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sweetpinkpixie · 03-12-2016, 09:59 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by .Peeves.

Peeves put his hand to his wide mouth and giggled. Rude giggles, too, like he knew a secret and he wasn't tellin'. He didn't, though, since Airplane was being particularly nuts today, and that wasn't as much fun as it could be. What toys?

WHAT A SUIT, though.

Peeves patted down his pockets, drifting ever closer to the distraught professor. "Oi. If I wanted your silly toys, I'd come take 'em, wouldn't I? Pull yourself together." Or he could pull the man together? From that pocket came a ball of string sticky with grape jam, and quick as a wicket, Peeves had wrapped the man in purple string and grapey bits. He blew a kiss and blasted down through the floor.

BUH-BYE NOW.

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"GAAAAAAAAAH!"

And that was really all there was to say about all that.

Someone save him? Please?

SPOILER!!: space oddity pseudo son

Quote:

Originally Posted by Felixir

It was perhaps a mistake to put any kind of faith in Daxton Prince, and incredibly wise to be wary of him and his questionable-at-best intentions. A boy with very little, if any, sense of conscience, disappointing or letting down anyone seldom affected him in the slightest. And when it did, it was usually because he was satisfied with a negative outcome.

At last, full use was returned to his hand, and Daxton wasted no time in flexing out his fingers, stretching them out as far as they would go before clenching them into a fist. Relief flooded through him, and much of the anxiety that he had not let of began to abate slightly. But Daxton was not about to be lulled into a false sense of security. He had no doubt in his mind that Airey Flamsteed would sabotage his hand again just as quickly as he had fixed it, and that made this next answer very important indeed. It was crucial that Daxton communicate the right thing.

Simple enough concept, except that he did not know what the right thing was (incidentally a running theme in his short life).

He took his time in retrieving his notebook and pen from his pocket, and flipping it to the first clean page, but though his brain working as fast as he could make it, Daxton could not formulate an answer in that time. Hesitating with his pen hovering over the page, Daxton looked back up at Airey Flamsteed again, considering him carefully whilst trying not to look too calculating. It was not so difficult; an advantage of having an invariably blank expression meant that Daxton was almost impossible to read at the best of times, but there was always the chance that someone might manage it.

Looking down at the notebook again, he put pen to paper. It stayed there for a moment, unmoving, as Daxton thought hard to try to deduce the right answer for this situation, but it was impossible. He thought he knew why he had taken the book. He could have been much more careful, much more subtle about it, if he had wanted to get away with it. Airey Flamsteed was always likely to notice something had gone missing, and Daxton knew that. He had wanted to provoke a reaction, and not from just anyone, but he could not just admit that.

Finally, Daxton wrote, and soon he had held the notebook up for Airey Flamsteed to read.

'I wanted the book, and I wanted to see what would happen when I took it.'

It was the truth. Not the whole, detailed truth, but truth enough. Truth enough, hopefully, to satisfy the professor, and vague enough to satisfy Daxton.

To say that Airey knew what sort of written response to expect from Mr. Prince was a bit of an understatement. While he did like to think that he understood the young man to some level, he was not pompous enough to assume that he already knew the inner workings of the troubled young man's mind. Although this time, the response was about what the Astronomy professor had expected. Vague and revealing the intention of provoking some sort of reaction. Which was perhaps why the astronomer, sometimes, went out of his way not to react to colorfully to the young man. Perhaps to keep the Ravenclaw on his toes as he so often did to the man, but perhaps more because he did not wish to give the young man the satisfaction of a reaction.

He said nothing at first, taking a moment or two rather to mull over thoughts and each action that had lead them to this point.

But no. He did not believe, Mr. Prince, that you were without any sort of inkling as to what the possible outcome of attempting to steal from me would result in. Testing his hypothesis for a possible outcome? That was a bit more believable. "You do not strike me as the sort to do things for mere innocent curiosity, Mr. Prince," he finally said after a moment as he sat up a bit more straight in his seat. "Which is not to terribly unlike myself." He paused just long enough to allow for a soft chuckle to pass through his lips before locking blue eyes on the Ravenclaw's. "Far too calculated for simply that, considering that you were well aware that I knew."

