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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.
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.
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Airey was on the other side of the door alphabetizing his science fiction literature for the tenth time that day due to his inability to sit still. He had done it once by title. Then by author. Then by the first word in each book. Then last. Then on page 394. And now he was back to author's name again.
OH! He knew that voice!
Opening the door at the word Prof, Airey expected to see Miss Fischer looking triumphant...but that was not the case. Holy comets...was Medea close on her tail?
Heh. That was punny.
"Quickly, inside," he hissed as he pulled the quidditch captain in by her robes, vacuum and bag included. OOC: consider yourself in the office now :3
WHY was she being dragged?
"STOP manhandling me, professor, it's against school rules," Alice informed him once inside the office, jerking out of his grip and dusting off her robes. Was that really against school rules? Really, though, not cool. Touching was not appreciated, Aireyhead. "Chill, I got your cat hair, prof. Except I left it in the bag because I know you don't like that stuff." She was such a good minion, see?
Wasn't there supposed to be a reward for this?
And how did she get the bag out of the vacuum again?
Muggle contraptions. Hmph.
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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.
*sniff*
Okay, no more tears. No more. We promise, Professor Flamsteed. We promise. We promise to break that promise in the future. Maybe. Maybe not. No one knows, she doesn't attend Divination, after all.
Oh, no. He didn't ask that. It wasn't fair either, because Lottie could very well tell him everything, even information that Erik Vinteren didn't have. For certain, that is, because she was sure the man still suspected, but he had no proof. "I...," she drank some tea this time, because it was always soothing, tea, "...It wasn't my information, it was someone else's." TRUE. She'd be telling what Lex did, since Lottie merely accepted gifts. We've been over this already.
*sniff*
"It involves the hourglasses. I was present the night the goblin took the gems." Really, though, she wanted to tell him, but...Lex. Not to mention she ALREADY got in trouble for this, Airey. So....she left the tea and went back to ice cream.
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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?
His expression was still concerned when he had made his way around the desk. What if he was really sick? what should he do?! He couldn't make a patronus and having to run for help was just...ugh.
This whole situation was really weird. And that was saying something concidering that Daichi himself was weird. He eyed the man, still on the ground and chuckled when he heard the light tap tap tap from the shoes against the desk. Weird professor is weird. That's why Daichi liked him~ He was cool and not grumpy unlike a certain Slytherin, won't say names.
"Checking for dust?" he repeated and laughed freely when he realised the Professor wasn't sick or hurt. "I can help make this place more dusty..." and without warning he grabbed his wand and held it up.
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WHY was she being dragged?
"STOP manhandling me, professor, it's against school rules," Alice informed him once inside the office, jerking out of his grip and dusting off her robes. Was that really against school rules? Really, though, not cool. Touching was not appreciated, Aireyhead. "Chill, I got your cat hair, prof. Except I left it in the bag because I know you don't like that stuff." She was such a good minion, see?
Wasn't there supposed to be a reward for this?
And how did she get the bag out of the vacuum again?
Muggle contraptions. Hmph.
Manhandling? "Interesting terminology, Miss Fischer," he chuckled. "I was simply trying to ensure that you were hidden in case Professor Romanos was on your heels." So, not manhandling. Protecting.
And he really didn't want the cat hair. Like REALLY did not want the cat hair, so he was grateful that she did not have the bag with her now.
"But excellent work, Miss Fischer, and thank you. How does a bowl of ice cream sound?" he beamed at the Gryffindor as he summoned two bowls of deliciousness towards them from his office stash. "Oh, and take 7 points for your skill with the Sucking Charm." Which really meant thank you for being my minion and making Medea's feline beasts look ridiculous, but he wouldn't say that.
SPOILER!!: Lottie T___T
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*sniff*
Okay, no more tears. No more. We promise, Professor Flamsteed. We promise. We promise to break that promise in the future. Maybe. Maybe not. No one knows, she doesn't attend Divination, after all.
Oh, no. He didn't ask that. It wasn't fair either, because Lottie could very well tell him everything, even information that Erik Vinteren didn't have. For certain, that is, because she was sure the man still suspected, but he had no proof. "I...," she drank some tea this time, because it was always soothing, tea, "...It wasn't my information, it was someone else's." TRUE. She'd be telling what Lex did, since Lottie merely accepted gifts. We've been over this already.
*sniff*
"It involves the hourglasses. I was present the night the goblin took the gems." Really, though, she wanted to tell him, but...Lex. Not to mention she ALREADY got in trouble for this, Airey. So....she left the tea and went back to ice cream.
Mmmhmm. Ice cream.
