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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.
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Forrest looked at the man with pure confusion for a second, then he grasped it. In the future, he'd have a muggle studies lesson too, probably. Could he skip it, since he was a muggle, sort of? Maybe? Hopefully? He'd see to that later, once they were done discussing important stuff.
His face lit up. Like, it suddenly lit the whole room. He knew this man was the coolest at school, and he was proven correct again by his disagreement with Professor Hadley. To avoid any disrespectful comment about her though, he just decided to drop her point of view and focus on how cool Professor Flamsteed was.
"D'you play video games or watch TV too?" he asked excitedly. It was GREAT to find someone who understood him at last. He wondered whether he was muggleborn too, but that would be rude to ask, probably, so... another time. Hopefully.
To him, all wizards were equals save for his pathetic magic ability so he didn't get what kind of a flattery his comparison was. He simply shrugged... and then frowned.
So those charms would fail.
Professor Airey, you don't know how obsessed this kid is.
He simply nodded as he digested and thought it over obviously. Apparently, it would be a pretty historic occasion when those charms failed. And he was right about dying to be a part of the history, so from this day on, he’d check on the bronze knocker once a week. He kept silent as he dreamt of being the one announcing they’d failed and all, but told nothing to the man in the end. Such things ought to be kept to himself, so… yeah. Silence and staring. Staring and silence
Would Professor Airey mind the silence and staring terribly?
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Lamenting the loss of his telescopes AND Medea's feline getting fur everywhere in his office, Airey had spent most of the afternoon removing everything from the ceiling and had just finished when he heard a knock at the door.
Shirt sleeves rolled up and tie hanging loosely around his neck, he walked over to the door and lazily swung it open. "Ah, Mr. Gunter. Here to give me that assignment I hope," he greeted as he gestured for the boy to enter.
Oakey sniffled his nose as he rose up from his seat and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Thats whabt I'm here for." Oakey responded to Big Forehead Man. He looked over the Professor and noted the unkempt look about him. Rolled up sleeves, and his tied flung around his neck.
"Sowry it took longer than I h-ho-HooATCHOO!" Oakey turned his head away as quickly as he could and covered his face with his sleeve. Maybe it was a bad idea to take a nap in the tree house in the Winter...then down a quickly made Veggie Drink."Excuse me."
He reached into the his robe pocket and pulled out the parchment that Theo had worked on. The one Oakey was sure the Slytherin had written in full Essay form. Just as he assumed Firth told him too. and held it out to the Astronomy Professor.
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Forrest looked at the man with pure confusion for a second, then he grasped it. In the future, he'd have a muggle studies lesson too, probably. Could he skip it, since he was a muggle, sort of? Maybe? Hopefully? He'd see to that later, once they were done discussing important stuff.
His face lit up. Like, it suddenly lit the whole room. He knew this man was the coolest at school, and he was proven correct again by his disagreement with Professor Hadley. To avoid any disrespectful comment about her though, he just decided to drop her point of view and focus on how cool Professor Flamsteed was.
"D'you play video games or watch TV too?" he asked excitedly. It was GREAT to find someone who understood him at last. He wondered whether he was muggleborn too, but that would be rude to ask, probably, so... another time. Hopefully.
To him, all wizards were equals save for his pathetic magic ability so he didn't get what kind of a flattery his comparison was. He simply shrugged... and then frowned.
So those charms would fail.
Professor Airey, you don't know how obsessed this kid is.
He simply nodded as he digested and thought it over obviously. Apparently, it would be a pretty historic occasion when those charms failed. And he was right about dying to be a part of the history, so from this day on, he’d check on the bronze knocker once a week. He kept silent as he dreamt of being the one announcing they’d failed and all, but told nothing to the man in the end. Such things ought to be kept to himself, so… yeah. Silence and staring. Staring and silence
Would Professor Airey mind the silence and staring terribly?
Apparently he had either completely awed the boy or baffled him judging from the amount of silence. Thankfully, however, the man was used to such awkward pauses and had rather mastered them in his youth. Making adults uncomfortable had been his speciality. The only silences recently that unnerved him were those between him and Medea and him and Calista. Those were the unpleasant and seriously awkward sorts.
"OH! You mean those games that muggles watch on the magic box, right?" he asked. Oh, wait. The boy had answered that question for him already. "Oh yes yes yes. TV. Short for television, yes?" Airey's eyes lite up slightly. "I have one of those at home that I watch from time to time when I am not at Hogwarts. Pity that all the magical interference makes them not work. Suppose I could try to charm it to work..." But then again he really should not be thinking about such luxury items at a time like this.
SPOILER!!: *snooooooooooort*
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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.
Airey tried not to look to amused by Miss Wisteria's actions. He honestly had expected her to just take the book and head back to the dorms, but her Slytherin was showing instead.
Dust. Right. Yes. He saw past that innocent smile of your's, young lady.
"I hope you put those to good use," he said with a sly smile. "And try to leave the tapestries and curtains alone this time, yeah?" His smile widened just a tad as he reached down to his right and lifted a box on to his desk. "Don't worry, I cleaned them myself. But you should be the one to return them to Professor Hadley."
Airey was sure the common room looked rather bare without them.
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Oakey sniffled his nose as he rose up from his seat and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Thats whabt I'm here for." Oakey responded to Big Forehead Man. He looked over the Professor and noted the unkempt look about him. Rolled up sleeves, and his tied flung around his neck.
"Sowry it took longer than I h-ho-HooATCHOO!" Oakey turned his head away as quickly as he could and covered his face with his sleeve. Maybe it was a bad idea to take a nap in the tree house in the Winter...then down a quickly made Veggie Drink."Excuse me."
He reached into the his robe pocket and pulled out the parchment that Theo had worked on. The one Oakey was sure the Slytherin had written in full Essay form. Just as he assumed Firth told him too. and held it out to the Astronomy Professor.
Oh goodie! Airey had oh so been looking forward to this.
Grinning from ear to ear, Airey fixed his tie when Mr. Gunter's face began to contort slightly as a sneeze came on. What WAS it with wanting to sneeze when someone in front of you sneezed? Or was that yawning? Maybe it was both? Either way, the astronomer's nose began to itch and he too felt a sneeze coming on.
