If this is your first visit, be sure to check out the FAQ by clicking the link above.
You may have to register before you can post: click the register link above to proceed.
To start viewing messages, select the forum that you want to visit from the selection below.
Perhaps the first thing you notice as you enter Professor Flamsteed's office is that it is...clean. Ridiculously clean. While he is not exactly obsessive compulsive about cleanliness, Professor Flamsteed highly values organization and keeps everything in a specific location. Needless to say, if one of his quills is at an odd angle ... he will notice. The wood cabinets above his desk are filled with all sorts of reference books on all branches astronomy on the left side while the right side is filled with works of muggle science fiction ranging from Douglas Adams to H.G. Wells to Robert Heinlein and everyone in between. His desk is mostly empty except for some black accents and a comfortable looking pink pillow.
On the walls are a few framed pieces of abstract line and paint splatter artwork that Professor Flamsteed has collected over the years along with a drawing given to him by a student in a black frame. There is a black sofa up against one of the walls with a pet house on the floor beside it where Pebbles sleeps when not on the pink pillow on the desk. To the right of the black sofa and is a wooden closet, SIGNIFICANTLY smaller than the one from last term, where Professor Flamsteed keeps a few freshly pressed suits from his extensive collection, just in case, and to the left of this is a rather impressive looking tie display case. Located opposite of Professor Flamsteed's desk is yet another display case, but this one is filled with all sorts of muggle science fiction models that he has built and painted himself - a hobby of his when he is not busy teaching, grading, or researching. However, the number of these models present is about half the number there were last term.
OOC: please do not post here without having been invited in by Professor Flamsteed from the waiting area or else risk your post being unceremoniously deleted.
Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor
Leprechaun
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 40,237
Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne
Gryffindor
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington
Slytherin
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks
Gryffindor
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 DaniDiNardo
Lex was still looking around the office. It was much cleaner than the Common Room and her dorm combined. He must have used like a zillion cleaning charms. That's the only way she saw it being possible. The most cleaning her dorm saw was the vacuum cleaning. Thanks for that Professor.
The only reason she was pulled from her absent-minded staring was the offer of hot CHOCOLATE. She grinned over at the man. "Yes please, but after the ice-cream because my Daddy says you shouldn't mix the two. I don't know why...you just shouldn't." And now she thought to question him about it. What would happen when you did???
A rather curious thought.
Her eyes fell on the bowls of ice-cream--what's that...? Actual spoons. The metal kind! Good merlin! She hadn't seen one of those since she left home!!! Professor Airey was living the good life.
Lex took the bowl when it was offered then plopped down in one of the empty seats. "Oh, right, the Tower Patch. I was trying to get some cleaning done in it earlier but then Felix and I got to the fountain and I realized just how much of a problem I would have getting the inside clean. Water keeps pouring into the fountain and I don't know how to make it stop or how to empty the fountain itself while I get the insides and the bottom cleaned. Now it's bugging me, taunting me really, saying I couldn't do it. I was wondering if you could suggest something or if you could empty the fountain so I can have it properly cleaned." That was a lot of talking. She turned her attention to the ice-cream and shoveled a few spoonsful into her mouth while she waited on his response.
"This is good ice-cream by the way." Just an after thought.
Shouldn't mix the two? What could one not mix with ice cream? Okay, well, tuna fish and things or that sort were probably not the best to mix with ice cream...but even so it probably wouldn't taste all that bad. Maybe he should try it some time. "Well, I can't go against your father's rules, so just the ice cream for you then," he said as he leaned back in his seat. "For now at least." Wink.
Sipping on his drink a bit, his eyes widened at her words. Huh, he hadn't even thought about that. "Are you familiar with the Cleaning Charm, Tergeo?" he asked while taking another sip of his drink and did some epic toe wiggling under his desk. "It is a charm that will siphon any liquid. You will probably need assistance to remove all the water though." It WAS a bit much for someone her age to remove all of that water. "Now, it will only remove the liquid. So any sticks or leaves or goop that is in there will remain." Just to clarify. "I can assist you if you get a team together. Grab a few of your friends and just let me know when to meet you."
__________________
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 withfire and gold in our eyes
Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Shouldn't mix the two? What could one not mix with ice cream? Okay, well, tuna fish and things or that sort were probably not the best to mix with ice cream...but even so it probably wouldn't taste all that bad. Maybe he should try it some time. "Well, I can't go against your father's rules, so just the ice cream for you then," he said as he leaned back in his seat. "For now at least." Wink.
Sipping on his drink a bit, his eyes widened at her words. Huh, he hadn't even thought about that. "Are you familiar with the Cleaning Charm, Tergeo?" he asked while taking another sip of his drink and did some epic toe wiggling under his desk. "It is a charm that will siphon any liquid. You will probably need assistance to remove all the water though." It WAS a bit much for someone her age to remove all of that water. "Now, it will only remove the liquid. So any sticks or leaves or goop that is in there will remain." Just to clarify. "I can assist you if you get a team together. Grab a few of your friends and just let me know when to meet you."
Her face nearly fell into something resembling a scowl but that was averted by the latter part of his 'no ice-cream for you' statement and the wink. Yup, those made it better and she could continue happily eating away at her ice-cream. Really it wasn't so much the mixing of the two substances but more...the temperatures? He insisted that hot and cold things didn't go well at the same time and she wasn't really going to make a fuss about it.
Tergeo...? "Never heard of it." Lex sat forward in her seat, listening to the explanation of the spell she'd never heard of. Why was she never in the know when it came to cleaning spells? Those seemed to be the most needed of late.
Her head nodded slowly as she took in all he was saying. Team. Group of her friends. He'd be helping. She thought to ask if he knew how to turn the fountain off so it wouldn't keep pouring more water in while they were removing the water already there but then he said he'd be helping so he'd figure it out by the time he got there. "I think I can do that...how many people would we need? Is it a big job when you get down to it?" She was taking this very seriously. There was NOTHING Alexa Cambridge couldn't do. You hear that fountain? HMMM???
__________________
Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
Puff by day, snake by night | Mj's bestie | Always UP to Something...
Minerva had focused on his words more so she knew what he was exactly saying, well that made more sense than just giving up completely. She could understand finding a new direction for the same goal. “Oh, I’m sorry I did misunderstand you at first. That makes perfect sense. “ Why didn’t she see that before. Just because she failed at the OWL didn’t mean she couldn’t learn the stuff, “Professor, do you think a person could learn something and not be able to show it because well maybe they just aren’t that good at taking test? Or nerves could get involved and even though they knew it, it might not have shown because of their nerves?” She had her self so freaked out taking those test, maybe that’s what happened on most of them. “Professor, I don’t know if I will do Astronomy for my NEWTS, but it doesn’t mean I want to fail at the subject or that I want to walk away from it. I did like your class until that OWL score, I will admit and I hope you don’t take this personal, but I was not very thrilled to be in class. It wasn’t you nor the stuff we were learning, I think I just felt so bad about how poorly a performed, that I really didn’t feel like I should be wasting your time or other students time being there, but if it’s alright with you I would like to continue being in your class.” Yes, she was willing to work hard and try to do better. As he spoke of what she wanted to do she gave a small smile, “Well I’m really thinking about becoming a healer professor. Once of my favorite things is to help people, so what better way to help then go into a career that helps.” She was excited about this choice and was really wanting to achieve goals to get there.. Her first, getting her self confidence back in charms and all the other classes that it had been shaken from this summer.
