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sweetpinkpixie · 07-08-2016, 12:46 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Oh great.

Was that the sound of a million nails scratching against a single chalkboard? Or was it just the shrill squeals of Airehead Flamsteed? Unfortunately for James Draper, it was the more insufferable option of the two. "..... Airey," he turned reluctantly almost hoping that he was wrong. He wasn't by the way, he was never wrong.

"Needed a change of venue to get these papers done," he said, flashing the assignments up so that the man could see. "Figured this place would be quiet enough," because who would possibly WANT to watch a Gobstones match? This place was BEGGING for any sign of life. Though of course, the one person who would actually watch a terribly boring game such as this one happened to be one of the most insufferable people in the entire school.

And yes, James was 70% throwing shade in hopes that Airey would stop with the princess squeals. And 30% hoping that the man would realize that James was not willing to engage in any further conversation.

And with that friendly exchange of words, James slowly turned his head back around to face the match ~~that he would not be watching~~.

If only James Draper were aware that his choice of nickname was uninspired and oh so very 2058. Also...if only Airey were even aware of the other man's thoughts and therefore could react and inform the man of his choices. Alas.

Quiet enough...Airey would have pinned the library as a more appropriate change of venue than a sporting event...gaming event...whichever it officially was labeled as. "Suppose being around creature feces all the time helps with he smell then," Airey brought up casually as his smooth as chunky peanut butter attempt at small talk.

30% officially 100% not realized.

Sitting back down, Airey leaned forward on his knees and - by pure coincidence - slightly over the man's shoulder. Just not close enough to not be able to dodge any sudden attempts at a first to the astronomer's face. "I actually have a bit of a favor to ask of you," he said upon clearing his throat. "Gryffindor to Gryffindor."

07-08-2016, 12:46 PM	#5 (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 Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Oh great. Was that the sound of a million nails scratching against a single chalkboard? Or was it just the shrill squeals of Airehead Flamsteed? Unfortunately for James Draper, it was the more insufferable option of the two. *"..... Airey,"* he turned reluctantly almost hoping that he was wrong. He wasn't by the way, he was never wrong. "Needed a change of venue to get these papers done," he said, flashing the assignments up so that the man could see. "Figured this place would be quiet enough," because who would possibly WANT to watch a Gobstones match? This place was BEGGING for any sign of life. Though of course, the one person who would actually watch a terribly boring game such as this one happened to be one of the most insufferable people in the entire school. And yes, James was 70% throwing shade in hopes that Airey would stop with the princess squeals. And 30% hoping that the man would realize that James was not willing to engage in any further conversation. And with that friendly exchange of words, James slowly turned his head back around to face the match ~~that he would not be watching~~. If only James Draper were aware that his choice of nickname was uninspired and oh so very 2058. Also...if only Airey were even aware of the other man's thoughts and therefore could react and inform the man of his choices. Alas. Quiet enough...Airey would have pinned the library as a more appropriate change of venue than a sporting event...gaming event...whichever it officially was labeled as. "Suppose being around creature feces all the time helps with he smell then," Airey brought up casually as his smooth as chunky peanut butter attempt at small talk. 30% officially 100% not realized. Sitting back down, Airey leaned forward on his knees and - by pure coincidence - slightly over the man's shoulder. Just not close enough to not be able to dodge any sudden attempts at a first to the astronomer's face. "I actually have a bit of a favor to ask of you," he said upon clearing his throat. "Gryffindor to Gryffindor." __________________ 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