Only he was able to hold it in until the Head Boy offered him the parchment.
"Tha ---------ACHOOOOOOO!" And he sneezed right on his right hand, which he still extended to the boy for a handshake while his left took the parchment. Once he had it, he opened it up and looked over what he was sure would be a fantastic and well thought out essay on Star Trek filled with........
"Mr. Gunter..........what is this rubbish?" he asked, holding the parchment out in front of the boy's face.
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Oh goodie! Airey had oh so been looking forward to this.
Grinning from ear to ear, Airey fixed his tie when Mr. Gunter's face began to contort slightly as a sneeze came on. What WAS it with wanting to sneeze when someone in front of you sneezed? Or was that yawning? Maybe it was both? Either way, the astronomer's nose began to itch and he too felt a sneeze coming on.
Only he was able to hold it in until the Head Boy offered him the parchment.
"Tha ---------ACHOOOOOOO!" And he sneezed right on his right hand, which he still extended to the boy for a handshake while his left took the parchment. Once he had it, he opened it up and looked over what he was sure would be a fantastic and well thought out essay on Star Trek filled with........
"Mr. Gunter..........what is this rubbish?" he asked, holding the parchment out in front of the boy's face.
Perfect
now he had to sneeze again, was Flamsteed just making fun of his being sick.
He covered his face with his other sleeve now, the one that was not holding the parchment out to Flamsteed.
"ATCHOOOooOOO!"
Oop..ugh Something felt like it crawled up his stomach for a moment while he sneezed. Not good at all "Wubbish?... What!?" Oakey's lazed eyes kind of widened as he looked over. "He was suppogsed to wite the whole thing!"...pause of a sniffle. Theodore, must have done this as a way to get back at him.
Oop..there it was again... This surprise made his stomach crawl up.
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Perfect
now he had to sneeze again, was Flamsteed just making fun of his being sick.
He covered his face with his other sleeve now, the one that was not holding the parchment out to Flamsteed.
"ATCHOOOooOOO!"
Oop..ugh Something felt like it crawled up his stomach for a moment while he sneezed. Not good at all "Wubbish?... What!?" Oakey's lazed eyes kind of widened as he looked over. "He was suppogsed to wite the whole thing!"...pause of a sniffle. Theodore, must have done this as a way to get back at him.
Oop..there it was again... This surprise made his stomach crawl up.
What was this? The Head Boy wasn't going to shake his hand when offered? How rude!
Sniffling a bit and pretending to run his extended hand through his hair like that had been the plan all along and just eyed the young man for a few moments. "He, Mr. Gunter?" he said while raising an inquisitive eyebrow. "Who is HE? This assignment was for you and you alone to complete."
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Airey tried not to look to amused by Miss Wisteria's actions. He honestly had expected her to just take the book and head back to the dorms, but her Slytherin was showing instead.
Dust. Right. Yes. He saw past that innocent smile of your's, young lady.
"I hope you put those to good use," he said with a sly smile. "And try to leave the tapestries and curtains alone this time, yeah?" His smile widened just a tad as he reached down to his right and lifted a box on to his desk. "Don't worry, I cleaned them myself. But you should be the one to return them to Professor Hadley."
Airey was sure the common room looked rather bare without them.
SMIRK. Good use. Of couuurse. That's the only way to use those spells, right? For good. Not for evil. And we're being serious, there was not a single spell in that book that would help in dueling not really, so, it's all good. "Always."
That was all she had to say on the matter, because then Airey was being super, super clever. Touché, Astronomy man. Her smirk fell, and she just tilted her head, "Well, yes, the vacuum seemed to think those weren't necessary," they were NOT, Professor Flamsteed, seriously. "Oh, but you didn't have to," she said, adding a sweet smile to the mix. Suuuuure, Professor Hadley could have those. The fireplace will look ghastly, though.
Well, it was time to leave. Lottie stood up and took the box. "Thank you for the tapestries, and for cleaning them, and for the ice cream...and the answers to my questions, and the extra spells." Thank you for existing, really. "I'll see you in class, Professor,"BEAM.
Okay, she was free to go. So, she just waved at him as she made her way out.
Wheeeere was she going with the box, eh? She'll take it to Hadley, don't worry, she's not that mean.
Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
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What was this? The Head Boy wasn't going to shake his hand when offered? How rude!
Sniffling a bit and pretending to run his extended hand through his hair like that had been the plan all along and just eyed the young man for a few moments. "He, Mr. Gunter?" he said while raising an inquisitive eyebrow. "Who is HE? This assignment was for you and you alone to complete."
He saw the awkward move away with the extended hand.
It's not that he didn't want to shake Flamsteed's hand. It was probably just not smart because he had been coughing and sneezing all over his own hands all day. Probably should have cleaned the parchment before handing it to the Professor too...oh well.
There were more pressing matters! Like why did Theo not write out his assignment! "Theogdore Kinsleyg." Oakey said, then sniffled his nose. "Mr.Firth told Theog he had to write out whatever he wrecked of mine at the Start ofgh Term Feast. Whigch happenegd to be my assiggment to you."
Oooough! Talking to much, his stomach hurt...He wasn't going to be able to hold it in much to longer. His stomach was not doing to well.
Apparently he had either completely awed the boy or baffled him judging from the amount of silence. Thankfully, however, the man was used to such awkward pauses and had rather mastered them in his youth. Making adults uncomfortable had been his speciality. The only silences recently that unnerved him were those between him and Medea and him and Calista. Those were the unpleasant and seriously awkward sorts.
"OH! You mean those games that muggles watch on the magic box, right?" he asked. Oh, wait. The boy had answered that question for him already. "Oh yes yes yes. TV. Short for television, yes?" Airey's eyes lite up slightly. "I have one of those at home that I watch from time to time when I am not at Hogwarts. Pity that all the magical interference makes them not work. Suppose I could try to charm it to work..." But then again he really should not be thinking about such luxury items at a time like this.
Forrest'd stopped planning the historic event and focused back on the cool man again. He giggled at the description of TV as 'the magical box' and nodded vigourously.
"TV for television--yes."