Thinking about the books she smiled, “I will look into these books. I was headed to the library soon to pick up some extra charm books that were recommended to me. Since I don’t have OWLs this term, I’m hoping to get some extra reading in.” In between classes, school work, quidditch, and Ethan she couldn’t wait to get some of these books to read.
She listened as he spoke of basketball, well that was interesting. Business, her mind wondered what type of business and astronomy professor would have that would make him travel. Maybe training like her mother use to do for her teaching position. She then shook her head, “I played for fun a bit, but never really got into the actual sport. I’m more of an American Football and Hockey fan.” Those were her favorite sports and she hated they were played while she was here, so she never got to see or hear about her teams.
SHE HAD NO IDEA HOW TERRIBLE IT WAS! Selling some of his favorite mecha models. Those were collector's items they were! But he had needed to to afford some other things that were more essential.
Which was REALLY hard to say about some of his Star Trek collectibles...
Man!wibbling aside, the girl had his full and undivided attention now. Oh, right that. He should have known that not all students were keen on his sense of humor - especially when it went on to be black humor. "Ah." Was all he said in response. It was a fact, however. But probably not what she wanted to hear. "And...I take it the comment was unsettling for you?"
She wasn't going to cry too, was she? He had already had a few of those in his office and he really did not want more. Please.
Perhaps. Perhaps Lottie didn't truly know how bad this was on Airey, though...based on his face (his eyes, really), it was the worst thing that could ever happen. Besides not being able to be an astronaut, that is.
By now, the tea was less hot, and she was able to taste it slightly without burning her tongue. It brought a smile to her face, but that didn't last long because she had to maintain a certain facade. Ah? Hey, nice to know you remember, Professor Airey. Oh, unsettling? Lottie looked away for a moment, up to his tie collection and pondered for a little while. She sipped more tea. And then some more.
He was waiting for a reply, was he not?
There was no crying in Astronomy, so Airey had nothing to worry about. Her eyes were back on him, she had an answer. "It's not unsettling, really...," few things were, and she couldn't name a single one at the moment, "...it is more of a 'What's the point?' sort of thing." Definitely. That was it. If they're all dying then why BOTHER with things.
This brought her a question, but it was more for Professor Botros than for Professor Flamsteed. Age-related, so Airey should take no offense.
Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor
Leprechaun
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 40,237
Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne
Gryffindor
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington
Slytherin
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks
Gryffindor
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
SPOILER!!: Alexa!
Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
Her face nearly fell into something resembling a scowl but that was averted by the latter part of his 'no ice-cream for you' statement and the wink. Yup, those made it better and she could continue happily eating away at her ice-cream. Really it wasn't so much the mixing of the two substances but more...the temperatures? He insisted that hot and cold things didn't go well at the same time and she wasn't really going to make a fuss about it.
Tergeo...? "Never heard of it." Lex sat forward in her seat, listening to the explanation of the spell she'd never heard of. Why was she never in the know when it came to cleaning spells? Those seemed to be the most needed of late.
Her head nodded slowly as she took in all he was saying. Team. Group of her friends. He'd be helping. She thought to ask if he knew how to turn the fountain off so it wouldn't keep pouring more water in while they were removing the water already there but then he said he'd be helping so he'd figure it out by the time he got there. "I think I can do that...how many people would we need? Is it a big job when you get down to it?" She was taking this very seriously. There was NOTHING Alexa Cambridge couldn't do. You hear that fountain? HMMM???
"Well, now you have," he declared with a grin. "Very useful spell for spill and the like. You can use it post quidditch as well if you suffered injury involving blood." Just for the record. Heh.
"Hmm, this sounds like one of those muggle light bulb jokes in the making. How many Gryffindors does it take to siphon water from a fountain," he chuckled. Only he really had no idea what the punchline would be. Would there even be one? So many unanswered questions. "Perhaps five of us in total just to be safe. So you, me, and three other friends. Of course they do not need to be Gryffindors. I was just making a joke earlier." One that made no sense whatsoever. "The spell is rather simple, assuming one has the proper concentration. So even a first year should be able to handle it."
SPOILER!!: Minerva
Quote:
Originally Posted by Bazinga
Minerva had focused on his words more so she knew what he was exactly saying, well that made more sense than just giving up completely. She could understand finding a new direction for the same goal. “Oh, I’m sorry I did misunderstand you at first. That makes perfect sense. “ Why didn’t she see that before. Just because she failed at the OWL didn’t mean she couldn’t learn the stuff, “Professor, do you think a person could learn something and not be able to show it because well maybe they just aren’t that good at taking test? Or nerves could get involved and even though they knew it, it might not have shown because of their nerves?” She had her self so freaked out taking those test, maybe that’s what happened on most of them. “Professor, I don’t know if I will do Astronomy for my NEWTS, but it doesn’t mean I want to fail at the subject or that I want to walk away from it. I did like your class until that OWL score, I will admit and I hope you don’t take this personal, but I was not very thrilled to be in class. It wasn’t you nor the stuff we were learning, I think I just felt so bad about how poorly a performed, that I really didn’t feel like I should be wasting your time or other students time being there, but if it’s alright with you I would like to continue being in your class.” Yes, she was willing to work hard and try to do better. As he spoke of what she wanted to do she gave a small smile, “Well I’m really thinking about becoming a healer professor. Once of my favorite things is to help people, so what better way to help then go into a career that helps.” She was excited about this choice and was really wanting to achieve goals to get there.. Her first, getting her self confidence back in charms and all the other classes that it had been shaken from this summer.
Thinking about the books she smiled, “I will look into these books. I was headed to the library soon to pick up some extra charm books that were recommended to me. Since I don’t have OWLs this term, I’m hoping to get some extra reading in.” In between classes, school work, quidditch, and Ethan she couldn’t wait to get some of these books to read.
She listened as he spoke of basketball, well that was interesting. Business, her mind wondered what type of business and astronomy professor would have that would make him travel. Maybe training like her mother use to do for her teaching position. She then shook her head, “I played for fun a bit, but never really got into the actual sport. I’m more of an American Football and Hockey fan.” Those were her favorite sports and she hated they were played while she was here, so she never got to see or hear about her teams.
Glad that their miscommunication had been cleared up, the professor was able to relax his shoulders a bit and relax into his seat. Clearing things up also meant that Miss Wheatborn would not start crying again and he could not panic. All very good things. "I would believe so, yes," he nodded. "Unfortunately for educators tests are a method that we must rely on. I can tell you that your practical was excellent. It was the theoretical you fell short on." And he wished that he could say that that was good enough for him, but that would be like telling an astronaut that just because they knew how to punch the launch button meant they were qualified to pilot a spacecraft. "As you well know, each person has their strengths and weaknesses. What is important to do is to not let our weaknesses exploit us." Which all went back to what he was saying earlier.
He was back to chuckling a bit. "None taken, Miss Wheatborn." Really, the only way he would have taken it personally would be if he had told him that his subject was more worthless than Divination. "And you are more than welcome to continue to attend my lessons. Who knows, perhaps by your 7th year you will have changed your mind." Oh! Healing! That was a mighty fine profession. Messy. But a good one. "I wish you luck in your pursuit then. You ough to speak to Ce--- Healer Tillstorm about that." Granted Airey was pretty sure the woman would provide no peptalk for the Hufflepuff, he was still sure that she could offer good advice and information. As long as Miss Wheatborn kept an open mind and her patience.
