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sweetpinkpixie · 01-10-2016, 10:32 PM

SPOILER!!: Penelope!

All interesting information, although most of it not new to the astronomer's ears. Although he was torn between amused and impressed by the sense of entitlement that had come over Miss Wright. Sweet solstice how much she had grown from that crying first year in his lessons. It was moments like these that sometimes made this profession worth it.

Sometimes.

Other times, read right now, it was a big of a headache because the man was beginning to feel like all parties involved in this had made some poor decisions that had ultimately lead to this outcome. Although he had no doubts that the majority of that fell on the two Gryffindors involved. Never tickle a sleeping dragon? Try never getting on the wrong side of a Gryffindor!

"I see," he nodded after a few moments. This was all in line with what the two young men in question had shared with him at the end of the feast. Of course, both stories were not entirely the same and what was the honest to goodness truth would probably be something that the professor would never truly know - the whole situation was muddled with too much teenage angst by this point. "I assume you are familiar with Newton's Laws by now, Miss Wright," he continued. A rhetorical question, hence why he hardly paused to allow for any sort of response. "Specifically the one which states for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Now, one may argue that what transpired was a result of this law of motion." May argue, as incorrect as said argument may be. "Students being somewhere that is, technically, off limits to them as it is one of the earned perks of your position. This then prompted you both to act in accordance with what is expected of you and asked them to leave. Said request was then perceived as rude entitlement which then prompted the retaliation witnessed at the feast. Now, what Newton's Laws do not take into account is the variable of human choice and human emotion. I am by no means implying that you and Mr. Baines deserved what happened and I assure you that both boys are being dealt with accordingly, but I am reminding you that with that badge comes the responsibility of assisting Hogwarts faculty in keeping things in order and there will always be those who oppose that authority."

And he would know. He HAD been one of THOSE students during his time at Hogwarts.

"You can commit no mistake and still lose. That is not a weakness. That is life. You just have to do the best you can."

Had there been no mistakes committed by all parties involved? Surely not. And there had been no mention of the other prefects involved in the exchange between the Ravenclaw prefects and Mr. Moore and they had still been targets in the food fight. So where were they in this picture? Airey wasn't too sure it entirely mattered. Choices, however, certainly did.

"How you and Mr. Baines choose to carry yourselves after this incident will speak light years of your character, so focus on that rather than what has already passed."

Because all that was being taken care of. Thoroughly.

SPOILER!!: the easily enabled

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Just what Airey Flamsteed was doing, Daxton had no idea. But the door... the door was ajar, in the presence of Daxton, of all people. The professor knew of his record, and yet... the way into his office was clear. Daxton stood there for a good long moment, considering the open door, methodically going through every possible outcome of this situation. But it was a moment, he soon realised, that he was wasting, when what he had right here was an opportunity. Exactly what for was yet to be established.

So Daxton went inside, slipping through the just-open door and scanning the area. It was clean; too clean, too tidy. The kind of tidy which made it easy to search, but just as easy to notice anything out of place. A set-up more like Moxley's would have, in a way, been better even if more chaotic, though ultimately it would have been disappointing coming from Airey Flamsteed.

He was methodical about the search, fast, trying cabinets and drawers and the closet, even the tie cabinet, full of neckties that Daxton was eager to pick from and shove into his pocket. An obvious theft, but he was curious to see what would happen... not that it mattered, because everywhere was quite securely locked. Frustrating, but expected. Daxton cast a glance over at the large cage in the office, and the ferret alternating between scurrying around and watching him curiously (Daxton's eyes had been stinging since the moment he had walk into this office, and that creature was surely the reason why), and then he looked at the door. No Airey Flamsteed, but he had been gone for barely ninety seconds. Still, exactly what he was doing was un unknown variable, so he could be back at any second. Daxton was not as concerned by this as one might have expected.

He turned his attention to the research on the desk. No collector's cards or anything here - again unsurprising; such a high value item was sure to be locked away - but now that he was here, Daxton just wanted to take something. He rifled carefully through the papers, no doubt nudging from their original places as he scanned their contents, and eventually picked up an interesting looking book. It would be obvious, so very obvious, but that was exactly what he was going for. He took the book, hiding it half down the back of his school trousers, so his belt held it into place and his shirt covered it up.