...
Forrest kept looking at the man for two more seconds as tears of joy formed in his eyes. He'd waited for a second to make sure the man wasn't joking, because he couldn't afford to be disappointed about this matter again. He looked pretty sincere though, so the little boy got up calmly and offering the man a BIG WARM hug.
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SMIRK. Good use. Of couuurse. That's the only way to use those spells, right? For good. Not for evil. And we're being serious, there was not a single spell in that book that would help in dueling not really, so, it's all good. "Always."
That was all she had to say on the matter, because then Airey was being super, super clever. Touché, Astronomy man. Her smirk fell, and she just tilted her head, "Well, yes, the vacuum seemed to think those weren't necessary," they were NOT, Professor Flamsteed, seriously. "Oh, but you didn't have to," she said, adding a sweet smile to the mix. Suuuuure, Professor Hadley could have those. The fireplace will look ghastly, though.
Well, it was time to leave. Lottie stood up and took the box. "Thank you for the tapestries, and for cleaning them, and for the ice cream...and the answers to my questions, and the extra spells." Thank you for existing, really. "I'll see you in class, Professor,"BEAM.
Okay, she was free to go. So, she just waved at him as she made her way out.
Wheeeere was she going with the box, eh? She'll take it to Hadley, don't worry, she's not that mean.
Smiling a bit, the Astronomy professor tried his best to not look too amused by her comments about the Hufflepuff tapestries. He had honestly considered going to the Head of House himself to return them, but there was a lesson of some sort to be had here...wasn't there? Miss Wisteria needed to be the one to return them to her house and potentially get some sort of lecture from Josephina about being more careful with school property and what not.
He was too amused to give it himself. So. Heh.
"Thank you for stopping by, Miss Wisteria. Always a pleasure," he said with a small wave as she exited the office.
She WAS going to return those...right?! He would check with the Arithmancy professor later. There was a staff meeting scheduled soon anyway.
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He saw the awkward move away with the extended hand.
It's not that he didn't want to shake Flamsteed's hand. It was probably just not smart because he had been coughing and sneezing all over his own hands all day. Probably should have cleaned the parchment before handing it to the Professor too...oh well.
There were more pressing matters! Like why did Theo not write out his assignment! "Theogdore Kinsleyg." Oakey said, then sniffled his nose. "Mr.Firth told Theog he had to write out whatever he wrecked of mine at the Start ofgh Term Feast. Whigch happenegd to be my assiggment to you."
Oooough! Talking to much, his stomach hurt...He wasn't going to be able to hold it in much to longer. His stomach was not doing to well.
Hufflepuff say what?
Translating the sick!speech in his head, Airey was able to make out Mr. Kinsley's name and his eyes narrowed even more at the Head Boy. "And did you tell Mr. Firth that this was an assignment that you were supposed to do on your own?" He paused for a moment while he tried to recall the events of the opening feast since it had been at that time that he had seen Mr. Gunter sitting by Mr. Kinsley and... "Wrecked?"
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Forrest'd stopped planning the historic event and focused back on the cool man again. He giggled at the description of TV as 'the magical box' and nodded vigourously.
"TV for television--yes."
...
Forrest kept looking at the man for two more seconds as tears of joy formed in his eyes. He'd waited for a second to make sure the man wasn't joking, because he couldn't afford to be disappointed about this matter again. He looked pretty sincere though, so the little boy got up calmly and offering the man a BIG WARM hug.
AHA! So he had been correct. The man tended to confuse and slur muggle terms every now and again. Not to mention that his curiosity for muggle things tended to get the best of him - like the Chinese finger traps last term that he had experimented with on his toes. Conclusion? Did the same thing.
"How about yo--------"
But then he was cut off by the boy suddenly getting up and giving him a hug. WOAH WOAH WOAH! This was...unexpected to be sure. "Everything...alright, Mr. Charlton?" he asked while trying to figure out what he should be doing with his arms.
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Hufflepuff say what?
Translating the sick!speech in his head, Airey was able to make out Mr. Kinsley's name and his eyes narrowed even more at the Head Boy. "And did you tell Mr. Firth that this was an assignment that you were supposed to do on your own?" He paused for a moment while he tried to recall the events of the opening feast since it had been at that time that he had seen Mr. Gunter sitting by Mr. Kinsley and... "Wrecked?"
This was not going to end well for either of them, Oakey could feel every ounce of his lunch crawling up his stomach before he could even respond to Professor Flamsteeds question of whether or not he told Mr.Firth that the assignment was his to begin with. "I'm su...HUURGLUARGH!"
Oakey finally lost his lunch all over the Astronomy Professor's Suit pants and shoes. "I donb't beel sobwell" He should have waited to get this assignment to Flamsteed.
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This was not going to end well for either of them, Oakey could feel every ounce of his lunch crawling up his stomach before he could even respond to Professor Flamsteeds question of whether or not he told Mr.Firth that the assignment was his to begin with. "I'm su...HUURGLUARGH!"
Oakey finally lost his lunch all over the Astronomy Professor's Suit pants and shoes. "I donb't beel sobwell" He should have waited to get this assignment to Flamsteed.
There was nothing but silence on the Astronomy professor's side of the desk. Silence and staring. And then narrowing of the eyes. And then a vein in his massive forehead began pulsing. And then his eyes narrowed some more. And then he looked down.
"You've just earned yourself detention, Mr. Gunter," he said through clenched lips. "My rules CLEARLY say to NOT touch the suit and loss of lunch will not excuse you."
NOTHING would excuse you really.
"50 points will taken from your house for your actions just now and an additional 10 for destruction of school property and dishonesty in regards to the events at the opening feast," he continued as his lower lip began to quiver slightly. HIS SUIT! HIS POOR SUIT. "You will meet me in the dungeons first thing tomorrow to begin your punishment."
Pause.
"Now get out."
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AHA! So he had been correct. The man tended to confuse and slur muggle terms every now and again. Not to mention that his curiosity for muggle things tended to get the best of him - like the Chinese finger traps last term that he had experimented with on his toes. Conclusion? Did the same thing.