Nodding his head in regards to the books, his eyes lit up just a bit when she began to talk about other muggle sports. "I prefer the original football. The one those Americans call socker. It seems more polished. I do not enjoy the stop and go of the other one."
SPOILER!!: we feel special you put it down for us <333
Quote:
Originally Posted by Lockhartian
Perhaps. Perhaps Lottie didn't truly know how bad this was on Airey, though...based on his face (his eyes, really), it was the worst thing that could ever happen. Besides not being able to be an astronaut, that is.
By now, the tea was less hot, and she was able to taste it slightly without burning her tongue. It brought a smile to her face, but that didn't last long because she had to maintain a certain facade. Ah? Hey, nice to know you remember, Professor Airey. Oh, unsettling? Lottie looked away for a moment, up to his tie collection and pondered for a little while. She sipped more tea. And then some more.
He was waiting for a reply, was he not?
There was no crying in Astronomy, so Airey had nothing to worry about. Her eyes were back on him, she had an answer. "It's not unsettling, really...," few things were, and she couldn't name a single one at the moment, "...it is more of a 'What's the point?' sort of thing." Definitely. That was it. If they're all dying then why BOTHER with things.
This brought her a question, but it was more for Professor Botros than for Professor Flamsteed. Age-related, so Airey should take no offense.
Oh. Well. That was good then. Meaning that he was glad he had not traumatized the girl from his lesson. Miss Wisteria didn't seem the sort to get that way now that he thought of it. She had awfully thick skin for a Hufflepuff.
Her question made him rub the back of his neck anxiously for a moment and he thought about loosening his tie a bit more. What was the point? That WAS the question of the universe now, wasn't it? "If you are asking me what the meaning of life is, Miss Wisteria, I am afraid I cannot answer that for you. It is an answer that you must find for yourself." Or so he believed. It wasn't as though there was a guidebook somewhere with answers written down for that sort of thing. "I can tell you that the point, not meaning because that is different, is that life is a whole different experience when you understand what guides you. The point is finding your purpose and...," he reached behind him and grabbed some parchment and quill. "...just like in science there is an equation." Or so his father had once told a young Airey Flamsteed. "Your Values + Strengths + Passions + Service = Your Purpose."
__________________
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 withfire and gold in our eyes
Oh. Well. That was good then. Meaning that he was glad he had not traumatized the girl from his lesson. Miss Wisteria didn't seem the sort to get that way now that he thought of it. She had awfully thick skin for a Hufflepuff.
Her question made him rub the back of his neck anxiously for a moment and he thought about loosening his tie a bit more. What was the point? That WAS the question of the universe now, wasn't it? "If you are asking me what the meaning of life is, Miss Wisteria, I am afraid I cannot answer that for you. It is an answer that you must find for yourself." Or so he believed. It wasn't as though there was a guidebook somewhere with answers written down for that sort of thing. "I can tell you that the point, not meaning because that is different, is that life is a whole different experience when you understand what guides you. The point is finding your purpose and...," he reached behind him and grabbed some parchment and quill. "...just like in science there is an equation." Or so his father had once told a young Airey Flamsteed. "Your Values + Strengths + Passions + Service = Your Purpose."
No, not the meaning. The meaning was an entirely different thing. And just as Lottie was about to correct Airey...he agreed with her as well. Yes, the meaning of life probably had no meaning. That's how things work. But we're not getting into this right now.
Points. Go.
The girl listened to him and sipped her tea once or twice as she kept her attention on him. He had no idea, did he? Or some idea. Equations again? Was this like Transfiguration? It truly wasn't a problem if it was like Transfiguration. That was her second best class. Guess which one was her first and favorite? We're standing in front of the Professor. *whistles*
Suddenly, she felt like a five year old and wanted to ask 'Why?'. Why was it necessary to find a purpose if they were allllllllll dyiiiiing. Okay, enough with the drama. Chances are that she'll die before the universe does.
After ALL the explanation, Lottie smiled and looked towards the ties again. "Have you found your purpose yet, Professor?" Blue eyes back on him.
Puff by day, snake by night | Mj's bestie | Always UP to Something...
So she did better at the practical part, that didn’t actually surprise Minerva. As much as test didn’t both her, last term was not her best and she worried so much and freaked out about each exam, most of the time coming up short with answers. “Well at least I know where my weakness is and where I need to do better.” That did make her feel a bit better. Actually this entire talk was making her feel tons better. She actually even gave a real smile to Professor Flamsteed.
And speaking of a lighter tone, he was chuckling at her words, so she was relieved that he did not take offense to her words about his class. Minerva smiled, ”Thank you professor, I will do my best and try extra hard to prove that OWL exam didn’t really know what it was talking about.” She gave a true confident smile. Now that she knew what went wrong, she knew she most likely could prove to fix it. ”Well we will see about seventh year, but if I do decide and would need a bit of extra help to prepare would it be alright to come to you?” She knew it was a year away, well even a little over a year away, but it was good to be prepared, well at least she thought it was. Shifting a little uncomfortable in her seat, Minerva gave a nod, “Yes I’ve actually had two other people suggest I see her as well. I know she has different hours this term, so I plan on owling her first.” Well that was the plan at least!
Listening to him talk of the muggle sport, Min just smiled, “Well I think you either like them or you don’t. I have never been much of a soccer fan.” As much as she liked speaking of muggle things, Minerva didn’t want to keep him all day. “Well Professor, I feel like I’ve taken a lot of your time, so if you don’t mind I’ll leave you now and maybe head over to the library.” Yes, she wanted to get her hands on those charms books and while there look into the astronomy books.
Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
"Well, now you have," he declared with a grin. "Very useful spell for spill and the like. You can use it post quidditch as well if you suffered injury involving blood." Just for the record. Heh.
"Hmm, this sounds like one of those muggle light bulb jokes in the making. How many Gryffindors does it take to siphon water from a fountain," he chuckled. Only he really had no idea what the punchline would be. Would there even be one? So many unanswered questions. "Perhaps five of us in total just to be safe. So you, me, and three other friends. Of course they do not need to be Gryffindors. I was just making a joke earlier." One that made no sense whatsoever. "The spell is rather simple, assuming one has the proper concentration. So even a first year should be able to handle it."
"Mhm, I do!" She said with a grin and an enthusiastic nod. Lex liked learning new spells, usually she could find some use for them that would make her life either easier or more entertaining. Personally she preferred the ones that left her thoroughly entertained but this was good. "And what's the wand movement for it?" Also, thanks Professor. She'd never thought about Quidditch related injuries that involved blood before now. " Um...we have wonderful beaters...I don't think I'll leave the pitch bleeding...thanks."
Seriously .____.
Blink. Blink.
"I'm not sure Professor but...did you just insult Gryffindor?" She asked with an eyebrow raised. "That joke...it's not typically a funny one." She'd heard it before--used it too but never for anything good; more for her amusement. Her gaze shifted to momentarily to the door where she heard a faint scratching coming from the other side.
The ice-cream had almost made her forget about her baby left out in the corridor. "Five sounds good." She said, focusing on him again. "Three more people shouldn't be too hard to find--" [i]Scratch scratch. "Erm...Professor, are you sure I can't let him in?" On the plus side, at least she knew he was still there instead of digesting someone's owl!
