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He frowned. "But perhaps you could explain to me... in a non-technical way, preferably, why Miss Laksh over there thinks she's of the arboreal persuasion. Miss Laksh, do you need to go to the nurs-," he shook his head, "the Hospital Wing?"
OH NOES.
Her plan had failed!
Drastic times, Gold knew, call for drastic measures. So she rose to her feet, and straightened up. "I'm fine, sir."
Pause.
Maybe she should explain?
"Trees like water," Gold said, as if that explained everything. "I like water, too, sir." Didn't Professor Antares like water? Gold would have to ask him, later on. But, right now, his attention = on Ellie.
Sooo. Gold slowwwly picked up her schoolbag, looked this way and that, and then began to make for the door. With slowww, sneakyyy steps. There it was! The door! Only two feet awayyyy! One foot, now!
SHE WAS FREE.
Once outside the door, Gold took deep breaths. Then she poked her head into the classroom through the doorway, and said, "Thank you for the amazing lesson, sir. It was one of the best I've attended, in my time at Hogwarts. Thanks for a wonderful year, altogether."
Then she slowwwly detracted her head from the doorway.
Abby nodded. That was exactly her thinking. But now she wondered.
"Okay. But I suppose if the junk were to be blown up somewhere out there by a collision or something, I thought maybe it'd just be recycled like the stars. They'd become a part of us," she said. Alright. She had taken up enough of the professor's time. Oh boy, she should have piped up while class was actually taking place. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and looked back up at Professor Antares. "Well, thank you again professor. It's been a lovely year."
Risu thought he understood the girl's point now. "I see what you're getting at," he said, glancing confusedly in the direction of Gold, slowly emerging from beneath her desk. "Er..." He blinked. "In a sense, all the stuff we'd shoot into space would probably end up being used somewhere else. Certainly not in ourselves, however - the timescales involved are far too grand for even the comparatively slow speed of evolution to be useful. But you are correct, given the right circumstances, such as, say, a high-speed collision with another object in space, the atoms contained within the, er, garbage could form new bonds that would be of use at a new location."
He smiled. "As I said, though, not a good argument not to recycle or, you know, live with the planet's scarce resources in mind." He raised his hand in a small wave as the girl turned around and wandered off towards the door. "Thank you. Until next term. See you at the feast."
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Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie
OH NOES.
Her plan had failed!
Drastic times, Gold knew, call for drastic measures. So she rose to her feet, and straightened up. "I'm fine, sir."
Pause.
Maybe she should explain?
"Trees like water," Gold said, as if that explained everything. "I like water, too, sir." Didn't Professor Antares like water? Gold would have to ask him, later on. But, right now, his attention = on Ellie.
Sooo. Gold slowwwly picked up her schoolbag, looked this way and that, and then began to make for the door. With slowww, sneakyyy steps. There it was! The door! Only two feet awayyyy! One foot, now!
SHE WAS FREE.
Once outside the door, Gold took deep breaths. Then she poked her head into the classroom through the doorway, and said, "Thank you for the amazing lesson, sir. It was one of the best I've attended, in my time at Hogwarts. Thanks for a wonderful year, altogether."
Then she slowwwly detracted her head from the doorway.
Must run back to the common room, at once!
This prefect was sneaky. Gold had nearly made it to the door when Risu was done talking to the other student, and by the time he realised this, she had already left.
Smiling to himself in a slightly puzzled way, Risu turned around to start tidying up his desk, but then the Gryffindor peeked in again from behind, Risu assumed, the safety of the door.
"Oh. Er..." He ran a hand through his hair in a self-conscious kind of way. "Well... Thank you very much, Miss Laksh," he managed. "It was a pleasure having you in my class. I hope to see you return nex-..." But she had disappeared.
"My opinion on ferrying garbage into space?" Risu asked. He paused to think. "Er, well... I guess if we were very close to being drowned in trash, it could be a short-term solution." He shrugged. "But I don't think it's a very good one. We should be trying to figure out ways to stop this problem from even cropping up in the first place. And I can think of any number of drawbacks to this interplanetary junkyard scheme."
He counted on his fingers. "One, it would take a ton of rockets to send everything into space. Which, of course, would first have to be transported to the launch pad... Dangerous materials such as, say, radioactive waste, could not be sent into space - the environmental impact if such a rocket exploded, for example, would be catastrophic. And, hmm... The rockets themselves would have to have enough fuel to get them away from the planet and out into space. And we'd better hope," he added with a slight smile, "that there is no intergalactic policing system in place to stop a species such as ours littering the Milky Way."
Risu raised his arms in a consolatory gesture. "Don't panic, please, Miss Stone. I am quite sure you - and everyone else- will be able to cope with the coursework. It might be more technical, but much more straightforward to learn and comprehend as well."
He frowned. "But perhaps you could explain to me... in a non-technical way, preferably, why Miss Laksh over there thinks she's of the arboreal persuasion. Miss Laksh, do you need to go to the nurs-," he shook his head, "the Hospital Wing?"
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Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie
OH NOES.
Her plan had failed!
Drastic times, Gold knew, call for drastic measures. So she rose to her feet, and straightened up. "I'm fine, sir."
Pause.
Maybe she should explain?
"Trees like water," Gold said, as if that explained everything. "I like water, too, sir." Didn't Professor Antares like water? Gold would have to ask him, later on. But, right now, his attention = on Ellie.
Sooo. Gold slowwwly picked up her schoolbag, looked this way and that, and then began to make for the door. With slowww, sneakyyy steps. There it was! The door! Only two feet awayyyy! One foot, now!
SHE WAS FREE.
Once outside the door, Gold took deep breaths. Then she poked her head into the classroom through the doorway, and said, "Thank you for the amazing lesson, sir. It was one of the best I've attended, in my time at Hogwarts. Thanks for a wonderful year, altogether."
Then she slowwwly detracted her head from the doorway.
Must run back to the common room, at once!
Ellie was ABOUT to answer. And she had a really good one thought up, too. And she was really excited to say it. And her mouth had opened...
When Gold had answered instead. Okay, that's cool. She smiled at the sixth year. They need to be friends. Even if they did have some uber huge age difference. She just liked Gold. Aaand her crazy hiding under desks ways...
Well..obviously, Professor Antares. I'm a dogwood tree. Mostly because I like dogs. But I like water, too." she nodded very seriously. Keeping up the 'nothing strange going on here' act. "But now I'm Ellie and I'm going to go and fulfill my treeness wantings by getting a glass of water." Then she cocked her head and looked the teacher in the eye. "You should, too. You knowwww what happens to people who don't drink enough water, don't you?" She was sure he did as he was all sciency and stuff, but she'd tell him anyway. Just to scare him. "They shrivel up like a raisin." she whispered.
Then she grabbed her stuff and walked out. "I'll look forward to the simple stuff next term. Have a good summer and stuff." Now her voice was all happy and cheery. And she contented herself with humming down the corridor.
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