"How about yo--------"
But then he was cut off by the boy suddenly getting up and giving him a hug. WOAH WOAH WOAH! This was...unexpected to be sure. "Everything...alright, Mr. Charlton?" he asked while trying to figure out what he should be doing with his arms.
Forrest was horrible at predicting people's discomfort, so he didn't understand Professor Flamsteed was uncomfortable too and just hugged the man for a good four seconds until he could muster the strength to talk again.
"Will you really try to charm it to work here?" he asked once he'd pulled back, voice full of gratitude and hope as his eyes shone with excitement.
Airey kid of just stood there for a few moments while Miss Wisteria had her arms wrapped around him. What. Did. He. Do. Now? Howwashesupposedtohandlethis?! Could he plank? That had seemed to have worked when Calista had kissed him all of a sudden. Just blend right into the dance floor. Only he couldn't exactly plank right now because he had a 14-year-old hugging him..
"You've been emotionally compromised, Miss Wisteria," he said as his arms figured out something to to - pat her on the back softly. "Come into my office and let's see if we can remedy this."
The pat was more than okay, though, she just REALLY wanted to see him, and hug him, and CRY. Because there was no way she was going to be crying in front of Vinteren. NEVER.
Emotionally compromised. That's an understatement. YOU THINK?! Lottie merely nodded, and separated herself from Airey once she was granted access into the bestest place in Hogwarts. The safest, at least. Or so she thinks."I need tea and ice cream." Because the tears were still there, but the hug made it all better. West totally was a better hugger than Airey, by the way. But the pat had been alright.
And so, she stepped inside and took a seat without being asked to take one. She IS an emotional mess, there were no permissions in regards to seating, okay?
"It was awful." The paint. Not Vinteren. Though, she really did hate him.
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
"SWEET SOLSTICE! THAT IS AN EMERGENCY!" the astronomer exclaimed while flailing his arms for emphasis. "Quickly! Into my office to we can rectify the situation!"
Only it seemed Mr. Katharos was ten steps ahead of him. Literally.
Good thing that he was in a pleasant mood and had finished folding and putting away his laundry or he would have felt the urge to deduct points for entering without permission to do so. Imagine if the prefect had seen his delicates!
Sweet Solstice?
The Slytherin turned around after he had entered the office first, expression a little confused as he cocked his head to the side. "Whats a sweet solstice?" he asked because this was the first time he had ever heard it.
His expression suddenly changes and he clapped his hands once and his eyes seemed to twinkle. "Is it some kind of ice cream, sir!?" He knew it was! He was SURE of it! Because he was brilliant you know~
"Professor don't you think that ice cream is the BEST thing in the ENTIRE WORLD?!" aaaaaand. "HOW OLD ARE YOU?" Since it had been his birthday some time ago during class. Yup.
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Forrest was horrible at predicting people's discomfort, so he didn't understand Professor Flamsteed was uncomfortable too and just hugged the man for a good four seconds until he could muster the strength to talk again.
"Will you really try to charm it to work here?" he asked once he'd pulled back, voice full of gratitude and hope as his eyes shone with excitement.
It was like all the oxygen suddenly came back into the room when the young Hufflepuff released him from his grip of discomfort, but he managed to keep his gasp withheld and instead put one of those genuine looking smiles to try and reassure the boy that everything was okay.
He wasn't entirely sure why he had been hugged in the first place, but he didn't want to ask either. Too awkward.
"Perhaps, if time allows. Although chances are it will be a summer endeavour. Perhaps I will have it in my office next term to use at my own leisure." Had to keep up with his science fiction programs.
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Originally Posted by Lockhartian
The pat was more than okay, though, she just REALLY wanted to see him, and hug him, and CRY. Because there was no way she was going to be crying in front of Vinteren. NEVER.
Emotionally compromised. That's an understatement. YOU THINK?! Lottie merely nodded, and separated herself from Airey once she was granted access into the bestest place in Hogwarts. The safest, at least. Or so she thinks."I need tea and ice cream." Because the tears were still there, but the hug made it all better. West totally was a better hugger than Airey, by the way. But the pat had been alright.
And so, she stepped inside and took a seat without being asked to take one. She IS an emotional mess, there were no permissions in regards to seating, okay?
"It was awful." The paint. Not Vinteren. Though, she really did hate him.
With almost robotic movements, Airey walked into his office with Miss Wisteria practically attached to him. Maybe if he thought of himself as the sun and Miss Wisteria as a celestial body being drawn towards him because of his gravitational pull...
Oh, hey, this was working already.
Well, these thoughts and the fact that she sat down. Good. Personal space was good. So without another word he summoned a cup and a bowl and began to give her the comfort she was seeking. Raspberry flavored, of course. "Here you go, Miss Wisteria," he said. He also removed his pocket square and handed it over for her to use. For those tears and all.
Leaning back in his own seat, he resisted the urge to fidget and instead set both hands palm down on his legs. "What happened exactly?"
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Originally Posted by CassiopeiaAKTF
Sweet Solstice?
The Slytherin turned around after he had entered the office first, expression a little confused as he cocked his head to the side. "Whats a sweet solstice?" he asked because this was the first time he had ever heard it.
His expression suddenly changes and he clapped his hands once and his eyes seemed to twinkle. "Is it some kind of ice cream, sir!?" He knew it was! He was SURE of it! Because he was brilliant you know~
"Professor don't you think that ice cream is the BEST thing in the ENTIRE WORLD?!" aaaaaand. "HOW OLD ARE YOU?" Since it had been his birthday some time ago during class. Yup.
Following the prefect into his office - how strange to be doing, by the way - Airey chuckled at his first question. "It is just an expression, like Merlin's beard," he explained. "Unless you are asking what a solstice is. During the year there are two points where the tilt of the Earth’s axis reaches its maximum angle compared to the Sun and begins to move back the other direction. This usually happens around June 21st and December 21st. These days are known as solstices."
But that probably had not been what Mr. Katharos had been asking.
"IT IS NOT! But Sweet Solstice SHOULD be an ice cream flavor!" he exclaimed as the words brilliant idea practically appeared on his forehead. "What ingredients you think would work with that? All I have in my office is some Nutella at the moment." Besides ice cream that is. "IT IS! PERHAPS EVEN BETTER THAN SUITS!"