__________________
Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
Super Slytherin Buddy | | ⅓ She-Snake Trio | | a normal girl with normal knees
Medea made suuuure that Airey would be busy for quite awhile before she even attempted to go anymore near his office. With the amount of suits he owned though, and the amount of itching powder she'd put in them, he'd be doing laundry for awhile, which gave her the amount of time she needed to do this. A particularly grumpy looking cat sat heavily in her arms as she stopped outside his door, examining it momentarily. Why yes, she did know how to take down the charms and whatnot that was placed upon it.
She was the one that put them up after all.
It wasn't long before she was in the office, randomly placing her cat on the very clean looking black sofa; a few cat hairs already falling off and contrasting greatly against the material. The defense professor sniffled quietly, grumbling in her mind on how she could STILL feel the tingle of the sneezing powder in her nose, despite the fact that all sneezing had stopped. Her poor students had to suffer the same fate during her lesson. The students! Huffing, Medea put her hair up into a messy pony tail, rolled up her sleeves, and took out her wand. "Time to get to work, Alfonso." she murmured as she started on her long task, a small smile appearing on her lips as the cat meowed in return and went exploring around the room...cat hair falling here and there.
Around the time she finished, she wiped the invisible beads of non-existent sweat off her forehead and stood to admire her handiwork before giving her kitty a little hug goodbye with an epic speech about how she'd spoil him later. He deserved it after all, considering she was leaving him in the office of a man who despised cats. Closing the door behind her, she placed the protective charms back up and took a note out of her back pocket that had a particular smiley face on it. Sticking it upon the door, the professor smirked before turning and jogging all the way back down to her floor level.
[
No, not the meaning. The meaning was an entirely different thing. And just as Lottie was about to correct Airey...he agreed with her as well. Yes, the meaning of life probably had no meaning. That's how things work. But we're not getting into this right now.
Points. Go.
The girl listened to him and sipped her tea once or twice as she kept her attention on him. He had no idea, did he? Or some idea. Equations again? Was this like Transfiguration? It truly wasn't a problem if it was like Transfiguration. That was her second best class. Guess which one was her first and favorite? We're standing in front of the Professor. *whistles*
Suddenly, she felt like a five year old and wanted to ask 'Why?'. Why was it necessary to find a purpose if they were allllllllll dyiiiiing. Okay, enough with the drama. Chances are that she'll die before the universe does.
After ALL the explanation, Lottie smiled and looked towards the ties again. "Have you found your purpose yet, Professor?" Blue eyes back on him.
Entertaining the thought of making another cup of tea, Airey's attention fell on the Snake in Hufflepuff robes before him and he simply observed her. She seemed to be thinking deeply about it all - and probably grumbling in her head about how his words had made little sense and were of zero comfort. He was new at this. Don't hold it against him, okay?
Just as the silence was becoming uncomfortable and he felt the need to squirm a bit in his seat, he found himself taken aback by her question. His purpose? He wasn't entirely sure about that. Had she been asking his 15-year-old self what that was, he would have easily answered that becoming an astronaut and exploring space was his purpose...but now that dream was clearly gone. He had felt without purpose for a long time until he found the field of education. Although he hardly felt like his core purpose was education. Yes, he enjoyed it...but that was something different.
Core...his core...his center...
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he looked back at Miss Wisteria. "I would consider it to be more what is at my center," he said. Just to clarify terms and his thinking. "But I would have to say laughter."
Which probably explained more than a few things about him.
"What about you, Miss Wisteria?"
SPOILER!!: Minnie!Puff. Just to wrap you up here mostly <33
Quote:
Originally Posted by Bazinga
So she did better at the practical part, that didn’t actually surprise Minerva. As much as test didn’t both her, last term was not her best and she worried so much and freaked out about each exam, most of the time coming up short with answers. “Well at least I know where my weakness is and where I need to do better.” That did make her feel a bit better. Actually this entire talk was making her feel tons better. She actually even gave a real smile to Professor Flamsteed.
And speaking of a lighter tone, he was chuckling at her words, so she was relieved that he did not take offense to her words about his class. Minerva smiled, ”Thank you professor, I will do my best and try extra hard to prove that OWL exam didn’t really know what it was talking about.” She gave a true confident smile. Now that she knew what went wrong, she knew she most likely could prove to fix it. ”Well we will see about seventh year, but if I do decide and would need a bit of extra help to prepare would it be alright to come to you?” She knew it was a year away, well even a little over a year away, but it was good to be prepared, well at least she thought it was. Shifting a little uncomfortable in her seat, Minerva gave a nod, “Yes I’ve actually had two other people suggest I see her as well. I know she has different hours this term, so I plan on owling her first.” Well that was the plan at least!
Listening to him talk of the muggle sport, Min just smiled, “Well I think you either like them or you don’t. I have never been much of a soccer fan.” As much as she liked speaking of muggle things, Minerva didn’t want to keep him all day. “Well Professor, I feel like I’ve taken a lot of your time, so if you don’t mind I’ll leave you now and maybe head over to the library.” Yes, she wanted to get her hands on those charms books and while there look into the astronomy books.
Yes yes good good. All good things to hear and Airey acknowledged her words with some very lively head shaking. "I have every confidence in your abilities, Miss Wheatborn. And of course if you need me to assist you with your studies by all means ask."
And he wondered if perhaps he should give Cece the heads up that the girl was coming for a visit....nah. He would just let the woman be surprised.
"Alright then," he said while giving his wand a firm flick towards the door to open it for her. "Thank you for coming and clearing some things up for me, Miss Wheatborn, and good luck on your studies."
SPOILER!!: Alexa! :3
Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
"Mhm, I do!" She said with a grin and an enthusiastic nod. Lex liked learning new spells, usually she could find some use for them that would make her life either easier or more entertaining. Personally she preferred the ones that left her thoroughly entertained but this was good. "And what's the wand movement for it?" Also, thanks Professor. She'd never thought about Quidditch related injuries that involved blood before now. " Um...we have wonderful beaters...I don't think I'll leave the pitch bleeding...thanks."
Seriously .____.
Blink. Blink.
"I'm not sure Professor but...did you just insult Gryffindor?" She asked with an eyebrow raised. "That joke...it's not typically a funny one." She'd heard it before--used it too but never for anything good; more for her amusement. Her gaze shifted to momentarily to the door where she heard a faint scratching coming from the other side.
The ice-cream had almost made her forget about her baby left out in the corridor. "Five sounds good." She said, focusing on him again. "Three more people shouldn't be too hard to find--" [i]Scratch scratch. "Erm...Professor, are you sure I can't let him in?" On the plus side, at least she knew he was still there instead of digesting someone's owl!
"The movement is quite simple. Just need to point your wand while moving it around the areas that need cleaning." Really simple stuff really - especially compared to some of the charms and spells that Bellaire was expecting kids to perform. He had to wonder how a certain first year Hufflepuff was fairing....
"Of course not!" he chuckled. "Miss Cambridge, I would never insult my former house. Perhaps I just do not know the proper way to use the joke." Which was probably just about right. Although there could be a witty way to end this particular one, but he was back to thinking about the Tower Patch and what all to do there. "Excellent. I shall meet you there then."
............................
Let a CAT in here....no way. NOOOOOOOO way.
"No, but if you have no further questions you can reunite yourself with it outside the office." And then he would go lint roller happy on everything to make sure his seating area was clean.
SPOILER!!: MEDEA!
Quote:
Originally Posted by Roselyn
Medea made suuuure that Airey would be busy for quite awhile before she even attempted to go anymore near his office. With the amount of suits he owned though, and the amount of itching powder she'd put in them, he'd be doing laundry for awhile, which gave her the amount of time she needed to do this. A particularly grumpy looking cat sat heavily in her arms as she stopped outside his door, examining it momentarily. Why yes, she did know how to take down the charms and whatnot that was placed upon it.
