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Tazzie · 09-26-2016, 09:52 AM

Owen, with his signature side grin in place, climbed up to the Astronomy tower in fairly good spirits. Sure, he missed Professor Flamsteed and his fun lessons but the 4th year Hufflepuff believed that someone like Professor Burbage can step up to the plate. Ghost Professors always had something interesting up their sleeve. He's also heard that she was a returning professor from a few years ago and that her lessons were downright noteworthy. So he kind of had expectations.

Bowing a bit as he entered, Owen greeted the lady Professor, "Good evening, maa'm." Hmm... Streamers? He glanced curiously at the woman again and the portrait on her desk (nope, face isn't ringing any bell), wondering what she had roasted up for them tonight, before sauntering over to his usual seat on the semicircle arrangement...

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Originally Posted by Nc.Ap.

Why.

Why was it so damn cold in here? The cold was literally the BANE of Mason's existence, and she was honestly not prepareed for this nonsense. Scowling slightly at the ghost responsible for said-nonsense, Mason tilted her blue-dyed head towards Professor Burbage, who still bore too eerily of a resemblance to Mason's grandmother.

"Professor." She said curtly, letting her eyes wander to the Hobbit-looking man that stared back at her from some old portrait.

Rolling her eyes, Mason made her way towards the semi-circulie-desks, claiming one of the ~~many~~ open seats as her own. She was obviously WAY too early, something that she almost never was. They only person that she was remotely familiar with was Hads' boy-toy, Curly Top.

*SSSSIIIGGGHHHHH*

...next to a not so usual seatmate.

"Hi," Owen said as he took his seat.

...

Parallax? Huh?

09-26-2016, 09:52 AM	#29 (permalink)
Tazzie DERP & DIMC Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: Amestris (GMT+8) Posts: 11,061 Hogwarts RPG Name: Harri Ainsworth Second Year x12	❄Suaviter in modo, fortiter in re❄\| ⚕=equivalent exchange=⚕ \| pinned ya! Owen, with his signature side grin in place, climbed up to the Astronomy tower in fairly good spirits. Sure, he missed Professor Flamsteed and his fun lessons but the 4th year Hufflepuff believed that someone like Professor Burbage can step up to the plate. Ghost Professors always had something interesting up their sleeve. He's also heard that she was a returning professor from a few years ago and that her lessons were downright noteworthy. So he kind of had expectations. Bowing a bit as he entered, Owen greeted the lady Professor, "Good evening, maa'm." Hmm... Streamers? He glanced curiously at the woman again and the portrait on her desk (nope, face isn't ringing any bell), wondering what she had roasted up for them tonight, before sauntering over to his usual seat on the semicircle arrangement... Quote: Originally Posted by Nc.Ap. Why. Why was it so damn cold in here? The cold was literally the BANE of Mason's existence, and she was honestly not prepareed for this nonsense. Scowling slightly at the ghost responsible for said-nonsense, Mason tilted her blue-dyed head towards Professor Burbage, who still bore too eerily of a resemblance to Mason's grandmother. "Professor." She said curtly, letting her eyes wander to the Hobbit-looking man that stared back at her from some old portrait. Rolling her eyes, Mason made her way towards the semi-circulie-desks, claiming one of the ~~many~~ open seats as her own. She was obviously WAY too early, something that she almost never was. They only person that she was remotely familiar with was Hads' boy-toy, Curly Top. SSSSIIIGGGHHHHH ...next to a not so usual seatmate. "Hi," Owen said as he took his seat. ... Parallax? Huh? __________________ ❏❏❏