Pause. Stare. How old was he? "I'm 299616 hours old." Good luck with the math, Mr. Katharos.
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Following the prefect into his office - how strange to be doing, by the way - Airey chuckled at his first question. "It is just an expression, like Merlin's beard," he explained. "Unless you are asking what a solstice is. During the year there are two points where the tilt of the Earth’s axis reaches its maximum angle compared to the Sun and begins to move back the other direction. This usually happens around June 21st and December 21st. These days are known as solstices."
But that probably had not been what Mr. Katharos had been asking.
"IT IS NOT! But Sweet Solstice SHOULD be an ice cream flavor!" he exclaimed as the words brilliant idea practically appeared on his forehead. "What ingredients you think would work with that? All I have in my office is some Nutella at the moment." Besides ice cream that is. "IT IS! PERHAPS EVEN BETTER THAN SUITS!"
Pause. Stare. How old was he? "I'm 299616 hours old." Good luck with the math, Mr. Katharos.
The Slytherin listened to the Professor's words. He heard them but did he get them...no. This was why he had an blank expression right now and when he was done talking he quickly clapped his hands.
Wait...why'd he clap his hands?
"Can someone see that with their own eyes? that solstice thingy?" cause eventhough he had no idea what that talk meant it sounded cool. And cool was good because it reminded him of ice cream...you know, cool=ice cream.
Nutella...nutella...he had heard about that once! ARGH where had he heard it before? He casually closed his eyes as he tried to remember before GASPING OUT LOUD. "THAT IS CHOCOLATE RIGHT?!" yes, he remembered his neighbor friend had that stuff at home! "And there should be oranges in it cause the sun is orange...i think...atleast they always are in my drawings that i made for my parents when i was younger!" true story.
And to prove it , he dropped his bag on the ground and opened it open. He took out a piece of parchment and ink and began to draw. It took him a couple of seconds and he held up his AWESOME DRAWING
"SEE!" Okay so he used black ink but the professor SHOULD get the point.
....DUDE! He asked how old was as in years, not hours! "How on earth did you calculate that so fast?! and i think you're fifty!".... "Professor"
With almost robotic movements, Airey walked into his office with Miss Wisteria practically attached to him. Maybe if he thought of himself as the sun and Miss Wisteria as a celestial body being drawn towards him because of his gravitational pull...
Oh, hey, this was working already.
Well, these thoughts and the fact that she sat down. Good. Personal space was good. So without another word he summoned a cup and a bowl and began to give her the comfort she was seeking. Raspberry flavored, of course. "Here you go, Miss Wisteria," he said. He also removed his pocket square and handed it over for her to use. For those tears and all.
Leaning back in his own seat, he resisted the urge to fidget and instead set both hands palm down on his legs. "What happened exactly?"
Interesting. Very interesting awkwardness. Though, Lottie was entirely sure that she was the same the first time she got a hug from someone outside her family. But really, she didn't mind. Airey had done his best. ^^
N'awwww. Look! HE WAS GIVING HER THE TEA AND ICE CREAM SHE'D ASKED FOR! This only brought more tears to her eyes, but the different kind. And she was starting to think this whole thing ridiculous, and she needed to pull herself together, right? Right! But yellooooow...
...Airey was even giving her something to dry her tears, that was nice. And she took the piece of fabric and gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Professor." He could go and hex Vinteren, right? It wasn't frowned upon between Staff people, yeah? She wouldn't suggest that, though, she simply tried to dry some tears, and was succeeding at it, before she started to explain. The tea she'll take in a few minutes, but she did take a spoonful of ice cream before speaking. "In *sniff* detention. With Mr. Vinteren. He had a huge bucket full *sniff*, entirely full of yellow paint...," THIS was the most terrifying thing ever..., "...and he made me paint...*sniff*...the walls, all the walls, and I was surrounded...," and she started to cry again, but took more ice cream and stopped, "...and when I spoke...the wall talked back, repeating my words...*sniff*," well, yes, she was calmer, it was probably the ice cream, or Airey, or everything, "...it was awful." Nod, nod.
It was like all the oxygen suddenly came back into the room when the young Hufflepuff released him from his grip of discomfort, but he managed to keep his gasp withheld and instead put one of those genuine looking smiles to try and reassure the boy that everything was okay.
He wasn't entirely sure why he had been hugged in the first place, but he didn't want to ask either. Too awkward.
"Perhaps, if time allows. Although chances are it will be a summer endeavour. Perhaps I will have it in my office next term to use at my own leisure." Had to keep up with his science fiction programs.
Forrest grinned back too as his eyes shone. Professor would really try it! Forrest didn't care how much time it would take--it surely wouldn't exceed seven years he'd spend here. He would get to watch Premier League action and that was--
"What." Use at his own leisure? Use at his OWN leisure?!"But you just said--" His grin was gone in an instant, he blinked and stared at the man for three seconds. He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it! Here was the Professor only a minute ago telling him he'd try to charm a TV for FORREST--but now he was being the MEANEST person on Earth and wanted the TV for HIS OWN. Little boy just wanted to sit down there and whine and cry because world was unfair, because he wouldn't see any Premier League for SEVEN BLOODY YEARS due to SELFISH, HORRIBLE professors; but he was a wizard and wizards ought to be strong.
"I need to go," was his reply after the staring contest and he turned to leave without waiting for his reply.
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The Slytherin listened to the Professor's words. He heard them but did he get them...no. This was why he had an blank expression right now and when he was done talking he quickly clapped his hands.
Wait...why'd he clap his hands?
"Can someone see that with their own eyes? that solstice thingy?" cause eventhough he had no idea what that talk meant it sounded cool. And cool was good because it reminded him of ice cream...you know, cool=ice cream.
Nutella...nutella...he had heard about that once! ARGH where had he heard it before? He casually closed his eyes as he tried to remember before GASPING OUT LOUD. "THAT IS CHOCOLATE RIGHT?!" yes, he remembered his neighbor friend had that stuff at home! "And there should be oranges in it cause the sun is orange...i think...atleast they always are in my drawings that i made for my parents when i was younger!" true story.