She was the one that put them up after all.
It wasn't long before she was in the office, randomly placing her cat on the very clean looking black sofa; a few cat hairs already falling off and contrasting greatly against the material. The defense professor sniffled quietly, grumbling in her mind on how she could STILL feel the tingle of the sneezing powder in her nose, despite the fact that all sneezing had stopped. Her poor students had to suffer the same fate during her lesson. The students! Huffing, Medea put her hair up into a messy pony tail, rolled up her sleeves, and took out her wand. "Time to get to work, Alfonso." she murmured as she started on her long task, a small smile appearing on her lips as the cat meowed in return and went exploring around the room...cat hair falling here and there.
Around the time she finished, she wiped the invisible beads of non-existent sweat off her forehead and stood to admire her handiwork before giving her kitty a little hug goodbye with an epic speech about how she'd spoil him later. He deserved it after all, considering she was leaving him in the office of a man who despised cats. Closing the door behind her, she placed the protective charms back up and took a note out of her back pocket that had a particular smiley face on it. Sticking it upon the door, the professor smirked before turning and jogging all the way back down to her floor level.
This truly meant war, Flamsteed.
Airey had been standing outside his office for a solid five minutes according to his sundial watch before he had entered. The smiley face....HER smiley face...he knew she had done something and now he was as paranoid as a a garden gnome on degnoming day in the greenhouses.
Pocketing her note, he slooooooooooooooowly opened the door and stepped inside when
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
BLAZINGCOMETS
WHATWASTHATDOINGINHERE?!
He hadn't even registered what all she had done to his office. Seeing the feline monster in there had been more than enough for him.
Practically slamming the door shut, Airey began the seemingly long journey towards Medea's office while his entire body trembled.
And yes. He was indeed doing some serious man wibbling.
__________________
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 withfire and gold in our eyes
Entertaining the thought of making another cup of tea, Airey's attention fell on the Snake in Hufflepuff robes before him and he simply observed her. She seemed to be thinking deeply about it all - and probably grumbling in her head about how his words had made little sense and were of zero comfort. He was new at this. Don't hold it against him, okay?
Just as the silence was becoming uncomfortable and he felt the need to squirm a bit in his seat, he found himself taken aback by her question. His purpose? He wasn't entirely sure about that. Had she been asking his 15-year-old self what that was, he would have easily answered that becoming an astronaut and exploring space was his purpose...but now that dream was clearly gone. He had felt without purpose for a long time until he found the field of education. Although he hardly felt like his core purpose was education. Yes, he enjoyed it...but that was something different.
Core...his core...his center...
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he looked back at Miss Wisteria. "I would consider it to be more what is at my center," he said. Just to clarify terms and his thinking. "But I would have to say laughter."
Which probably explained more than a few things about him.
"What about you, Miss Wisteria?"
Yes, she knew what she'd asked. Surely, his purpose in life had to change, though it was thanks to unexpected circumstances, but still.
Okay, Airey, say what? Laughter? What was he, a Hufflepuff? Still, Lottie couldn't help but BEAM at that. He was such an optimistic person, wasn't he? Yet he was spreading darkness all around in lessons. You need to make up your mind, Airey Flamsteed. He still made her smile, though.
Now he was asking for her purpose? The girl laughed, softly, "I'm only 14, my purpose is yet to be found."Nod, sip, nod. "Though, I suppose my purpose is finding a purpose." Seemed logical, didn't it? Unless her sole purpose was to never find one. Explore the different scenarios life has to offer without ever settling for a purpose.
That was complicated, actually, so she didn't bother sharing it.
"I do have another purpose...," and she put her tea on his desk, she was done with it, anyway, "...or my visit does." Yes, that sounded better. "You're always wearing suits...and with Hogwarts' current situation...I was wondering if perhaps you knew of a spell or two to clean clothes, Professor?" We're serious about this. "Because, well, washing robes is kind of tiring...," and didn't he get his stuff dry-cleaned? He could also dry-clean Lottie and Lex's robes, you know.
Dani's Citrus Duck Spawn | Mama Giraffe | Lemon PATch | Pushed the Red Button
Waiting area? No, Alice had been INVITED.
She reported to Airey's office in the Astronomy Tower as soon as possible, pausing only to knock on his door once or twice before entering. Did she have to wait for an invitation inside there, too? But her presence had been requested, and in her mind, that meant she didn't. So Alice went inside and took a seat on that pretty black sofa of his and waited for an explanation of some sort.
"Hi, prof. You wanted me? Whatever it was, I didn't do it." .. just in case it was a bad something.
__________________
and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.
Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor
Leprechaun
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 40,237
Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne
Gryffindor
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington
Slytherin
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks
Gryffindor
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
SPOILER!!: hehe, okayz :3
Quote:
Originally Posted by Lockhartian
Yes, she knew what she'd asked. Surely, his purpose in life had to change, though it was thanks to unexpected circumstances, but still.
Okay, Airey, say what? Laughter? What was he, a Hufflepuff? Still, Lottie couldn't help but BEAM at that. He was such an optimistic person, wasn't he? Yet he was spreading darkness all around in lessons. You need to make up your mind, Airey Flamsteed. He still made her smile, though.
Now he was asking for her purpose? The girl laughed, softly, "I'm only 14, my purpose is yet to be found."Nod, sip, nod. "Though, I suppose my purpose is finding a purpose." Seemed logical, didn't it? Unless her sole purpose was to never find one. Explore the different scenarios life has to offer without ever settling for a purpose.
That was complicated, actually, so she didn't bother sharing it.
"I do have another purpose...," and she put her tea on his desk, she was done with it, anyway, "...or my visit does." Yes, that sounded better. "You're always wearing suits...and with Hogwarts' current situation...I was wondering if perhaps you knew of a spell or two to clean clothes, Professor?" We're serious about this. "Because, well, washing robes is kind of tiring...," and didn't he get his stuff dry-cleaned? He could also dry-clean Lottie and Lex's robes, you know.
"That is a very wise answer, Miss Wisteria," he nodded while his fingers fidgeting about on his desk. Should he make more tea or maybe grab this muggle cube toy he had bought at a hobby shop or....something. His hands just could not keep idle at the moment even if he shoved them in his pants' pocket. He settled for softly drumming on the side of his mug for now though. "Your purpose will change over the course of your life. What once was your purpose will turn into your constant and then you will be given an entirely new purpose." All part of growing up, young Hufflepuff.
Heh. Purposes. Was that going to be a sort of buzz word for the two of them now?
"Not a fan of laundry duty, Miss Wisteria?" he asked with a knowing chuckle. "Well, there are always Tergeo and Scourgify. I've found myself using Tergeo on most stains these days. Or are you looking for something more specific?" He had done a fair bit of research into cleaning spells since going in to muggle London every other weekend to the cry cleaners was out of the question.
Quote:
Originally Posted by lemon
Waiting area? No, Alice had been INVITED.
She reported to Airey's office in the Astronomy Tower as soon as possible, pausing only to knock on his door once or twice before entering. Did she have to wait for an invitation inside there, too? But her presence had been requested, and in her mind, that meant she didn't. So Alice went inside and took a seat on that pretty black sofa of his and waited for an explanation of some sort.
