Originally Posted by Stormdancer

Smiling happily at the waving hand that was being pushed in her direction as he busied himself making tea, Marsha got comfortable in the chair she had chosen. Might as well attempt to make the chair as comfortable as it could be as she might be here a little while. Not into the hours - but maybe half an hour? Who knew really… it would depend how Professor Airey took to her news… and everyone knew that news could potentially be dangerous for her Head of Houses’s nerves and heart.

Looking into the box she leafed through a few flavours, completely missing him moving the figurine of Spock, before finding an apple & cinnamon blend. ”Can I have this one please?” She asked Admiral Airey as she looked back up at him with a smile as she lifted the packet from the large box of tea… how amazing was that by the way? ”Well… either way, I appreciate the time you give us.” Another smile was aimed at the man in front of her and she nodded as she said her piece.

The short Welsh girl couldn’t help but laugh at that. ”No… That’s true, there never is a dull moment at Hogwarts.” Anyone who said there was, didn’t realise that in that split second, something was probably brewing… and she wasn’t talking about tea.

Originally Posted by Felixir

There were the footsteps, and there was the sound of his name being called.

Daxton, who had had the cage open by this point, and was working on coaxing out its inhabitant, quickly shut the door again in the very moment that Airey Flamsteed entered the room (had he already got the ferret out, he would no doubt have hidden it inside his own shirt). That meant his hand was still on the cage when he quickly looked towards the door of the office for the astronomer's arrival.

At the offer, Daxton looked back into the cage, at the curious creature inside, but decided against it. He had as little love for animals as he had for most things, and his allergy to any and all fur solidified that; the only appeal in taking the ferret was that it belonged to Airey Flamsteed, and he had been curious to see how the man might react to the obvious theft. Ferret-napping the thing right in front of him, however, was a little too obvious. In any case, he still had the book. There would be other opportunities.

So Daxton stepped away from the cage again (suspicious? maybe), pulling his shirt down off his face and rubbing at his stinging and itching eyes even while looking towards Airey Flamsteed again and catching the tail-end of his scanning the office. If smiling came easily to him, Daxton would have had to fight one at that moment. As it was, his amusement remained under the surface, while his expression remained as blank as ever. The reason? Like Daxton Prince, Airey Flamsteed was not an idiot. He would no doubt have noticed the missing book, and so far had said nothing. He knew. And Daxton knew that he knew. But did he know that Daxton knew that he knew?

Pointedly ignoring the matter, Daxton rubbed at his stinging eyes a little harder, before forcing himself to cease and desist. He had a reason for visiting this office, and would not be vanquished by allergic reactions to the slinky-like beast running around its giant cage. The Ravenclaw began digging through his pockets for something, being careful not to disturb the book still tucked into his waistband lest it should fall to the floor and give him away. After a moment, he with drew two notes, one from each pocket, each of which got a cursory glance, as though Daxton was double-checking something before proceeding.