Airey furrowed his brows while he tried to figure out how best to proceed with this conversation. He still had not entirely figured out Miss Wisteria - besides knowing that she would consume anything as long as it was raspberry flavored - and he did not want to push her to the point of tears again. However, she really was not giving him much to go on.
"That someone else being Miss Cambridge I presume," he deducted as he thought back on their conversation thus far and what he had seen down in the dungeons. Ah yes, the goblins. "That must have been quite the experience," he nodded. "Seeing those gems be taken like that. I heard they caused quite the stir."
But that seemed to be all she was going to give him about that topic. Hmmm. Again, not much to go off of.
"Go on," he said calmly while taking another sip from his cup.
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His expression was still concerned when he had made his way around the desk. What if he was really sick? what should he do?! He couldn't make a patronus and having to run for help was just...ugh.
This whole situation was really weird. And that was saying something concidering that Daichi himself was weird. He eyed the man, still on the ground and chuckled when he heard the light tap tap tap from the shoes against the desk. Weird professor is weird. That's why Daichi liked him~ He was cool and not grumpy unlike a certain Slytherin, won't say names.
"Checking for dust?" he repeated and laughed freely when he realised the Professor wasn't sick or hurt. "I can help make this place more dusty..." and without warning he grabbed his wand and held it up.
"No no no no," he said with some slight arm flailing. "No need to bring lint IN. I would rather it stay out of my office and far far away from me."
Sweet solstice was Airey glad that Mr. Katharos was one of the most gullible people he had ever met. Buying the whole looking for lint story and all. At least he had managed to distract him from his initial question. So he was going to keep going with this story. "Have to make sure everything is clean on your own considering the current situation here at Hogwarts. I hope you check under your bed for dust bunnies every day."
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"No no no no," he said with some slight arm flailing. "No need to bring lint IN. I would rather it stay out of my office and far far away from me."
Sweet solstice was Airey glad that Mr. Katharos was one of the most gullible people he had ever met. Buying the whole looking for lint story and all. At least he had managed to distract him from his initial question. So he was going to keep going with this story. "Have to make sure everything is clean on your own considering the current situation here at Hogwarts. I hope you check under your bed for dust bunnies every day.
No?
Daichi lowered his wand and POUTED in dissapointment while he looked around the room. Was he the only one that liked a bit of dust? He knew it wasn't healthy, Merlin don't remind him, he had gotten alot of speeches at home from his father but...sigh...he didn't know.
Maybe its because he hates cleaning? Yup, must be it.
And this was why he did not understand the Professor when he told him that he wanted to get it out of his office. Did he have a phobia as well? Like..a germ phobia? Did that even excist?
Check under his bed for dust bunnies? Daichi sat back down on the chair and tried to style his hair with his finger, a sign that showed he was a little nervous. Just a little though. "W-well, i do" he said and thought he should add some more to make it more convincing. "not everyday, actually its been a while but i do..i really do...and"
WHY COULDN'T HE LIE?! *major!pout* "I don't like cleaning! Its boring and i don't get why someone likes iiiiit" Woah, he was even worse at telling the truth... "I mean, my dad always nags about my room. Daichi clean your room it looks like a bomb went off here! And when i cleaned it i have to do it again a few days later!"
Yup, he totally did not understand this and already made a decision about his life. He folded his arms over each other like a defending five year old and muttered a "I'm going to hire maids to clean for me" yep.
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Manhandling? "Interesting terminology, Miss Fischer," he chuckled. "I was simply trying to ensure that you were hidden in case Professor Romanos was on your heels." So, not manhandling. Protecting.
And he really didn't want the cat hair. Like REALLY did not want the cat hair, so he was grateful that she did not have the bag with her now.
"But excellent work, Miss Fischer, and thank you. How does a bowl of ice cream sound?" he beamed at the Gryffindor as he summoned two bowls of deliciousness towards them from his office stash. "Oh, and take 7 points for your skill with the Sucking Charm." Which really meant thank you for being my minion and making Medea's feline beasts look ridiculous, but he wouldn't say that.
"She wasn't. When I left her, she was stuck thinking her cat was a rat and cowering in fear in the corner. It's okay, though, she'll realize it's her pet soon enough." That was her defense professor? Come on Romanos, it was a RAT. Alice had caught one of those with her bare hands for that potions lesson on ingredients this year, be a Gryffindor.
And.. seven points? "Professor, I risked my LIFE in there. Romanos could have totally hexed or cursed or jinxed me. I wouldn't be able to play Quidditch. Don't you think that's deserving of at least ten? It was really AWESOME skill." Cue puppy eyes and innocent looks. Come on, Aireyhead, they were in LAST place. And really, three more points wasn't going to kill anyone, was it?
