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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
If the astronut knew the man's thoughts, it is likely that he would still remained unfazed. The initial SWEET SOLSTICE THIS MAN MAKES ME WANT TO WET MY TROUSERS phase had passed and while the glare was reminiscent at times of a certain former Headmistress...James was lacking a certain X chromosome to be truly terrifying.
"Toss up between ethyl mercaptan and butyl seleno-mercaptan," he mused, tapping his chin with his index finger. "Playing with hydrogen sulphide will do it too..." The astronomer couldn't help but maturely laugh at butyl seleno-mercaptan - which surely James was familiar with to some degree given its association with creatures - and it was amusing to the man that....'but' was part of the molecule's name. Butt would have been BETTER...but you can't win them all.
Grinning at his own sense of humor, Airey returned his attention to James and got lost for a moment as to what they were talking about. But fear not, he remembered soon enough. Just a bit of a pregnant pause had. "Oh, yes..." he nodded at the man's invitation. "I need to step away from Hogwarts this weekend on a bit of a...personal errand," he continued. James did not need to know the details nor was the Astronomy professor willing to share them. No one need know the state of his medical - for lack of a better word - condition until he had more conclusive results. "And thus am in need of someone to keep an eye on Gryffindor while I am away. I leave early Saturday morning and will be back Sunday evening in time for dinner." Pause. His options were quite slim. It was either the Potions professor who had literally poisoned his entirely class due to neglect...or the man before him who was rather indifferent and had more self preservation instincts than a Slytherin.
But hey, at least James had never poisoned anyone? That counted for something.
James Draper did not need a certain X chromosome to be terrifying. What the Astronaut--emphases on the NUT--had seen last term was only the beginning. And fortunately this hypothetical 'if' process was only directed in one way, as James considered himself quite lucky not to know any of Aireheads' thoughts, as it would probably bore him to death even more effectively than what was said out loud. The loud, gangly man had a knack for that. Getting on James' last nerves WHILE simultaneously inducing an ultimate desire for sleep. "... Right." James did not know what a ethyl mercaptan was nor did he care to learn. Sounded like a bunch of nerd jargon that meant absolutely nothing. Another reason why he chose not to converse with the space man. The blonde knew absolutely nothing of human interaction and manners, but seemed to recall everything about topics that had absolutely no real life application. Typical.
And now he was laughing to himself.
Even more typical.
Could James leave?
But out of what little respect he had left for the man, he stayed put and sat ready to hear whatever nonsense he'd go on about this time. But instead of being bored with another round of made up scientific lingo..... James' interest was actually peaked. Oh? You need a favor from US? How. Very. Interesting. "Personal errand?" he inquired, with lifted brows but still keeping his gaze set forward. Tell us more, tell us more. James wouldn't say yes that easily. That and what was in it for him? James was planning to fish out a grand deal here because if Airey had come to James for the favor.... Well, it must've meant options were tight.
And actually, James had poisoned a few. Not intentionally of course. The brownie delivery was well-intentioned.
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