That done, Daxton crossed purposefully to the cage with the ferret. He was still out of arm's reach when the urge to sneeze hit. The Ravenclaw blocked it with the crook of his elbow... then another... then another. He stood in front of the cage, trying his best to do the almost impossible and hold back any more. Allergies were ridiculous; the sooner Daxton could figure out how to brew the Antiallergen Potion without having to cast a spell to do so, the better.

When the first assault of sneezes appeared to have passed, Daxton reached down to pull his school shirt up and over his nose and mouth. He carefully pulled the ferret's cage open, listening closely for the sounds of approaching footsteps, ready to react at a millisecond's notice if need be.

Ah sweet sweet sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet release!

No longer at risk of leakage, Airey made his way comfortably back towards his office with a content look about his face. Although this look faded when he arrived in his seating area to find that Mr. Prince was gone and his office door still ajar.

"Mr. Prince?" he called, giving the room a look over before reached out for the handle on his own office's door. Huh, perhaps the Ravenclaw had changed his --- "OH, there you are," he greeted upon seeing the young man standing in from of Hershel's cage...covering his nose and mouth? Sweet solstice, had he neglected getting a house elf or two up here to handle the cleaning for too long again? "You're welcome to take him out, if you'd like," the astronomer offered, eyes carefully scanning his office for...well...the second year did have a bit of a track record and the professor was not daft. Although he would be lying if he said he had not had his hopes up that everything was precisely as he had left it.

But, regrettably, it was not. Although the man showed no indication of having noticed this fact.

Even if the selection Mr. Prince had made was a rather good one.

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Originally Posted by crimsonlion

Hope made her way to the sofa. Looking quizzically towards the professor. [B]"are you OK professor? You seem a little.. Idk... Jumpy?"

She grabbed a cup of tea thanking flamstead as she began to sip it. She was getting even more nervous because of the nervous energy coming off of Him.

"I'm trying to deal with alot right now, but I'm trying my best." she fidgetted with the cup. She was gonna spill her guts about everything.

"My cousin is missing and I'm so worried about her. And then starting school without her here is almost unbearable. I know she wants me to do good here so I'm trying to do my studies. I've also made friends, so they keep me occupied. "

Jumpy? Him? Hahahaha....

....accurate.

"Not at all, Miss Summers," he lied with a dismissive wave of the hand. Nothing to see here. Nothing at all. Ahem.

"Yes..." he nodded gently. "I want to you know, Miss Summers, that Hogwarts faculty are here to assist you in whatever capacity you may need during this time..."

Merlin he should have asked Marion to help with this meeting. She always knew the right sort of things to say at times like these.

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Originally Posted by Roselyn

It was around perhaps midday when a bat came fluttering in. It was shinier than it should be and perhaps if one looked close enough, one could see tiny gears and pieces of metal that held it all together. What was more interesting was the small brown parcel clutched in it's feet, big enough to fit about two cauldron cakes. Held closed with a simple white string, it looked innocent enough. The bat landed on the desk next to the dropped parcel.

No note on the outside, but it's messenger should have been familiar enough.

THE PARCEL

Lounging on the sofa with his shoes kicked off, the Astronomy professor was taking a moment to himself and doing another read through of A Brief History of Time and therefore was unaware of the bat's presence until the soft thud of the parcel landing on his desk drew his attention towards it.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone a smidgen annoyed as he had been reading one of his favorite parts before the interruption. Moving over to his desk, shoes still lying on the floor beside it, he recognized the bat at once as one of Medea's creations, which meant he knew precisely who the parcel was from.

Ears reddening as he undid the string, he expected to be wafting sweet scents of baked delights once the lid was removed...but was greeted with no such thing. "These aren't cauldron cakes," he grumbled disappointingly as he began to inspect things. The contents had become a little disheveled in transit, the card stuck to the side for the time being unnoticed, so the astronomer's eyes first fell on the tiny human garments. A gift for Pebbles, perhaps? Although the manner in which his heart was now pounding and surging within his chest silently screamed at him to stop being a naive fool. Hands trembling as he returned the white tiny human garment to the box, he dared not pick up the black one despite it eliciting a small tight lip smile.

But then there was that piece or parchment, the one that he had not seen until now, and he softly peeled it away from the side expecting to see Medea's signature smiley face drawn there in her graceful calligraphy. But he was once again incorrect in his assumptions.

