SnitchSeeker.com - View Single Post

sweetpinkpixie · 05-27-2021, 11:48 PM

While Airey still refrained from consuming anything not made by his or Medea's own hand, he did sometimes bring his packed lunch in one of his 50 collector's item lunch boxes to the food court to eat among his colleague and climb out of the depths of experimental magic and chaos that was Level 9. Today he had his favorite (he had many favorites) Spock and Kirk lunch box with him and, seeing that it was still early in the day, had decided he would savor some of his apple slices before taking the lifts to Mysteries. So it was by pure happenstance that he entered the foot court on this day. The last time he had eaten here...he had turned into a cheetah...so perhaps the weekly visit was a way of him facing a fear.

Hard to tell.

However, upon entry his forget-me-not blues fell upon something that was certainly NOT meant to be where it was. Not that ~~Miss Greenwell~~ Mrs. Grimm was not a treat, but her body had absolutely no business laying across the pudding bar like it was. He recalled the girl being quite the glutton during her Hogwarts days, but it was hardly a crime to enjoy delicious foods ... but surely there were better things to indulge in than the Ministry's pudding. He also knew that Law Enforcement was difficult, but surely the relaxation pods would provide a much more suitable space for a nap.

Approaching his former pupil with long strides, Airey was about to suggest just that when his folly became all too clear and he DROPPED his metallic lunch box to the ground. It was delicate in its old age and doing so had scrapped up the side a bit, but the department head was not paying attention to that. For now. "Mrs. Grimm? Mrs. Grimm?" he spoke hurriedly as he attempted to turn her over where she lay. "...P...Penelope?" His voice was a bit strained now as he padded his pockets for his wand. "Rennervate."

05-27-2021, 11:48 PM	#10 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,832 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 While Airey still refrained from consuming anything not made by his or Medea's own hand, he did sometimes bring his packed lunch in one of his 50 collector's item lunch boxes to the food court to eat among his colleague and climb out of the depths of experimental magic and chaos that was Level 9. Today he had his favorite (he had many favorites) Spock and Kirk lunch box with him and, seeing that it was still early in the day, had decided he would savor some of his apple slices before taking the lifts to Mysteries. So it was by pure happenstance that he entered the foot court on this day. The last time he had eaten here...he had turned into a cheetah...so perhaps the weekly visit was a way of him facing a fear. Hard to tell. However, upon entry his forget-me-not blues fell upon something that was certainly NOT meant to be where it was. Not that ~~Miss Greenwell~~ Mrs. Grimm was not a treat, but her body had absolutely no business laying across the pudding bar like it was. He recalled the girl being quite the glutton during her Hogwarts days, but it was hardly a crime to enjoy delicious foods ... but surely there were better things to indulge in than the Ministry's pudding. He also knew that Law Enforcement was difficult, but surely the relaxation pods would provide a much more suitable space for a nap. Approaching his former pupil with long strides, Airey was about to suggest just that when his folly became all too clear and he DROPPED his metallic lunch box to the ground. It was delicate in its old age and doing so had scrapped up the side a bit, but the department head was not paying attention to that. For now. "Mrs. Grimm? Mrs. Grimm?" he spoke hurriedly as he attempted to turn her over where she lay. "...P...Penelope?" His voice was a bit strained now as he padded his pockets for his wand. "Rennervate." __________________ 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