dry cleaners. Because on the inside, well, the man was basically a giant pile of francium. External forces, meaning those outside of these castle walls, being what they were. There was A LOT on the astronomer's mind this evening. Still, this WAS the start of term feast and it was a time of celebration. Therefore... "Live long and prosper," he announced, balancing all of his goodies in one arm so that he could give his colleague a proper Vulcan salute. Those who were returning ought to be familiar enough with this not to give him weird looks ~~again~~, but the new folks...well...welcome to a crash course in Flamsteed. And before he made his way down to his seat, he had a few matters to take care of. The first being, perhaps, the most difficult and yet not difficult at all. "Meri-berry!" he greeted as he moved Pebbles aside so he could present his colleague with yet another poorly wrapped gift. This time the bow looked a little more presentable...it you squinted and looked at it sideways. A sideways glance brought his attention to Paul. What in the name of Orion... "House elves not finish your laundry on time?" he asked with genuine concern. THIS was precisely why Airey did NOT let them touch his suits. Clearing his throat, Airey side stepped his way towards the man and offered the Herbology professor his own poorly wrapped gift of yellow tissue paper. For congratulatory purposes, like Meri-berry. Glancing down the table further brought his attention towards one of the new hires aaaaaaaaaall the way down there. Airey offered the woman, Nana, a quick salute as his attention turned to the fellow who had just sat down beside Paul. "Live long and prosper," he offered the man, since he had missed his general one towards the rest of the staff table. One of the fellows who had been assigned train duties today, yes? Hopefully so or else the Gryffindor Head of House's next question would be a rather foolish one. "Trust the journey here was a pleasant one?" As in...did his new set of prefects behave themselves? No worries for him on having badges stripped with this pairing? Speaking of Gryffindor, his blue eyes did look out over at the table as an, er, precaution. So far so good...which meant he needed to go over the words he had prepared for the evening. Novelty mugs delivered - some for new staff forgotten in his office during a brief moment of panic upon receiving an owl regarding the whereabouts of Miss Summers - Airey sauntered over towards his own seat and offered some more Vulcan salutes to Professor Not Sabel and Charms professor. "Excuse me for just a moment," he said, pulling from his enchanted breast pocket a gift for the new Care of Magical Creatures Professor topped with a red bow. He had actually purchased it last year, but seeing as the spot had been filled by a centaur, well, it had not seemed the appropriate sort of gift. "Now that that is settled," he grinned, looking mighty pleased with himself for placing a lint roller right smack in the middle of the plate, he turned towards the new gentleman. "Airey Flamsteed, Professor of Astronomy," he re-introduced himself. Or introduced. He had been a bit, er, scatter brained today to recall if he had delivered a proper greeting to the two or not. He also offered Tiara a small salute after glancing over his shoulder...and had his ear flush just a little as he addressed her. "Good evening, Tiara, I was wondering if...well...since...you know...Pebbles has become quite accustomed to having her own seat at the feast..." Catch his drift? __________________ 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