And to prove it , he dropped his bag on the ground and opened it open. He took out a piece of parchment and ink and began to draw. It took him a couple of seconds and he held up his AWESOME DRAWING
"SEE!" Okay so he used black ink but the professor SHOULD get the point.
....DUDE! He asked how old was as in years, not hours! "How on earth did you calculate that so fast?! and i think you're fifty!".... "Professor"
Airey's blue eyes twinkled with excitement. "You CAN indeed, but it takes a lot of preparation. Perhaps next term I can arrange something for a lesson," he mused. But then it hit him that this particular young man would not be present for it. Mr. Katharos was a seventh year and while he had been a bit sad last term by the graduating students, he felt much more attached to this particular group. "I can owl you a procedure to seeing it if you would like." For the summer, you know, so he could do it on his own.
No premature man wibbling here. Nope.
"Hazelnut chocolate to be precise," he corrected with a grin. "Another clever muggle invention. A man named Pietro Ferrero created its earlier form in a time where there was very little chocolate because cocoa was in short supply due to World War II rationing." Nice little history lesson there. "Professor Romanos and I went to a Nutelleria during the summer holidays. First time I had had it." And now there was no turning back.
Two bowls of vanilla ice cream out, Airey opened a jar of nutella and stuck a spoon in it to scoop out a modest portion of the delicious stuff for his ice cream.
Oh, what a nice attempt at a drawing. "I think I do," he nodded as he squinted at the drawing. Was Mr. Katharos giving that to him?
Airey simply tapped his temple with his index finger. "You are about 16 years off, Mr. Katharos." Squint. Stare. Deduct house points for calling a professor over the hill?
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Interesting. Very interesting awkwardness. Though, Lottie was entirely sure that she was the same the first time she got a hug from someone outside her family. But really, she didn't mind. Airey had done his best. ^^
N'awwww. Look! HE WAS GIVING HER THE TEA AND ICE CREAM SHE'D ASKED FOR! This only brought more tears to her eyes, but the different kind. And she was starting to think this whole thing ridiculous, and she needed to pull herself together, right? Right! But yellooooow...
...Airey was even giving her something to dry her tears, that was nice. And she took the piece of fabric and gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Professor." He could go and hex Vinteren, right? It wasn't frowned upon between Staff people, yeah? She wouldn't suggest that, though, she simply tried to dry some tears, and was succeeding at it, before she started to explain. The tea she'll take in a few minutes, but she did take a spoonful of ice cream before speaking. "In *sniff* detention. With Mr. Vinteren. He had a huge bucket full *sniff*, entirely full of yellow paint...," THIS was the most terrifying thing ever..., "...and he made me paint...*sniff*...the walls, all the walls, and I was surrounded...," and she started to cry again, but took more ice cream and stopped, "...and when I spoke...the wall talked back, repeating my words...*sniff*," well, yes, she was calmer, it was probably the ice cream, or Airey, or everything, "...it was awful." Nod, nod.
And more ice cream, yup.
Could she please stop with the tears?!
Airey squirmed in his seat a bit. She seemed to be calming down a bit, so that made him relax a little. Part of him wanted to hug the Hufflepuff again, but the thought of doing so also brought him back to feeling ridiculously awkward once again so he just remained in his seat while he listened to her tale.
WOOOOOOAH there. She had lost him the moment she had said detention. "You were given a detention, Miss Wisteria? Whatever for?" he said clearly in disbelief. When he had seen her in the dungeons with Miss Cambridge at first he had assumed that she was simply escorting her friend. No offense to the Gryffindor, of course. She was just a lot like him at that age so he assumed.
And he knew how she felt about the color yellow, especially after his first assignment of the term. That Erik...Airey wasn't sure he liked the man anymore. He had highly respected him and his taste in attire, but then he had denied a bro hug and seemed to be.......up to something. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. His History of Magic assignment was also...a bit disturbing.
Not saying another word, he scooped Miss Wisteria another portion of raspberry ice cream.
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Forrest grinned back too as his eyes shone. Professor would really try it! Forrest didn't care how much time it would take--it surely wouldn't exceed seven years he'd spend here. He would get to watch Premier League action and that was--
"What." Use at his own leisure? Use at his OWN leisure?!"But you just said--" His grin was gone in an instant, he blinked and stared at the man for three seconds. He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it! Here was the Professor only a minute ago telling him he'd try to charm a TV for FORREST--but now he was being the MEANEST person on Earth and wanted the TV for HIS OWN. Little boy just wanted to sit down there and whine and cry because world was unfair, because he wouldn't see any Premier League for SEVEN BLOODY YEARS due to SELFISH, HORRIBLE professors; but he was a wizard and wizards ought to be strong.
"I need to go," was his reply after the staring contest and he turned to leave without waiting for his reply.
Holy comets what had he said to upset the boy so? Airey blinked and rubbed the back of his neck, shoving his hand under his collar and down his back just a bit. He had thought that the Hufflepuff had been excited about the TV being charmed!!
DID HE WANT ICE CREAM!? ICE CREAM ALWAYS MADE THINGS BETTER!
Oh. Right. Football. They had been discussing that and how much he had missed watching it and....oooooooooooooooooh.
"Of course, you would be welcome to use it as well," he said somewhat frantically as he recalled the entire purpose of the discussion. Sorry kid, your professor has the attention span of a niffler sometimes.
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Airey's blue eyes twinkled with excitement. "You CAN indeed, but it takes a lot of preparation. Perhaps next term I can arrange something for a lesson," he mused. But then it hit him that this particular young man would not be present for it. Mr. Katharos was a seventh year and while he had been a bit sad last term by the graduating students, he felt much more attached to this particular group. "I can owl you a procedure to seeing it if you would like." For the summer, you know, so he could do it on his own.
No premature man wibbling here. Nope.
"Hazelnut chocolate to be precise," he corrected with a grin. "Another clever muggle invention. A man named Pietro Ferrero created its earlier form in a time where there was very little chocolate because cocoa was in short supply due to World War II rationing." Nice little history lesson there. "Professor Romanos and I went to a Nutelleria during the summer holidays. First time I had had it." And now there was no turning back.