And usually he despised being incorrect.

"Special delivery Flamsteed juni---" He inhaled sharply, his lungs choking on the sudden intake of excess oxygen, and horizontal wrinkles appeared on his forehead as every one of his features elongated. One hand holding the parchment the other to his forehead, Airey stumbled sideways until his hip collided with the corner of his desk. There would be a bruise there later, but he felt none of the sting right now. All senses clouded for now, the only thing he was even moderately sure of was his heart beating in his chest.

But even that was questionable as it seemed to skip several beats here and there and then even seem to stop completely.

Slowly, other feelings began to return. His feet pressed into the bottoms of his shoes. The way the parchment felt like the finest of silk ties in his hand. The smell of his Earl grey tea that was now growing cold on his coffee table. The sting in his eyes from not blinking for several minutes. And then, just when it seemed like all his senses were returning, his vision blurred and he blinked away what he assumed was merely his tear ducts reacting to his eyes being held open for so long.

About the man and assumptions? Today they were ALL wrong.

His vision was still blurred, despite the series of rabid blinks that ensued. His chest heaved a bit and now his heart wasn't just pounding, but swelling. "Stupid...dust..." he laughed to himself as he sunk to the floor beside his desk with a smile on his face, wiping his eyes with his free hand. Reading the words over for the...well...he had already lost track at this point, he lifted the note up to show Pebbles. "Look," he chuckled softly, those pesky dust molecules making his eyes water more. Lowering the note once more, Airey knew precisely what he wanted to do next. His limbs, however, were less than cooperative.

He would just need a moment....or hour...or several hours...and then maybe he could move. Until that time came, well, he would be buffering on the floor in his office with a dopey smile on his face NOT crying from dust and trying to keep his heart from going supernova.