"Hi, prof. You wanted me? Whatever it was, I didn't do it." .. just in case it was a bad something.
Pleased by her prompt response, Airey's lips curled into a wide grin as the Gryffindor with rumored jaws of steel walked into his office. "Ah, Miss Fischer, thank you for coming." he said while gesturing towards the empty chair in front of his desk. "I was wondering if you would do me a favor...It would require you to be sneaky. VERY sneaky."
He then folded his hands together and leaned forward on his desk a bit with his elbows. So, how about it, Miss Fischer?
__________________
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 withfire and gold in our eyes
Last edited by sweetpinkpixie; 05-27-2013 at 10:45 AM.
Once he was allowed, Forrest entered the office as he still dragged the vacuum cleaner and took a moment to catch his breath. Once his breathing was eased a bit, he placed it down careeeefully and looked at the man.
"I wanted to return this," he said as he offered him the hose. He didn't wait for a reply though and simply went on excitedly with whatever it was on his mind.
"And what's the bronze knocker in entrance of Ravenclaw common room? It's not a computer because Amelia told me it thought of new riddles every day. Every day! And not even once the same riddle. Computers aren't that capable. But it can't have a human inside it, can it? It's--" he trailed off as he thought it over. It was gross before anything else... he made a face and looked up at the Professor expectantly.
Dani's Citrus Duck Spawn | Mama Giraffe | Lemon PATch | Pushed the Red Button
Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Pleased by her prompt response, Airey's lips curled into a wide grin as the Gryffindor with rumored jaws of steel walked into his office. "Ah, Miss Fischer, thank you for coming." he said while gesturing towards the empty chair in front of his desk. "I was wondering if you would do me a favor...It would require you to be sneaky. VERY sneaky."
He then folded his hands together and leaned forward on his desk a bit with his elbows. So, how about it, Miss Fischer?
"Sneaky?" Alice tilted her head to the side, squinting thoughtfully at her Astronomy professor while trying to deduct what exactly he planned to make use of her for. Was she allowed to know first, before she went and did some extremely sneaky things? Hm? But, you know, Gryffindor. She was all impulse, all the time, and her answer had been pretty much decided from the moment he'd started speaking.
"Alright, prof, I'm in. Whatcha want me to do? Do I get extra house points for it?" Because that would be awesome, just so he knew.
Ahem. Sneaky.
__________________
and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.
Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor
Leprechaun
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 40,237
Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne
Gryffindor
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington
Slytherin
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks
Gryffindor
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 Deniiz
Once he was allowed, Forrest entered the office as he still dragged the vacuum cleaner and took a moment to catch his breath. Once his breathing was eased a bit, he placed it down careeeefully and looked at the man.
"I wanted to return this," he said as he offered him the hose. He didn't wait for a reply though and simply went on excitedly with whatever it was on his mind.
"And what's the bronze knocker in entrance of Ravenclaw common room? It's not a computer because Amelia told me it thought of new riddles every day. Every day! And not even once the same riddle. Computers aren't that capable. But it can't have a human inside it, can it? It's--" he trailed off as he thought it over. It was gross before anything else... he made a face and looked up at the Professor expectantly.
Chuckling a bit as he set the borrowed vacuum off to the side, Airey returned to his desk and took a seat behind it while gesturing for the boy to do the same. Really he could have just left it in the box outside his office, but the astronomer always enjoyed his company so no harm done. "Thank you, Mr. Charlton."
Settling in to his seat a bit, the man cocked his head to the side with a slightly perplexed look on his face. "The bronze knocker? I think your question may be better directed towards the Ravenclaw Head of House." She was supposed to know all about that stuff right? Airey was a Gryffindor after all. "But no, certainly not a computer. Muggle electronics will not work at Hogwarts because of magical interference. It's why you all had to charm your vacuums to work." He paused for a moment to try and think about how best to explain this to the first year. Something relatable. "Do you remember the Sorting Hat, Mr. Charlton? How it spoke to you and sorted you into Hufflepuff? The hat once belong to Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders. He placed many advanced enchantments on it to animated it and make it seemingly think for itself. The same can be said for the bronze knocker, only this time Rowena Ravenclaw was the one to place the enchantments."
Quote:
Originally Posted by lemon
"Sneaky?" Alice tilted her head to the side, squinting thoughtfully at her Astronomy professor while trying to deduct what exactly he planned to make use of her for. Was she allowed to know first, before she went and did some extremely sneaky things? Hm? But, you know, Gryffindor. She was all impulse, all the time, and her answer had been pretty much decided from the moment he'd started speaking.
"Alright, prof, I'm in. Whatcha want me to do? Do I get extra house points for it?" Because that would be awesome, just so he knew.
Ahem. Sneaky.
"Excellent!" he grinned while giving her two thumbs way WAY up. "Your mission, Miss Fischer, is to infiltrate Med---Professor Romanos office and use this vacuum cleaner on her feline companions in the same manner you did with Miss Greenwell's. I promise you that you will not get into serious trouble and they will even be a reward for you should you accomplish this."
Sound good?
__________________
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 withfire and gold in our eyes
"That is a very wise answer, Miss Wisteria," he nodded while his fingers fidgeting about on his desk. Should he make more tea or maybe grab this muggle cube toy he had bought at a hobby shop or....something. His hands just could not keep idle at the moment even if he shoved them in his pants' pocket. He settled for softly drumming on the side of his mug for now though. "Your purpose will change over the course of your life. What once was your purpose will turn into your constant and then you will be given an entirely new purpose." All part of growing up, young Hufflepuff.
Heh. Purposes. Was that going to be a sort of buzz word for the two of them now?
"Not a fan of laundry duty, Miss Wisteria?" he asked with a knowing chuckle. "Well, there are always Tergeo and Scourgify. I've found myself using Tergeo on most stains these days. Or are you looking for something more specific?" He had done a fair bit of research into cleaning spells since going in to muggle London every other weekend to the cry cleaners was out of the question.
Heh. Why, thank you. It's very wise, is it not? The girl was definitely smiling widely, her former mood almost gone. Though, certainly, it would return if any comments on the matter would arise. But Airey wouldn't let that happen, would he? Nope.
MERLIN!
"That is also very wise, Professor Flamsteed," BEAM. Wiser than hers, of course, because it made perfect sense and applied to everyone. Both Airey and Lottie knew how life often took unexpected turns, eh?
Hahahaha! Not exactly. "Well, no, very few people are, but I can do it if necessary," she really had no issues with it. Ah, so Tergeo and Scourgify. Well, she'd known this. "I was wondering how you fared." So, what is it that you do, Professor? Do you also clean your clothes and suits the same way Hogwarts' students do? "It must be rather difficult, what with suits and whatnot." AND ties.
Chuckling a bit as he set the borrowed vacuum off to the side, Airey returned to his desk and took a seat behind it while gesturing for the boy to do the same. Really he could have just left it in the box outside his office, but the astronomer always enjoyed his company so no harm done. "Thank you, Mr. Charlton."
Settling in to his seat a bit, the man cocked his head to the side with a slightly perplexed look on his face. "The bronze knocker? I think your question may be better directed towards the Ravenclaw Head of House." She was supposed to know all about that stuff right? Airey was a Gryffindor after all. "But no, certainly not a computer. Muggle electronics will not work at Hogwarts because of magical interference. It's why you all had to charm your vacuums to work." He paused for a moment to try and think about how best to explain this to the first year. Something relatable. "Do you remember the Sorting Hat, Mr. Charlton? How it spoke to you and sorted you into Hufflepuff? The hat once belong to Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders. He placed many advanced enchantments on it to animated it and make it seemingly think for itself. The same can be said for the bronze knocker, only this time Rowena Ravenclaw was the one to place the enchantments."