Two bowls of vanilla ice cream out, Airey opened a jar of nutella and stuck a spoon in it to scoop out a modest portion of the delicious stuff for his ice cream.
Oh, what a nice attempt at a drawing. "I think I do," he nodded as he squinted at the drawing. Was Mr. Katharos giving that to him?
Airey simply tapped his temple with his index finger. "You are about 16 years off, Mr. Katharos." Squint. Stare. Deduct house points for calling a professor over the hill?
At first, Daichi got even more excited when the Professor mentioned that they were maybe going to check out the Solstice next year in class. But then he frowned a little when he heard the *send an owl with details* comment. Why would he do that? Wasn't he allowed in class anymore? WHATHADHEDOOOONE?!
It took a few seconds for the words to sink in. He was graduating this term. There would be no Prefect Daichi Duck Boy Katharos in the school next year and the thought hit him like a moving train. "R-right..." was the only thing he could say.
RIGHT IN THE FEELS, PROFESSOR!
He looked sad for a moment, until his eyes landed on the ice cream the Professor took out and his bright smile got back again. He KNEW there was some ice cream here~! Resisting the urge to snatch away the bowl so that he could eat, the Slytherin waited...not so patiently... for the Professor to give him the bowl.
Professor Romanos and i.... "Are you two dating?" he asked trying not to sound too curious but failing immensely. And while he waited for an answer he rolled up his parchment with his drawing and placed it back in his bag.
"16 years off..." he repeated. OOPS! "So...so you're...uhm..." he wasn't good in mental arithmetic! He could do it in Arithmancy but there he had a piece of paper. But still, he wanted to try and so he counted, while using his fingers. SHUSH OK?!
"35?...no no wait! 34!" O______O he was that young?!
Why did he think he was fifty?! Gosh this was embarrassing...
Airey squirmed in his seat a bit. She seemed to be calming down a bit, so that made him relax a little. Part of him wanted to hug the Hufflepuff again, but the thought of doing so also brought him back to feeling ridiculously awkward once again so he just remained in his seat while he listened to her tale.
WOOOOOOAH there. She had lost him the moment she had said detention. "You were given a detention, Miss Wisteria? Whatever for?" he said clearly in disbelief. When he had seen her in the dungeons with Miss Cambridge at first he had assumed that she was simply escorting her friend. No offense to the Gryffindor, of course. She was just a lot like him at that age so he assumed.
And he knew how she felt about the color yellow, especially after his first assignment of the term. That Erik...Airey wasn't sure he liked the man anymore. He had highly respected him and his taste in attire, but then he had denied a bro hug and seemed to be.......up to something. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. His History of Magic assignment was also...a bit disturbing.
Not saying another word, he scooped Miss Wisteria another portion of raspberry ice cream.
*sniff* *sniff*
Tears had definitely stopped by now. And...seriously, Professor Airey?? Out of all the possible questions he could ask, or EVERYTHING bad he could say of the torturer Mr. Vinteren, he chose to ask that? UGH. And she just promised to tell the truth from now on. Thanks, Vinteren.
She smiled, though, especially at the new added scoop of raspberry ice cream, of course, she kept on eating, because it was delicious and she was feeling better and better with each spoon. Weird, no? She was never such a big fan of ice cream...hmmm...oh, well! "Did you think I was escorting Alexa?" Seems legit. "But, yeah, *sniff* I had detention with Mr. Vinteren." MR., no Professor still. "It...was a misunderstanding...," she bit her lip, but brought more ice cream to her mouth after that and dried the remainder of tears with Airey's pocket square. "...you know, *sniff*, how...'not telling' equals 'lying', and how I must not question his authority." Pfffft. Misunderstandings.
*sniff*
How well would he take if he found out they called for his presence before the decision for detention was made? Clearly, L-Squared had their authority figures in order. CLEARLY.
Holy comets what had he said to upset the boy so? Airey blinked and rubbed the back of his neck, shoving his hand under his collar and down his back just a bit. He had thought that the Hufflepuff had been excited about the TV being charmed!!
DID HE WANT ICE CREAM!? ICE CREAM ALWAYS MADE THINGS BETTER!
Oh. Right. Football. They had been discussing that and how much he had missed watching it and....oooooooooooooooooh.
"Of course, you would be welcome to use it as well," he said somewhat frantically as he recalled the entire purpose of the discussion. Sorry kid, your professor has the attention span of a niffler sometimes.
Forrest halted in the middle of the room, processing the frantic utterance. Okay, Professor deserved a smile, so he turned and beamed at the man, though it was nothing compared to his first excitement about this TV plans. "Thank you Professor," he said as his beam got bigger. He suspected the validity of this offer, but his heart wanted to believe it so... he still loved the Professor a lot. He wasn't horrible or mean, he was still the best man if he managed to charm a TV to work here.
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At first, Daichi got even more excited when the Professor mentioned that they were maybe going to check out the Solstice next year in class. But then he frowned a little when he heard the *send an owl with details* comment. Why would he do that? Wasn't he allowed in class anymore? WHATHADHEDOOOONE?!
It took a few seconds for the words to sink in. He was graduating this term. There would be no Prefect Daichi Duck Boy Katharos in the school next year and the thought hit him like a moving train. "R-right..." was the only thing he could say.
RIGHT IN THE FEELS, PROFESSOR!
He looked sad for a moment, until his eyes landed on the ice cream the Professor took out and his bright smile got back again. He KNEW there was some ice cream here~! Resisting the urge to snatch away the bowl so that he could eat, the Slytherin waited...not so patiently... for the Professor to give him the bowl.
Professor Romanos and i.... "Are you two dating?" he asked trying not to sound too curious but failing immensely. And while he waited for an answer he rolled up his parchment with his drawing and placed it back in his bag.
"16 years off..." he repeated. OOPS! "So...so you're...uhm..." he wasn't good in mental arithmetic! He could do it in Arithmancy but there he had a piece of paper. But still, he wanted to try and so he counted, while using his fingers. SHUSH OK?!
"35?...no no wait! 34!" O______O he was that young?!
Why did he think he was fifty?! Gosh this was embarrassing...
