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sweetpinkpixie · 05-25-2016, 01:56 AM

SPOILER!!: Rooney & company!

"Constant vigilance," the astronomer said in feeble attempt at encouraging the young man. "Half the battle with magic is intent, and with that mindset of can't, well, you may never perform the spell. Step back, take a breather, and refocus. Then try again." The astronomer was not a shoulder patter or hair ruffler, and doing either of those things...well...the very idea was enough to make his skin crawl...so rather than any physical contact he leaned down a bit so his whisper could be heard just by the Ravenclaw and not the two prefects. "You can and you will perform the spell correctly. Even if it turns out not to be today. Do not despair."

SPOILER!!: Daxton -_____-

Quote:

Originally Posted by Felixir

Of course he had been seen. Of course. Airey Flamsteed always saw.

Daxton had made it to the door, hand on the handle, and was already pulling it open when the Astronomy professor called his name out. He had two choices, essentially: keep going, and pretend he had not heard, or go back to his seat. Daxton, being Daxton, picked the third option of doing neither, and stayed right where he was, avoiding any form of decision-making.

He thought about staying, really he did. Daxton stood there, hand on the door handle, looking back at Airey Flamsteed who had by now launched into his explanation of the class activity, wondering if he could maybe get some sort of alternative activity just like he had done in past Astronomy lessons. But the fact of the matter was that it was not necessarily just the magic and the classroom activity that had had him wanting to leave in the first place. That thought was only the first that had him resuming his turning of the door handle.

And then the balloons appeared.

Balloons.

Daxton's enemy.

Or, at least, one of his enemies.

Balloons. Seemingly innocuous, but so, so loud. Daxton hated them, could not spend more than a few minutes in a room with a single balloon before being sent into some kind of panic, and refused to get anywhere near them if he could help it. Despite the use of balloons being such an Airey Flamsteed move, Daxton could not help but think that the man had completely lost his mind. Probably stolen. By his baby.

As soon as the balloons had appeared, Daxton had scrambled for the earmuffs around his neck, clamping them down over his ears so that the sound of popping balloons would not be quite so horrendous. But he could still hear them, even with his hands pressed down over the earmuffs as well, and each muffled bang had Daxton starting in surprise and tensing right up.

No. No way. Not a chance. Too loud, too loud, too loud.

With the combination of the earmuffs and the classroom commotion, Daxton actually had a great opportunity to leave. Oh, did he hear Airey Flamsteed telling him he was excused and dismissed from the classroom? Actually, no, but Daxton could easily pretend he had; it was just so easy to mishear anything and everything. Reaching behind him again for the handle, Daxton finally pulled the door open and slipped out of the room, not planning on relaxing until he was far, far away from the classroom.

Leaving the Ravenclaw prefect with a wink, Airey attention was drawn to...............SIGH.

Checking his sundial watch, it wasn't as though the man could just leave the classroom and go retrieve the boy...well...he supposed he COULD, but there was NO telling what shape his classroom would be in were he to leave things under Marion's supervision. Therefore...another meeting with Mr. Prince was in order. Another meeting and more letters home to his mother.

Sweet solstice.

But since he HAD looked at his watch...

"15 more minutes!"

OOC: approximately 10 hours left before the activity closes

05-25-2016, 01:56 AM	#186 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,796 Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus Slytherin Seventh 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!!: Rooney & company! Quote: Originally Posted by Shanners From his spot on the floor, Rooney looked up at Professor Flamsteed and slowly took the apple away from his mouth. ”It’snotlikeI’mgoingtouseit.” His mumble was accompanied by the beginning of the exercise description, which meant that he wasn’t really listening. Not that it MATTERED. Because he didn’t even know what he was doing SO wrong that his spell wasn’t working as well as Azura’s. Or Miss Dot’s. Or everyone elses. Why was he, the Prefect, a failure with his wand right now? How was he supposed to become Minister of Magic AND be a Wizarding Great if he couldn’t manage this advanced spell in under five tries like OTHERS? Instead he stole someone elses apple (OOC: WE STOLE AN APPLE SORRY TO WHOEVER WANTS US TO HAVE STOLE FROM THEM), and sat with his wand. Still in the corner.. Circle, and incantation. Circle and incantation. Circle and incantation. Toss of the apple… only for it to come straight back down and for him to let out a loud noise. Loud noise that was VERY much like a wail. ”Professooooooor? Can’t I go back to my dorm? I…can’t do this. This is too hard.” Could someone offer him their shoulder and just pet his hair until he felt better about not being good at this? …No? "Constant vigilance," the astronomer said in feeble attempt at encouraging the young man. "*Half the battle with magic is intent, and with that* mindset of can't, well, you may never perform the spell. Step back, take a breather, and refocus. Then try again." The astronomer was not a shoulder patter or hair ruffler, and doing either of those things...well...the very idea was enough to make his skin crawl...so rather than any physical contact he leaned down a bit so his whisper could be heard just by the Ravenclaw and not the two prefects. "You can and you will perform the spell correctly. Even if it turns out not to be today. Do not despair." SPOILER!!*: Daxton -_____-* Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Of course he had been seen. Of course. Airey Flamsteed always saw. Daxton had made it to the door, hand on the handle, and was already pulling it open when the Astronomy professor called his name out. He had two choices, essentially: keep going, and pretend he had not heard, or go back to his seat. Daxton, being Daxton, picked the third option of doing neither, and stayed right where he was, avoiding any form of decision-making. He thought about staying, really he did. Daxton stood there, hand on the door handle, looking back at Airey Flamsteed who had by now launched into his explanation of the class activity, wondering if he could maybe get some sort of alternative activity just like he had done in past Astronomy lessons. But the fact of the matter was that it was not necessarily just the magic and the classroom activity that had had him wanting to leave in the first place. That thought was only the first that had him resuming his turning of the door handle. And then the balloons appeared. Balloons. Daxton's enemy. Or, at least, one of his enemies. Balloons. Seemingly innocuous, but so, so loud. Daxton hated them, could not spend more than a few minutes in a room with a single balloon before being sent into some kind of panic, and refused to get anywhere near them if he could help it. Despite the use of balloons being such an Airey Flamsteed move, Daxton could not help but think that the man had completely lost his mind. Probably stolen. By his baby. As soon as the balloons had appeared, Daxton had scrambled for the earmuffs around his neck, clamping them down over his ears so that the sound of popping balloons would not be quite so horrendous. But he could still hear them, even with his hands pressed down over the earmuffs as well, and each muffled bang had Daxton starting in surprise and tensing right up. No. No way. Not a chance. Too loud, too loud, too loud. With the combination of the earmuffs and the classroom commotion, Daxton actually had a great opportunity to leave. Oh, did he hear Airey Flamsteed telling him he was excused and dismissed from the classroom? Actually, no, but Daxton could easily pretend he had; it was just so easy to mishear anything and everything. Reaching behind him again for the handle, Daxton finally pulled the door open and slipped out of the room, not planning on relaxing until he was far, far away from the classroom. Leaving the Ravenclaw prefect with a wink, Airey attention was drawn to...............SIGH. Checking his sundial watch, it wasn't as though the man could just leave the classroom and go retrieve the boy...well...he supposed he COULD, but there was NO telling what shape his classroom would be in were he to leave things under Marion's supervision. Therefore...another meeting with Mr. Prince was in order. Another meeting and more letters home to his mother. Sweet solstice. But since he HAD looked at his watch... "15 more minutes!" OOC: approximately 10 hours left before the activity closes __________________ 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