He didn't want to grab it? Okay. Forrest took the seat he'd indicated and turned towards the man quickly and attentively. He was so eager to hear his explanation that he was sitting at the edge of it and leaning forward to the table.
Pffft, Ravenclaw Head of House. He made a gesture of impatience. "I don't even know who he is." And he didn't CARE, frankly. Professor Airey was coolest of 'em all and he wasn't going to seek adventure with other professors while he was here and could answer his questions.
And that. That the muggle electronics wouldn't work here. His face fell at the mention again. Professor Hadley had told him the same, and it'd taken him a WEEK to accept the hard fact.
"It's just stupid, though," he blurted out before he thought (AFTER the man had finished speaking, of course). And what was worse, he didn't even notice he'd blurted out that."I mean, Professor Hadley told me you wizards don't need muggle devices for entertainment," yeah, he didn't consider himself a 'wizard' yet, "but what harm can they have? Take telephones for example, they are useful when it comes to hearing your mother's voice. You don't have to burn your head in flames to use what--flu network." He made a face that clearly showed he disapproved of the idea. "That's not even entertainment anyway. That's--a basic need. It's like peeing." He was still THAT hot on the subject that he just didn't stop talking, until he remembered his real question.
"But charms can't last forever!" he exclaimed, nearly jumping out of his seat. "The vacavus we did--even yours didn't last longer than a few minutes. But they say the school's been around for more than a thousand years--nothing can last that long." Unless some sort of restoration--could it be that the heads of house were responsible of that?
Dani's Citrus Duck Spawn | Mama Giraffe | Lemon PATch | Pushed the Red Button
Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
"Excellent!" he grinned while giving her two thumbs way WAY up. "Your mission, Miss Fischer, is to infiltrate Med---Professor Romanos office and use this vacuum cleaner on her feline companions in the same manner you did with Miss Greenwell's. I promise you that you will not get into serious trouble and they will even be a reward for you should you accomplish this."
Sound good?
.. was he serious?
"You.. you want me to suck up Professor Romanos' cats' tails and rid them of hair?" Alice blinked a couple of times in surprise before hopping up at the word 'reward'. Easy. It would be simple, right? "Your wish is my command, prof. I got this," she informed him seriously, extracting her wand from her robes and levitating the vacuum up a little, turning away and leaving the room.
Romanos' feline companions, here she came.
__________________
and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.
Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor
Leprechaun
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 40,237
Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne
Gryffindor
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington
Slytherin
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks
Gryffindor
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 Lockhartian
Heh. Why, thank you. It's very wise, is it not? The girl was definitely smiling widely, her former mood almost gone. Though, certainly, it would return if any comments on the matter would arise. But Airey wouldn't let that happen, would he? Nope.
MERLIN!
"That is also very wise, Professor Flamsteed," BEAM. Wiser than hers, of course, because it made perfect sense and applied to everyone. Both Airey and Lottie knew how life often took unexpected turns, eh?
Hahahaha! Not exactly. "Well, no, very few people are, but I can do it if necessary," she really had no issues with it. Ah, so Tergeo and Scourgify. Well, she'd known this. "I was wondering how you fared." So, what is it that you do, Professor? Do you also clean your clothes and suits the same way Hogwarts' students do? "It must be rather difficult, what with suits and whatnot." AND ties.
Chuckling a bit, Airey decided to pour himself another cup of tea and nodded the pot in her direction. Did she want more? Or perhaps something a bit sweeter?
"More tea, Miss Wisteria? Or perhaps some ice cream?" he asked nonchalantly as he sort of helped himself to a healthy scoop from a charmed ice box under his desk. "I have raspberry." Assuming she liked raspberry ice cream swirl as much as she liked raspberry tea.
Yes, those two were very useful spells. Much more than just being needed to clean one's cauldron for sure. "Ah, you mean without being able to go to the muggle dry cleaners? I certainly go through lint rollers ten times faster than usual, but things could be worse." he said with an unusually wide grin. "I do like to do things the muggle way, seems a bit more authentic and less lazy, but as a wizard and your professor I cannot let my spellwork fall under par either."
Quote:
Originally Posted by Deniiz
He didn't want to grab it? Okay. Forrest took the seat he'd indicated and turned towards the man quickly and attentively. He was so eager to hear his explanation that he was sitting at the edge of it and leaning forward to the table.
Pffft, Ravenclaw Head of House. He made a gesture of impatience. "I don't even know who he is." And he didn't CARE, frankly. Professor Airey was coolest of 'em all and he wasn't going to seek adventure with other professors while he was here and could answer his questions.
And that. That the muggle electronics wouldn't work here. His face fell at the mention again. Professor Hadley had told him the same, and it'd taken him a WEEK to accept the hard fact.
"It's just stupid, though," he blurted out before he thought (AFTER the man had finished speaking, of course). And what was worse, he didn't even notice he'd blurted out that."I mean, Professor Hadley told me you wizards don't need muggle devices for entertainment," yeah, he didn't consider himself a 'wizard' yet, "but what harm can they have? Take telephones for example, they are useful when it comes to hearing your mother's voice. You don't have to burn your head in flames to use what--flu network." He made a face that clearly showed he disapproved of the idea. "That's not even entertainment anyway. That's--a basic need. It's like peeing." He was still THAT hot on the subject that he just didn't stop talking, until he remembered his real question.
"But charms can't last forever!" he exclaimed, nearly jumping out of his seat. "The vacavus we did--even yours didn't last longer than a few minutes. But they say the school's been around for more than a thousand years--nothing can last that long." Unless some sort of restoration--could it be that the heads of house were responsible of that?
"She," Airey correctly gently. Heh. He should go tell Gemma she needed to make her presence more well known to students then. "Your Muggle Studies professor, in fact."
The boy's drop in expression did not go unnoticed either, only the astronomer wasn't sure how best to respond to that. Or even if he should. Didn't boys not like having their moods and stuff pointed out to them. That was how he had been as a boy anyway. Don't tell me what I don't already know, dude.
Airey was chuckling - until he heard what the Hufflepuff Head of House had said. Excuuuuuuuuuuuse her. Maybe SHE didn't need them, but she certainly wasn't speaking for the entire wizarding world. He didn't feel like correctly the floo for flu, and instead focused on the gist of what the boy was saying. "I think you are thinking about this in the wrong light, Mr. Charlton. Entertainment value aside - as I personally need and like muggle devices for entertainment - what may be a necessity to one won't necessarily be for another. Take the planets as an example. Our planet Earth has lifeforms that rely on water for life. Other planets, such as Saturn, do not...even IF water is present on it. Muggles require certain things that wizards do not. Just as wizards require certain things that muggles do not. I am sure you could list a few of those things yourself." And yes, that was an invitation to sort out his thoughts on the subject should he feel the need.
The man couldn't help but chuckle. It was hardly his charm. The astronomer was no inventor of charms - save for the one they would be performing next lesson. "I am flattered that you would compare my magic to that of the founders, but Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin were not just your average witch or wizard. They were a true rarity. Perhaps there will come a day where the charms placed on the Sorting Hat by the Four Founders fails, but that is not this day."
Quote:
Originally Posted by lemon
.. was he serious?