Score one for the Flamsteed. Not. He seemed to just be racking up the social points this term.
While he was lost mulling over his lack of social skills and pondering whether or not to head to the library and see if there was a book on the subject - would LeoBALD know - he soon found himself choking on air like a fish out of water when the Slytherin prefect spoke.
HIM....MEDEA...D-D-DATING...
Airey began to tug on his tie a bit to loosen it as the color rose in his face. Holy Orion who had turned up the heat in his office? He was too caught up on this thought to hear the boy guess his age again. Not that he would even comment to begin with. Yep. It was that time again.
Without another word, Airey melted out of his chair and into the floor where he began to plank again. Yep. Just going to blend in with the floor, Mr. Katharos. Don't mind us.
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*sniff* *sniff*
Tears had definitely stopped by now. And...seriously, Professor Airey?? Out of all the possible questions he could ask, or EVERYTHING bad he could say of the torturer Mr. Vinteren, he chose to ask that? UGH. And she just promised to tell the truth from now on. Thanks, Vinteren.
She smiled, though, especially at the new added scoop of raspberry ice cream, of course, she kept on eating, because it was delicious and she was feeling better and better with each spoon. Weird, no? She was never such a big fan of ice cream...hmmm...oh, well! "Did you think I was escorting Alexa?" Seems legit. "But, yeah, *sniff* I had detention with Mr. Vinteren." MR., no Professor still. "It...was a misunderstanding...," she bit her lip, but brought more ice cream to her mouth after that and dried the remainder of tears with Airey's pocket square. "...you know, *sniff*, how...'not telling' equals 'lying', and how I must not question his authority." Pfffft. Misunderstandings.
*sniff*
How well would he take if he found out they called for his presence before the decision for detention was made? Clearly, L-Squared had their authority figures in order. CLEARLY.
He nodded, but kept his thoughts to himself. He hadn't thought that Miss Wisteria was the sort to get caught and given a detention. She had a bit too much Slytherin in her for that. And as she continued to speak he chuckled in his head. Same reason that he had given Mr. Gunter a detention for, withholding information. He really wished that he could tell her that he disagreed with Erik, because her tears and sniffles were making him extremely uncomfortable and he was sure that doing so would help make them stop, but he actually agreed with the man. This time.
"And what information was it that you were withholding?" he asked, staring at her bowl of ice cream because it wasn't crying. Melting a little and crying were two very different things.
As for questioning authority, Airey wasn't sure he was allowed to comment on that. Hadn't the legendary Golden Trio done so over and over again? Had they not done so then the Wizarding World would be a VERY different place right now. He shuddered at the thought.
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Forrest halted in the middle of the room, processing the frantic utterance. Okay, Professor deserved a smile, so he turned and beamed at the man, though it was nothing compared to his first excitement about this TV plans. "Thank you Professor," he said as his beam got bigger. He suspected the validity of this offer, but his heart wanted to believe it so... he still loved the Professor a lot. He wasn't horrible or mean, he was still the best man if he managed to charm a TV to work here.
"Have a nice day sir." And he exited the room.
"You have a good day," he waved to the Hufflepuff as he left. He really should look into charming that TV now. He would ask Ivy...but she was scary and grumpy. Maybe Medea knew a thing or two about that. Hmmm...
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Score one for the Flamsteed. Not. He seemed to just be racking up the social points this term.
While he was lost mulling over his lack of social skills and pondering whether or not to head to the library and see if there was a book on the subject - would LeoBALD know - he soon found himself choking on air like a fish out of water when the Slytherin prefect spoke.
HIM....MEDEA...D-D-DATING...
Airey began to tug on his tie a bit to loosen it as the color rose in his face. Holy Orion who had turned up the heat in his office? He was too caught up on this thought to hear the boy guess his age again. Not that he would even comment to begin with. Yep. It was that time again.
Without another word, Airey melted out of his chair and into the floor where he began to plank again. Yep. Just going to blend in with the floor, Mr. Katharos. Don't mind us.
Daichi was still busy with placing his amazing drawing back in his school bag, rolled up and all so he hadn't really noticed the Professor started to act ...weird. When he was done, he stood back up to see that he was red in the face.
....What's going on? Was he SICK?! He was about to open his mouth to ask something when the man suddenly lay down on the floor. Daichi blinked and then staaaared at the Professor his hand scratching the back of his head in a confused way. SERIOUSLY WHATS GOING ON?!
"PROFESSOR WHAT'S WRONG?! are you sick? should i get the Healer?! what what!?" WAAAAH don't do thiiis this was freaking him out! And the panic was shown on his face as he quickly walked to the other side of the desk.
"Professor, if you're really sick, can i have your bowl of ice cream?" WHA? no Daichi! Not the time to ask!
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Daichi was still busy with placing his amazing drawing back in his school bag, rolled up and all so he hadn't really noticed the Professor started to act ...weird. When he was done, he stood back up to see that he was red in the face.
....What's going on? Was he SICK?! He was about to open his mouth to ask something when the man suddenly lay down on the floor. Daichi blinked and then staaaared at the Professor his hand scratching the back of his head in a confused way. SERIOUSLY WHATS GOING ON?!
"PROFESSOR WHAT'S WRONG?! are you sick? should i get the Healer?! what what!?" WAAAAH don't do thiiis this was freaking him out! And the panic was shown on his face as he quickly walked to the other side of the desk.
"Professor, if you're really sick, can i have your bowl of ice cream?" WHA? no Daichi! Not the time to ask!
Airey stayed just like that, face pressed into the ground, for what seemed like a long while but was really only about 10 seconds. It was too hard staying still for so long. Impossible really. He just needed to keep moving somehow, which is why his foot was tapping against his desk and his fingers began to twitch.
Under any normal circumstances Airey would have let this played out a bit more. Great practical joke, right? Causing a prefect to panic and all. Only instead of making things less awkward he felt more awkward because his attention was on the question that Mr. Katharos had just asked. Not that he found the question bad. It was actually rather.....never mind. He was feeling more nervous and fidgety again.
"Just....checking for any dust or lint under my desk," he said quite suddenly. "Nope. None here." Time to sit back back, yes?
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