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sweetpinkpixie · 05-03-2016, 02:36 AM

What could be louder than Airey Flamsteed? His shoes. That's what.

Especially juxtaposed with the golden color of his robes.

It has been easy for him to leave home - despite what extended family insisted upon - and the astronomer was ready to tackle the term with a renewed gusto. After all the student angst and first world hardships he had endured last term, the man was due for a break.

...............................................

Or not.

...............................................

Foregoing the ceremonious gift giving that had become novelty mugs, the Gryffindor Head of House had opted for something even BETTER this term as a welcome present for their visiting Headmster: THEIR VERY OWN PET ROCK! The man was just about to deposit the box (which also contained an owners guide and the pet rock itself) on the table in front of the Headmaster's chair when he saw IT.

SWEET SOLSTICE WHY? WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY?!

Tensing up as though struck with Petrificus Totalus, Airey gave the feline a cursory look over and quickly deducted a few things. One being that it was NOT in fact Maddox come back to prank him. Another that it was neither Cassiopeia's beasts back to hunt him. Also that it was some elaborate scheme by Medea to get back at him for changing zero diapers over the summer - she would have put the cat in HIS chair.

NOPE. BIG OL' NOPE!

This suit had JUST been dry cleaned and freshly pressed by magical and mysterious muggle methods yesterday.

AND HE HAD NEGLECTED TO REFILL HIS LINT ROLLER.

Animagus or real, the astronut did NOT care and he dropped the box with a dull thud on top of the empty plate and then BOLTED from the staff dais towards the Gryffindor table with Pebbles clutched to his chest before fear caused him to spring a leak.

LIVE LONG AND PROSPER, COLLEAGUES. SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST!

05-03-2016, 02:36 AM	#9 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,102 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 What could be louder than Airey Flamsteed? His shoes. That's what. Especially juxtaposed with the golden color of his robes. It has been easy for him to leave home - despite what extended family insisted upon - and the astronomer was ready to tackle the term with a renewed gusto. After all the student angst and first world hardships he had endured last term, the man was due for a break. ............................................... Or not. ............................................... Foregoing the ceremonious gift giving that had become novelty mugs, the Gryffindor Head of House had opted for something even BETTER this term as a welcome present for their visiting Headmster: THEIR VERY OWN PET ROCK! The man was just about to deposit the box (which also contained an owners guide and the pet rock itself) on the table in front of the Headmaster's chair when he saw IT. SWEET SOLSTICE WHY? WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY?! Tensing up as though struck with Petrificus Totalus, Airey gave the feline a cursory look over and quickly deducted a few things. One being that it was NOT in fact Maddox come back to prank him. Another that it was neither Cassiopeia's beasts back to hunt him. Also that it was some elaborate scheme by Medea to get back at him for changing zero diapers over the summer - she would have put the cat in HIS chair. NOPE. BIG OL' NOPE! This suit had JUST been dry cleaned and freshly pressed by magical and mysterious muggle methods yesterday. AND HE HAD NEGLECTED TO REFILL HIS LINT ROLLER. Animagus or real, the astronut did NOT care and he dropped the box with a dull thud on top of the empty plate and then BOLTED from the staff dais towards the Gryffindor table with Pebbles clutched to his chest before fear caused him to spring a leak. LIVE LONG AND PROSPER, COLLEAGUES. SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST! __________________ 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