Text Cut: All the Flammy
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sweetpinkpixie 
Squirming in his seat - because women with a TONE were terrifying, even without flaming red hair - his blue eyes flickered towards the unoccupied Ancient Runes seat and then back to Tiara. "It was..." he began, ears noticeably turning a vibrant shade of red. "...stellar." Sweet solstice, was it hot in here? Clearing his throat and adjusting his tie just a smidgen, not that it NEEDED to be adjusted but he really needed something to occupy his hands right now, his vision refocused and he offered further explanation. "I had some business with Mr. Prince over the summer at the Royal Observatory. Bit disciplinary issue from the field trip I took my class on last term. So between that and coordinating the summer Space Camp at the National Space Centre, it was quite busy."
Just the way he preferred things. Being idle gave the man anxiety.
AND THEN THERE WAS CONTACT ON HIS SHOULDER!?
Snapping his head around, Airey gave Justin a proper stink eye. Don't. Touch. The. Suit. Dude. "Quite," he replied through a tight lip smile.
Watching as the Groundskeeper moved far away from his freshly pressed suit, he turned his attention back to Tiara and this, er, seat discussion. "Well, you see, there is aaah...that perfectly fine seat there next to you. Rather inviting really..."
...
Looking back to Tiara again - because seat switcheroo? - his nose reacted before anything else could. The stench...which made the detention he had given Mr. Gunter after he had thrown up on the professor's shoes...was beyond awful and was making his eyes water. But that wasn't the worst of it. Oh no.
...
And Tiara? NOT APPRECIATED. WELL AWARE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. OR NO THANK YOU.
"SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUIT!" he roared in anguish, baring his teeth and gripping his hands so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. "SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUIT!"
And then, because he had completely forgotten that his lungs required oxygen to function properly the past minute or so, the Astronomy professor became increasingly lightheaded and keeled over backwards as his vision went all white first, then the putrid color of the contamination on his suit and then fade to black.
Lights out, Flamsteed.
Twitchy. That was how she would describe this man. His eyes kept roaming all over the place, but mostly right past her, though that seat was empty. She avoided rolling her around to look for herself. "
Well, you certainly had a much more professionally productive holiday than I did, Airey! Though I think I am refreshed and ready to go for a new year more than I normally am, which is something." But she still felt a bit guilty for her lack doing.. almost anything.
Oh! The empty chair! That's what he had been referencing. "
Yes, that seat is empty again. Quite unfortunate, really. I rather enjoyed having company on both sides," she said, though it had been two years now. "
I am very grateful to be seated right next to you on my other side, then. Otherwise I'd be left all alone with my somewhat troubled thoughts." No, she really wasn't picking up on it.
And then of course Airey had to go and be all... himself. "
WHY am I getting death glares for trying to HELP you, Airey? Calm down and relax!" she said, still trying to siphon off the extra smell.
Well, he had to go and take her literally.
And faint.
Next thing she knew,
Leobald was on the scene, and he was closely followed by
Cecelia. Though it seemed as if the Healer were not there willingly, which seemed ridiculous. But a noise out in the Hall caught her attention, and suddenly Tiara understood the delay. Mass chaos was breaking out all around. But fortunately, at least one crisis seemed to be averted. Flamsteed was awake.
Text Cut: Even MOAR Flammy
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sweetpinkpixie "GAAAAAAAAAH!" he roared, slapping away at whatever it was that was filling his nostrils with that foul odor. Things started coming into focus, although the dull throbbing coming from his head was making this a little more difficult to achieve, but the man just found himself confused. Why was he lying down? Who was....oh...HELLO ...er...Cece...
Averting his eyes, ears turning another shade of red, all the sounds of the Great Hall began filling his ears - including a certain battle cry coming from. "Sir Nicholas?"
Sitting up, Airey held his head in his hands for a moment until bits of food here and there found there way to his side of the floor. OH LOOK, PEBBLES! Gleefully scooping her up, Airey became a bit woozy again at the sudden movement but eventually looked out to the Great Hall.
HAD HE KNOCKED HIS HEAD AND TIME TRAVELED?!
Looking down at himself, he found temporary relief in that he was NOT in fact wearing a pirate costume...but soon was rigid again at seeing the SPOT on his suit from that WOMAN who was not apparently on staff. AND NOW HIS SUIT WAS WET TOO!
Crawling to his knees, Airey attempted to stand up and only managed to knock his head on the under side of the table. Cursing and muttering under his breath, his eyes dilated as he looked out to the Great Hall again and saw Mr. Bellaire throw food TOWARDS THE STAFF TABLE. Not to mention all the students on tables, under tables, throwing this and that, crying, and MERLIN knew what else.
HE HAD BEEN THROUGH THIS ONCE BEFORE! EVEN IF HE HADN'T REMEMBERED IT! AND WOKEN UP LOCKED IN A CLOSE! NEVER AGAIN!
Throwing Meri-berry a wild look, he searched his enchanted breast pocket for his wand and thrust it upwards towards the ceiling of the Great Hall. "UMBRELLAS UP, PROFESSORS!" he instructed, giving very little warning before a jolt of blue light shot out of his wand and towards the enchanted ceiling.
It took a few moments, but soon the clear starry sky displayed clouded over with thick black clouds. Crashing together, tiny jolts of lightning shot from the ceiling (but coming NO WHERE near any students) and the rumble of enchanted thunder seeming caused the Great Hall to shake. And then...came the rain. The steady unpleasant fall of cold rain upon the entire Great Hall.
Then things began to happen faster than she could keep track of. Airey was awake, but muttering something about Sir Nick (who wasn't even here - can you say concussion?). Next a student was actually throwing food AT THE STAFF, which was surely grounds for all sorts of detention. And finally, Airey was on his feet yelling something about umbrellas.
It was official. Flamsteed had lost what few marbles he had left.
Or so she thought until she realized it was about to pour in the Great Hall. Somehow she had misplaced her wand in all the hubbub with Airey, and the first drops had begun to hit her head before she found it. "
Protego!" she shouted, directing her shield over her head.
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TakemetotheBurrow As far as she was concerned, the feast was over. It was time to get this place under control so they could get out of here.
"The rest of you, please feel free to go and get dried off. I'm sure the house elves wouldn't mind bringing some food back to your offices, if you ask it."
No need to tell her twice. Normally she would stay and assist but.. she was wet, there was a hag, she was covered in said hag's perfume, and food fight. So. She was outta here.