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sweetpinkpixie · 03-31-2016, 03:58 AM

It had taken the man an embarrassingly long time recalling the password into Meriberry's office - and Pebbles had been of absolutely NO help in the matter - Airey took the steps three and four at a time while only managing to stumble once or twice before reaching the door.

Which was opened not by the sane method of using the door knob, for the record. Nope. The Astronomy professor felt the need to propel the door open by slamming himself against it, hardly registering the dull throbbing of his shoulder.

TOO MUCH ADRENALINE COURSING THROUGH HIS SYSTEM TO BE CONCERNED ABOUT THAT.

Bounding towards Meriberry's desk, the Astronomy professor wasted no time on pleasantries and small talk and quite literally dove into the matter at hand. Physically as well considering the man leaped to her desk and slammed his hands enthusiastically down upon her desk. Which also created a rather loud sound as one of those hands was still clutching Pebbles.

Oh sweet solstice he needed a moment to remember how to breathe. Good thing he already had his hands on the desk to support himself, because Airey was now hunched over and panting from exhaustion, anxiety, and pure unconditional elation.

But mostly anxiety.

Oh sweet solstice the anxiety.

"MEDEA. LABOR. NOW. ME. FATHER. LEAVE. GRYFFINDOR. YOU," he wheezes completely with incoherant hand gestures, his voice high pitched and wheezing from all the dramatic running and wrong turn making he had done on his way down from the astronomy tower.

That really explained it all, right?

An accidental glance at his sundial watch sent the astronomer into orbit again and without saying another word to his friend...bolted out of the office, leaving the door ajar in his haste.

OH SWEET SOLSTICE.

03-31-2016, 03:58 AM	#51 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,835 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 It had taken the man an embarrassingly long time recalling the password into Meriberry's office - and Pebbles had been of absolutely NO help in the matter - Airey took the steps three and four at a time while only managing to stumble once or twice before reaching the door. Which was opened not by the sane method of using the door knob, for the record. Nope. The Astronomy professor felt the need to propel the door open by slamming himself against it, hardly registering the dull throbbing of his shoulder. TOO MUCH ADRENALINE COURSING THROUGH HIS SYSTEM TO BE CONCERNED ABOUT THAT. Bounding towards Meriberry's desk, the Astronomy professor wasted no time on pleasantries and small talk and quite literally dove into the matter at hand. Physically as well considering the man leaped to her desk and slammed his hands enthusiastically down upon her desk. Which also created a rather loud sound as one of those hands was still clutching Pebbles. Oh sweet solstice he needed a moment to remember how to breathe. Good thing he already had his hands on the desk to support himself, because Airey was now hunched over and panting from exhaustion, anxiety, and pure unconditional elation. But mostly anxiety. Oh sweet solstice the anxiety. "MEDEA. LABOR. NOW. ME. FATHER. LEAVE. GRYFFINDOR. YOU," he wheezes completely with incoherant hand gestures, his voice high pitched and wheezing from all the dramatic running and wrong turn making he had done on his way down from the astronomy tower. That really explained it all, right? An accidental glance at his sundial watch sent the astronomer into orbit again and without saying another word to his friend...bolted out of the office, leaving the door ajar in his haste. OH SWEET SOLSTICE. __________________ 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