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feeheeheeny · 01-04-2016, 03:54 AM

Ah. Yes. Well. That was not entirely over-the-top or anything. Totally normal rage there, that was, and Callum did not hesitate in his attempts to devour as much of his stash of slightly soggy rolls as he could as his apparent Head of House reprimanded them. He did watch the professor's face curiously, though, and admired the vein bulging in his neck. Callum had come to Hogwarts knowing of this man, Professor Flamsteed, who would be teaching the subject he was most looking forward to, and he could not help but wonder if he was this sour in classes, too. The eleven-year-old did not want his favorite subject ruined for him, so he sorely hoped this was not the case.

The more he scolded, the more Callum tried to hastily devour the rolls he was concealing in his robes. He had made the mistake of not taking advantage of the sweets on the train and he was ravenously hungry, and soon enough the realization dawned upon him that while the others could use magic to clean, he could not. He knew the spells, certainly, but he had never used a wand before and could not perform the spellwork itself. That meant he would have to resort to doing everything by hand, which was undesirable in the first place, but all the more unfair considering that he had not done a single thing wrong.

It was not until the man thrust a rock into the air and affectionately called it "Pebbles" that Callum faltered in his attempts to salvage the rolls, and his brows furrowed in thought. The man was carrying around a rock. And the rock had... a face and looked like... a proper pet rock. That was unexpected, and Callum blinked a few times in quick succession in his confusion before his face lit up in a smile.

Even though the man was still yelling and taking points away from them, Callum was suddenly alert and full of life, and he took the remaining roll from under his robes and shoved the entire thing in his mouth with delight. There was slight bouncing on the bench as Flamsteed finished up his shouting, and the moment he ordered them to get to work, Callum had bounced from his bench and moved over toward the professor with urgency, struggling to devour the whole roll and choking briefly on the journey over, but he was fine. He swallowed the remaining bit as he neared the professor's side, his bright blue eyes eager and gentle. "Sir? I-- I will help, but I could not help but see your..." his eyes drifted toward the rock in the man's hand, "Pebbles."

The boy smiled, digging deep into his left robe pocket and pulled out three rocks, plus one that came from his right pocket on its own to keep it safer. "I collect rocks. These are my lucky ones. Those two there are black opals - I think the one there kind of looks like it has an image of a dragon breathing fire and the other looks a bit like a nebula if you look at them just right - and then I carry around amethyst and bornite, too. The bornite is my favorite one." It was not hard to see why. The colors were astounding, were they not?

The smile only broadened as he went on, and then came the first indication that Callum Kettleburn knew this was the wrong time to be discussing such things. "Can we talk rocks and geology and planetary science together some time, sir?" Could they? Please?

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feeheeheeny Mod Babysitter DMT Dwarf Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: #8000FF Posts: 35,305 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Mia" Adair Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Leigh Upstead Hufflepuff Fifth Year x11	be curious, not judgmental Ah. Yes. Well. That was not entirely over-the-top or anything. Totally normal rage there, that was, and Callum did not hesitate in his attempts to devour as much of his stash of slightly soggy rolls as he could as his apparent Head of House reprimanded them. He did watch the professor's face curiously, though, and admired the vein bulging in his neck. Callum had come to Hogwarts knowing of this man, Professor Flamsteed, who would be teaching the subject he was most looking forward to, and he could not help but wonder if he was this sour in classes, too. The eleven-year-old did not want his favorite subject ruined for him, so he sorely hoped this was not the case. The more he scolded, the more Callum tried to hastily devour the rolls he was concealing in his robes. He had made the mistake of not taking advantage of the sweets on the train and he was ravenously hungry, and soon enough the realization dawned upon him that while the others could use magic to clean, he could not. He knew the spells, certainly, but he had never used a wand before and could not perform the spellwork itself. That meant he would have to resort to doing everything by hand, which was undesirable in the first place, but all the more unfair considering that he had not done a single thing wrong. It was not until the man thrust a rock into the air and affectionately called it "Pebbles" that Callum faltered in his attempts to salvage the rolls, and his brows furrowed in thought. The man was carrying around a rock. And the rock had... a face and looked like... a proper pet rock. That was unexpected, and Callum blinked a few times in quick succession in his confusion before his face lit up in a smile. Even though the man was still yelling and taking points away from them, Callum was suddenly alert and full of life, and he took the remaining roll from under his robes and shoved the entire thing in his mouth with delight. There was slight bouncing on the bench as Flamsteed finished up his shouting, and the moment he ordered them to get to work, Callum had bounced from his bench and moved over toward the professor with urgency, struggling to devour the whole roll and choking briefly on the journey over, but he was fine. He swallowed the remaining bit as he neared the professor's side, his bright blue eyes eager and gentle. "*Sir? I-- I will* help, but I could not help but see your..." his eyes drifted toward the rock in the man's hand, "Pebbles." The boy smiled, digging deep into his left robe pocket and pulled out three rocks, plus one that came from his right pocket on its own to keep it safer. "I collect rocks. These are my lucky ones. Those two there are black opals - I think the one there kind of looks like it has an image of a dragon breathing fire and the other looks a bit like a nebula if you look at them just right - and then I carry around amethyst and bornite, too. The bornite is my favorite one." It was not hard to see why. The colors were astounding, were they not? The smile only broadened as he went on, and then came the first indication that Callum Kettleburn knew this was the wrong time to be discussing such things. "Can we talk rocks and geology and planetary science together some time, sir?**" Could they? Please? __________________