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,890 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	sksdlfjsdjsldjflsjs !!!!!!!!!!!!! lsdjfdksdklsdfsjflksj astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf SPOILER!!: Penelope! Quote: Originally Posted by griffin Penelope looked through the tea bags and took out an Earl Grey tea bag. So he had wanted to get her side of the story? "Mr. Moore came into the prefects compartment on the train. When asked if there was a problem or any reason that he should be in the prefects compartment, he said that there wasn't a problem. When asked to leave the compartment, he did not immediately leave." That was her understanding of it. She had not been at all impressed that Bentley had been in the prefects compartment without a reason to be there. "At the feast Mr. Bellaire threw food that was directly aimed the prefects. I believe this may be connected to Mr. Moore being told that he shouldn't be in the prefects compartment." Revenge for being told that he couldn't be somewhere where he wasn't allowed to be? Or maybe they just hated prefects? Flamsteed knew what had happened after that, the food fight. The young Gryffindor boys were accountable for their own actions. All interesting information, although most of it not new to the astronomer's ears. Although he was torn between amused and impressed by the sense of entitlement that had come over Miss Wright. Sweet solstice how much she had grown from that crying first year in his lessons. It was moments like these that sometimes made this profession worth it. Sometimes. Other times, read right now, it was a big of a headache because the man was beginning to feel like all parties involved in this had made some poor decisions that had ultimately lead to this outcome. Although he had no doubts that the majority of that fell on the two Gryffindors involved. Never tickle a sleeping dragon? Try never getting on the wrong side of a Gryffindor! "I see," he nodded after a few moments. This was all in line with what the two young men in question had shared with him at the end of the feast. Of course, both stories were not entirely the same and what was the honest to goodness truth would probably be something that the professor would never truly know - the whole situation was muddled with too much teenage angst by this point. "I assume you are familiar with Newton's Laws by now, Miss Wright," he continued. A rhetorical question, hence why he hardly paused to allow for any sort of response. "Specifically the one which states for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Now, one may argue that what transpired was a result of this law of motion." May argue, as incorrect as said argument may be. "Students being somewhere that is, technically, off limits to them as it is one of the earned perks of your position. This then prompted you both to act in accordance with what is expected of you and asked them to leave. Said request was then perceived as rude entitlement which then prompted the retaliation witnessed at the feast. Now, what Newton's Laws do not take into account is the variable of human choice and human emotion. I am by no means implying that you and Mr. Baines deserved what happened and I assure you that both boys are being dealt with accordingly, but I am reminding you that with that badge comes the responsibility of assisting Hogwarts faculty in keeping things in order and there will always be those who oppose that authority." And he would know. He HAD been one of THOSE students during his time at Hogwarts. "You can commit no mistake and still lose. That is not a weakness. That is life. You just have to do the best you can." Had there been no mistakes committed by all parties involved? Surely not. And there had been no mention of the other prefects involved in the exchange between the Ravenclaw prefects and Mr. Moore and they had still been targets in the food fight. So where were they in this picture? Airey wasn't too sure it entirely mattered. Choices, however, certainly did. "How you and Mr. Baines choose to carry yourselves after this incident will speak light years of your character, so focus on that rather than what has already passed." Because all that was being taken care of. Thoroughly. SPOILER!!: the easily enabled Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Just what Airey Flamsteed was doing, Daxton had no idea. But the door... the door was ajar, in the presence of Daxton, of all people. The professor knew of his record, and yet... the way into his office was clear. Daxton stood there for a good long moment, considering the open door, methodically going through every possible outcome of this situation. But it was a moment, he soon realised, that he was wasting, when what he had right here was an opportunity. Exactly what for was yet to be established. So Daxton went inside, slipping through the just-open door and scanning the area. It was clean; too clean, too tidy. The kind of tidy which made it easy to search, but just as easy to notice anything out of place. A set-up more like Moxley's would have, in a way, been better even if more chaotic, though ultimately it would have been disappointing coming from Airey Flamsteed. He was methodical about the search, fast, trying cabinets and drawers and the closet, even the tie cabinet, full of neckties that Daxton was eager to pick from and shove into his pocket. An obvious theft, but he was curious to see what would happen... not that it mattered, because everywhere was quite securely locked. Frustrating, but expected. Daxton cast a glance over at the large cage in the office, and the ferret alternating between scurrying around and watching him curiously (Daxton's eyes had been stinging since the moment he had walk into this office, and that creature was surely the reason why), and then he looked at the door. No Airey Flamsteed, but he had been gone for barely ninety seconds. Still, exactly what he was doing was un unknown variable, so he could be back at any second. Daxton was not as concerned by this as one might have expected. He turned his attention to the research on the desk. No collector's cards or anything here - again unsurprising; such a high value item was sure to be locked away - but now that he was here, Daxton just wanted to take something. He rifled carefully through the papers, no doubt nudging from their original places as he scanned their contents, and eventually picked up an interesting looking book. It would be obvious, so very obvious, but that was exactly what he was going for. He took the book, hiding it half down the back of his school trousers, so his belt held it into place and his shirt covered it up. That done, Daxton crossed purposefully to the cage with the ferret. He was still out of arm's reach when the urge to sneeze hit. The Ravenclaw blocked it with the crook of his elbow... then another... then another. He stood in front of the cage, trying his best to do the almost impossible and hold back any more. Allergies were ridiculous; the sooner Daxton could figure out how to brew the