"You.. you want me to suck up Professor Romanos' cats' tails and rid them of hair?" Alice blinked a couple of times in surprise before hopping up at the word 'reward'. Easy. It would be simple, right? "Your wish is my command, prof. I got this," she informed him seriously, extracting her wand from her robes and levitating the vacuum up a little, turning away and leaving the room.
Romanos' feline companions, here she came.
Airey fidgeted in his seat a little while he waited for officially officially accept the challenge. Which she did. Heh. Excellent. Good little Gryffindor this one.
Smirking, mostly to himself, he waved the little Quidditch captain off. "Best of luck, Miss Fischer!"
__________________
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 withfire and gold in our eyes
Chuckling a bit, Airey decided to pour himself another cup of tea and nodded the pot in her direction. Did she want more? Or perhaps something a bit sweeter?
"More tea, Miss Wisteria? Or perhaps some ice cream?" he asked nonchalantly as he sort of helped himself to a healthy scoop from a charmed ice box under his desk. "I have raspberry." Assuming she liked raspberry ice cream swirl as much as she liked raspberry tea.
Yes, those two were very useful spells. Much more than just being needed to clean one's cauldron for sure. "Ah, you mean without being able to go to the muggle dry cleaners? I certainly go through lint rollers ten times faster than usual, but things could be worse." he said with an unusually wide grin. "I do like to do things the muggle way, seems a bit more authentic and less lazy, but as a wizard and your professor I cannot let my spellwork fall under par either."
No ice cream, no, more tea, yes. EXCEPT... MERLIN! This is why we love you, Professor Flamsteed! Her face immediately lit up at the mention if raspberry, she could pretty much eat everything-raspberry. And raspberry ice cream?? Airey was just awesome.
Sparkly eyes. "Yes, please, raspberry ice cream," NEVER in her life her tone had been so nice. She actually sounded eleven rather than fourteen.
"Exactly," without having to go to the muggle dry-cleaners, whatever he said. Lint rollers were useful. Especially for Astronomy lessons, and for singing. Heh. Another smile. Oh, he liked to do things the muggle way? Lex was the other way around. This was amusing. "So... to sum up... just Scourgify and Tergeo, then?" Let's face it, Airey got a bit sidetracked there. He was probably trying to make her forget her initial question.
Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor
Leprechaun
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 40,237
Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne
Gryffindor
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington
Slytherin
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks
Gryffindor
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 Lockhartian
No ice cream, no, more tea, yes. EXCEPT... MERLIN! This is why we love you, Professor Flamsteed! Her face immediately lit up at the mention if raspberry, she could pretty much eat everything-raspberry. And raspberry ice cream?? Airey was just awesome.
Sparkly eyes. "Yes, please, raspberry ice cream," NEVER in her life her tone had been so nice. She actually sounded eleven rather than fourteen.
"Exactly," without having to go to the muggle dry-cleaners, whatever he said. Lint rollers were useful. Especially for Astronomy lessons, and for singing. Heh. Another smile. Oh, he liked to do things the muggle way? Lex was the other way around. This was amusing. "So... to sum up... just Scourgify and Tergeo, then?" Let's face it, Airey got a bit sidetracked there. He was probably trying to make her forget her initial question.
Her purpose.
Excellent. Because really, who didn't love ice cream?
Scooping the young lady who both intrigued and frightened him a bowl of the raspberry deliciousness, he passed it to her with a quick smile before it was all back to business. Cleaning business that is.
"Those would be my bread and butter when it comes to washing clothing," he confirmed with a small nod. "Although you may find this book helpful with general cleanliness," he continued as he reached behind him for his copy of Spells for Moms and handed it to her. "Plenty of useful tidbits in there."
__________________
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 withfire and gold in our eyes
Excellent. Because really, who didn't love ice cream?
Scooping the young lady who both intrigued and frightened him a bowl of the raspberry deliciousness, he passed it to her with a quick smile before it was all back to business. Cleaning business that is.
"Those would be my bread and butter when it comes to washing clothing," he confirmed with a small nod. "Although you may find this book helpful with general cleanliness," he continued as he reached behind him for his copy of Spells for Moms and handed it to her. "Plenty of useful tidbits in there."
Surely, Lotus Wisteria could find someone who didn't like ice cream. Or maybe Lex could, since she's found people who are not into chocolate that much. It was definitely a good thing that she was sometimes in the mood for chocolate, otherwise she was certain that her friendship with Lex would be no more.
That's what she was thinking about while eating the delicious raspberry ice cream Professor Airey had served for her. Why, thank you. BEAM. She should say that out loud, right? Was it necessary? "Thank you." Yup, necessary.
Eyebrow raised.
"I'm not a mom...," too many vacuums, Airey? But...she still took the book and turned a few pages. "Some are useful, actually," while some she already knew. Was she supposed to borrow the book...or just eye it while in here?
Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor
Leprechaun
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 40,237
Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne
Gryffindor
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden
Hufflepuff
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden
Ravenclaw
Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington
Slytherin
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks
Gryffindor
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 Lockhartian
Surely, Lotus Wisteria could find someone who didn't like ice cream. Or maybe Lex could, since she's found people who are not into chocolate that much. It was definitely a good thing that she was sometimes in the mood for chocolate, otherwise she was certain that her friendship with Lex would be no more.
That's what she was thinking about while eating the delicious raspberry ice cream Professor Airey had served for her. Why, thank you. BEAM. She should say that out loud, right? Was it necessary? "Thank you." Yup, necessary.
Eyebrow raised.
"I'm not a mom...," too many vacuums, Airey? But...she still took the book and turned a few pages. "Some are useful, actually," while some she already knew. Was she supposed to borrow the book...or just eye it while in here?
Oh SWEET SOLSTICE don't give the man a heart attack, Miss Wisteria! Airey honestly did not even want to entertain that thought. So he didn't.
He was, however, going to distract himself with his ice cream for a moment while he pushed such notions out of his mind.
"I am most glad to hear that," he finally managed to respond with a small yet awkward chuckle. "You can borrow that if you want. It is just collecting dust here on my bookshelf at the moment." And anything that could potentially keep dust from collecting in his office was a must.
__________________
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 withfire and gold in our eyes
Oh SWEET SOLSTICE don't give the man a heart attack, Miss Wisteria! Airey honestly did not even want to entertain that thought. So he didn't.
He was, however, going to distract himself with his ice cream for a moment while he pushed such notions out of his mind.
"I am most glad to hear that," he finally managed to respond with a small yet awkward chuckle. "You can borrow that if you want. It is just collecting dust here on my bookshelf at the moment." And anything that could potentially keep dust from collecting in his office was a must.
Ice cream. Raspberry ice cream. Raspberry ice cream at Airey's office. Raspberry ice cream at Airey's office which has books collecting dust. Hey, wait a minute. Lottie finished the ice cream and then said, "Hold on a minute." She didn't want books that collect dust in her room either.
So, rather quickly, she took out a piece of paper and muggle pencil (just because), and held up her index finger at the Professor. Yeah, she did say 'hold on'. Soon enough she started to write the useful spells she didn't know, rather quickly, too. She was focused, you see.
The girl was scribbling fast and turning pages real quick. Of course, she drew a few things instead of writing a long paragraph. She'd understand, don't worry.
After a few minutes, she put her index finger down, and closed the book. The book was placed on Airey's table and her paper and pencil inside her bag. "It can keep collecting dust here."Smile. Thank you, though.