Meaning...try again, Mr. Prince. Or rather ... elaborate.

03-12-2016, 09:59 AM	#57 (permalink)
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	casual whiplash between scenes #nbd astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Quote: Originally Posted by .Peeves. Peeves put his hand to his wide mouth and giggled. Rude giggles, too, like he knew a secret and he wasn't tellin'. He didn't, though, since Airplane was being particularly nuts today, and that wasn't as much fun as it could be. What toys? WHAT A SUIT, though. Peeves patted down his pockets, drifting ever closer to the distraught professor. "Oi. If I wanted your silly toys, I'd come take 'em, wouldn't I? Pull yourself together." Or he could pull the man together? From that pocket came a ball of string sticky with grape jam, and quick as a wicket, Peeves had wrapped the man in purple string and grapey bits. He blew a kiss and blasted down through the floor. BUH-BYE NOW. ......................... ......................... ......................... ......................... ......................... "GAAAAAAAAAH!" And that was really all there was to say about all that. Someone save him? Please? SPOILER!!: space oddity pseudo son Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir It was perhaps a mistake to put any kind of faith in Daxton Prince, and incredibly wise to be wary of him and his questionable-at-best intentions. A boy with very little, if any, sense of conscience, disappointing or letting down anyone seldom affected him in the slightest. And when it did, it was usually because he was satisfied with a negative outcome. At last, full use was returned to his hand, and Daxton wasted no time in flexing out his fingers, stretching them out as far as they would go before clenching them into a fist. Relief flooded through him, and much of the anxiety that he had not let of began to abate slightly. But Daxton was not about to be lulled into a false sense of security. He had no doubt in his mind that Airey Flamsteed would sabotage his hand again just as quickly as he had fixed it, and that made this next answer very important indeed. It was crucial that Daxton communicate the right thing. Simple enough concept, except that he did not know what the right thing was (incidentally a running theme in his short life). He took his time in retrieving his notebook and pen from his pocket, and flipping it to the first clean page, but though his brain working as fast as he could make it, Daxton could not formulate an answer in that time. Hesitating with his pen hovering over the page, Daxton looked back up at Airey Flamsteed again, considering him carefully whilst trying not to look too calculating. It was not so difficult; an advantage of having an invariably blank expression meant that Daxton was almost impossible to read at the best of times, but there was always the chance that someone might manage it. Looking down at the notebook again, he put pen to paper. It stayed there for a moment, unmoving, as Daxton thought hard to try to deduce the right answer for this situation, but it was impossible. He thought he knew why he had taken the book. He could have been much more careful, much more subtle about it, if he had wanted to get away with it. Airey Flamsteed was always likely to notice something had gone missing, and Daxton knew that. He had wanted to provoke a reaction, and not from just anyone, but he could not just admit that. Finally, Daxton wrote, and soon he had held the notebook up for Airey Flamsteed to read. 'I wanted the book, and I wanted to see what would happen when I took it.' It was the truth. Not the whole, detailed truth, but truth enough. Truth enough, hopefully, to satisfy the professor, and vague enough to satisfy Daxton. To say that Airey knew what sort of written response to expect from Mr. Prince was a bit of an understatement. While he did like to think that he understood the young man to some level, he was not pompous enough to assume that he already knew the inner workings of the troubled young man's mind. Although this time, the response was about what the Astronomy professor had expected. Vague and revealing the intention of provoking some sort of reaction. Which was perhaps why the astronomer, sometimes, went out of his way not to react to colorfully to the young man. Perhaps to keep the Ravenclaw on his toes as he so often did to the man, but perhaps more because he did not wish to give the young man the satisfaction of a reaction. He said nothing at first, taking a moment or two rather to mull over thoughts and each action that had lead them to this point. But no. He did not believe, Mr. Prince, that you were without any sort of inkling as to what the possible outcome of attempting to steal from me would result in. Testing his hypothesis for a possible outcome? That was a bit more believable. "You do not strike me as the sort to do things for mere innocent curiosity, Mr. Prince," he finally said after a moment as he sat up a bit more straight in his seat. "Which is not to terribly unlike myself." He paused just long enough to allow for a soft chuckle to pass through his lips before locking blue eyes on the Ravenclaw's. 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