Antiallergen Potion without having to cast a spell to do so, the better. When the first assault of sneezes appeared to have passed, Daxton reached down to pull his school shirt up and over his nose and mouth. He carefully pulled the ferret's cage open, listening closely for the sounds of approaching footsteps, ready to react at a millisecond's notice if need be. Ah sweet sweet sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet release! No longer at risk of leakage, Airey made his way comfortably back towards his office with a content look about his face. Although this look faded when he arrived in his seating area to find that Mr. Prince was gone and his office door still ajar. "Mr. Prince?" he called, giving the room a look over before reached out for the handle on his own office's door. Huh, perhaps the Ravenclaw had changed his --- "OH, there you are," he greeted upon seeing the young man standing in from of Hershel's cage...covering his nose and mouth? Sweet solstice, had he neglected getting a house elf or two up here to handle the cleaning for too long again? "You're welcome to take him out, if you'd like," the astronomer offered, eyes carefully scanning his office for...well...the second year did have a bit of a track record and the professor was not daft. Although he would be lying if he said he had not had his hopes up that everything was precisely as he had left it. But, regrettably, it was not. Although the man showed no indication of having noticed this fact. Even if the selection Mr. Prince had made was a rather good one. Quote: Originally Posted by crimsonlion Hope made her way to the sofa. Looking quizzically towards the professor. [B]"are you OK professor? You seem a little.. Idk... Jumpy?" She grabbed a cup of tea thanking flamstead as she began to sip it. She was getting even more nervous because of the nervous energy coming off of Him. "I'm trying to deal with alot right now, but I'm trying my best." she fidgetted with the cup. She was gonna spill her guts about everything. "My cousin is missing and I'm so worried about her. And then starting school without her here is almost unbearable. I know she wants me to do good here so I'm trying to do my studies. I've also made friends, so they keep me occupied. " Jumpy? Him? Hahahaha.... ....accurate. "Not at all, Miss Summers," he lied with a dismissive wave of the hand. Nothing to see here. Nothing at all. Ahem. "Yes..." he nodded gently. "I want to you know, Miss Summers, that Hogwarts faculty are here to assist you in whatever capacity you may need during this time..." Merlin he should have asked Marion to help with this meeting. She always knew the right sort of things to say at times like these. Quote: Originally Posted by Roselyn It was around perhaps midday when a bat came fluttering in. It was shinier than it should be and perhaps if one looked close enough, one could see tiny gears and pieces of metal that held it all together. What was more interesting was the small brown parcel clutched in it's feet, big enough to fit about two cauldron cakes. Held closed with a simple white string, it looked innocent enough. The bat landed on the desk next to the dropped parcel. No note on the outside, but it's messenger should have been familiar enough. THE PARCEL Lounging on the sofa with his shoes kicked off, the Astronomy professor was taking a moment to himself and doing another read through of A Brief History of Time and therefore was unaware of the bat's presence until the soft thud of the parcel landing on his desk drew his attention towards it. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone a smidgen annoyed as he had been reading one of his favorite parts before the interruption. Moving over to his desk, shoes still lying on the floor beside it, he recognized the bat at once as one of Medea's creations, which meant he knew precisely who the parcel was from. Ears reddening as he undid the string, he expected to be wafting sweet scents of baked delights once the lid was removed...but was greeted with no such thing. "These aren't cauldron cakes," he grumbled disappointingly as he began to inspect things. The contents had become a little disheveled in transit, the card stuck to the side for the time being unnoticed, so the astronomer's eyes first fell on the tiny human garments. A gift for Pebbles, perhaps? Although the manner in which his heart was now pounding and surging within his chest silently screamed at him to stop being a naive fool. Hands trembling as he returned the white tiny human garment to the box, he dared not pick up the black one despite it eliciting a small tight lip smile. But then there was that piece or parchment, the one that he had not seen until now, and he softly peeled it away from the side expecting to see Medea's signature smiley face drawn there in her graceful calligraphy. But he was once again incorrect in his assumptions. And usually he despised being incorrect. "Special delivery Flamsteed juni---" He inhaled sharply, his lungs choking on the sudden intake of excess oxygen, and horizontal wrinkles appeared on his forehead as every one of his features elongated. One hand holding the parchment the other to his forehead, Airey stumbled sideways until his hip collided with the corner of his desk. There would be a bruise there later, but he felt none of the sting right now. All senses clouded for now, the only thing he was even moderately sure of was his heart beating in his chest. But even that was questionable as it seemed to skip several beats here and there and then even seem to stop completely. Slowly, other feelings began to return. His feet pressed into the bottoms of his shoes. The way the parchment felt like the finest of silk ties in his hand. The smell of his Earl grey tea that was now growing cold on his coffee table. The sting in his eyes from not blinking for several minutes. And then, just when it seemed like all his senses were returning, his vision blurred and he blinked away what he assumed was merely his tear ducts reacting to his eyes being held open for so long. About the man and assumptions? Today they were ALL wrong. His vision was still blurred, despite the series of rabid blinks that ensued. His chest heaved a bit and now his heart wasn't just pounding, but swelling. "Stupid...dust..." he laughed to himself as he sunk to the floor beside his desk with a smile on his face, wiping his eyes with his free hand. Reading the words over for the...well...he had already lost track at this point, he lifted the note up to show Pebbles. "Look," he chuckled softly, those pesky dust molecules making his eyes water more. Lowering the note once more, Airey knew precisely what he wanted to do next. His limbs, however, were less than cooperative. He would just need a moment....or hour...or several hours...and then maybe he could move. Until that time came, well, he would be buffering on the floor in his office with a dopey smile on his face NOT crying from dust and trying to keep his heart from going supernova. __________________ 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