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sweetpinkpixie · 03-10-2016, 03:45 AM

SPOILER!!: THIS KID

Too easy. The response was almost TOO easy and the astronomer felt quite wary somewhere in the back of his mind to fully believe the Ravenclaw's words. Then again, the astronomer was known to put his faith - if that was even the correct term - in the more troubled students that happened to walk the corridors. Primarily because he saw much of himself in those particular youths, the ones that were often written off as THAT sort of student, and paternal instincts were ever growing these days.

Against his better judgement and own set of personal restrictions.

Giving Mr. Prince the benefit of the doubt (once again so it would be best NOT to disappoint the man), he gave his wand a flick in the boy's direction and then leaned forwards on his knees to wait.

Explain? Explain.

Quote:

Originally Posted by .Peeves.

As if on command (but never ever no never on command), Peeves dropped through the ceiling. His broad face was creased in a wicked smile, and his orange eyes glinted with mirth. Didn't matter what was making Airhorn peevish, because peevish professors was absolutely his favorite. The student responsible was getting two high fives and an armpit fart of approval.

"Poor Flammy and his broken heart, Can I fix it with a..." He made a loooooooooooong raspberry noise with his tongue. Was he crying? Sure hoped he was crying.

HE KNEW IT! THE PROOF WAS IN THE PUDDING!

Save for the unfortunate realization that there WAS no pudding to be had at present and now the Astronomy professor had a bit of a craving for it.

Sidetracked. Hello.

"PEEEEEEEEVES!" the professor roared as he clamored to his feet, torn between chasing down his precious possessions and ~~attempting to~~ reprimanding the poltergeist. "You've crossed the line THIS time. Undo your treachery right this instant!"

BECAUSE THE VEIN WAS BULGING AGAIN. THE VEIN.

And no. He was not crying. Not really. Maybe a tiny bit

03-10-2016, 03:45 AM	#52 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,937 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 SPOILER!!: THIS KID Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Purposefully? Daxton? No. No. Not at all. Never. He could see Airey Flamsteed out of the corner of his eye, but had decided to avoid looking at him now, particularly after ~~pushing~~ dropping the book onto the floor. Keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead, Daxton fiddled at his sleeve with his functional right hand and remained still. It seemed that, even though the move with the book had been one borne of frustration rather than anything calculated, Daxton had inadvertently managed to coax something out of the professor. A reaction. Finally. Not until Airey Flamsteed spoke did Daxton look at him again, though he had been watching carefully in the edges of his vision. His eyes snapped automatically to the wand, and it took a moment for Daxton to process exactly what the Astronomer was saying to him. But process it he did, and the Ravenclaw responded with a nod of the head. It had been an automatic response, but in actuality Daxton was not entirely sure of just what kind of an answer he might give, nor was he even all that sure of what the most honest answer was, though that part did not matter so much. He just needed to be convincing in whatever he said, not necessarily truthful. Shuffling around on the sofa again, so he was back to sitting up, Daxton held out the flesh-coloured nub at his left wrist, where his hand used to be, so that it could be changed back with no further delay. He turned that piercing gaze of his onto Airey Flamsteed - though never directly into his eyes - his expression just shy of a characteristic scowl, and waited, though he half-expected it to be a trick, a joke to get his hopes up, a laugh at his expense. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Too easy. The response was almost TOO easy and the astronomer felt quite wary somewhere in the back of his mind to fully believe the Ravenclaw's words. Then again, the astronomer was known to put his faith - if that was even the correct term - in the more troubled students that happened to walk the corridors. Primarily because he saw much of himself in those particular youths, the ones that were often written off as THAT sort of student, and paternal instincts were ever growing these days. Against his better judgement and own set of personal restrictions. Giving Mr. Prince the benefit of the doubt (once again so it would be best NOT to disappoint the man), he gave his wand a flick in the boy's direction and then leaned forwards on his knees to wait. Explain? Explain. Quote: Originally Posted by .Peeves. As if on command (but never ever no never on command), Peeves dropped through the ceiling. His broad face was creased in a wicked smile, and his orange eyes glinted with mirth. Didn't matter what was making Airhorn peevish, because peevish professors was absolutely his favorite. The student responsible was getting two high fives and an armpit fart of approval. "Poor Flammy and his broken heart, Can I fix it with a..." He made a loooooooooooong raspberry noise with his tongue. Was he crying? Sure hoped he was crying. HE KNEW IT! THE PROOF WAS IN THE PUDDING! Save for the unfortunate realization that there WAS no pudding to be had at present and now the Astronomy professor had a bit of a craving for it. Sidetracked. Hello. "PEEEEEEEEVES!" the professor roared as he clamored to his feet, torn between chasing down his precious possessions and ~~attempting to~~ reprimanding the poltergeist. "You've crossed the line THIS time. Undo your treachery right this instant!" BECAUSE THE VEIN WAS BULGING AGAIN. THE VEIN. And no. He was not crying. Not really. Maybe a tiny bit __________________ 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