OH BUT ICE CREAM. YES. YES, THAT WAS BETTER THAN HOUSEPOINTS. .. she still wanted those three, though. More puppy eyes.
Ice cream, though. "I want some!! What flavor? Jelly slug?!" No one would EVER give her jelly slug.
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Airey furrowed his brows while he tried to figure out how best to proceed with this conversation. He still had not entirely figured out Miss Wisteria - besides knowing that she would consume anything as long as it was raspberry flavored - and he did not want to push her to the point of tears again. However, she really was not giving him much to go on.
"That someone else being Miss Cambridge I presume," he deducted as he thought back on their conversation thus far and what he had seen down in the dungeons. Ah yes, the goblins. "That must have been quite the experience," he nodded. "Seeing those gems be taken like that. I heard they caused quite the stir."
But that seemed to be all she was going to give him about that topic. Hmmm. Again, not much to go off of.
"Go on," he said calmly while taking another sip from his cup.
Miss Wisteria was that hard to figure out, Professor Flamsteed. *wink*
That small frown he had? We notice, but choose to ignore it. And if he was disappointed at not getting more information about this, then he was not the man she thought he was. Just kidding.Miss Cambridge. Of course, who else? She'd definitely tell if this was Kaiden they were talking about, maybe even Aidan, depending on the situation. And sure, throw Mika in there too. But Alexa, yeah, Lottie wouldn't tell on her. Except..., "Yes." It was her. Airey had seen her in the dungeons with Lottie, it was easy to guess. OOOOOOH. This could be a change of topic..., "It was terrible, Professor, they were taking the rubies and the sapphires...," she could care less about the topazes, "...and...and...the pretty emeralds." They didn't have those, though.
"Were you the one who replaced them?" She went from ice cream to tea and viceversa. And it was working. Until he said 'Go on'. Oh, so he did want to know??
Lottie sighed. "There was a topaz...and we wanted to know its worth, just to know how much the goblin took...and Lex suggested Vinteren...," did she need to explain more? Because she had a small pout on her face, don't maaake her cryyyy, Aireeeeey.
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Originally Posted by CassiopeiaAKTF
No?
Daichi lowered his wand and POUTED in dissapointment while he looked around the room. Was he the only one that liked a bit of dust? He knew it wasn't healthy, Merlin don't remind him, he had gotten alot of speeches at home from his father but...sigh...he didn't know.
Maybe its because he hates cleaning? Yup, must be it.
And this was why he did not understand the Professor when he told him that he wanted to get it out of his office. Did he have a phobia as well? Like..a germ phobia? Did that even excist?
Check under his bed for dust bunnies? Daichi sat back down on the chair and tried to style his hair with his finger, a sign that showed he was a little nervous. Just a little though. "W-well, i do" he said and thought he should add some more to make it more convincing. "not everyday, actually its been a while but i do..i really do...and"
WHY COULDN'T HE LIE?! *major!pout* "I don't like cleaning! Its boring and i don't get why someone likes iiiiit" Woah, he was even worse at telling the truth... "I mean, my dad always nags about my room. Daichi clean your room it looks like a bomb went off here! And when i cleaned it i have to do it again a few days later!"
Yup, he totally did not understand this and already made a decision about his life. He folded his arms over each other like a defending five year old and muttered a "I'm going to hire maids to clean for me" yep.
Of course Mr. Katharos did not like cleaning. He was a teenager. Then again, Airey had enjoyed cleaning as a teen. Cleaning had sort of been his THING since he was, hmmm, ten years old or so maybe. NASA had definitely made him a bit more of a neat freak. All those potential accidents that could occur in space if one were careless...
Pity he never got his chance.
"One cannot just clean something up once and expect it to stay that way forever," he chuckled as he sat back down in his chair. Ah yes, much better up here than on the ground. Closer to his ice cream.
Hire a maid. Ha. "Hiring a maid requires money, Mr. Katharos. Unless you are going to get a house elf." Money meant a job which reminded him... "Have you given any more thought to your post Hogwarts career since we last spoke?"
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"She wasn't. When I left her, she was stuck thinking her cat was a rat and cowering in fear in the corner. It's okay, though, she'll realize it's her pet soon enough." That was her defense professor? Come on Romanos, it was a RAT. Alice had caught one of those with her bare hands for that potions lesson on ingredients this year, be a Gryffindor.
And.. seven points? "Professor, I risked my LIFE in there. Romanos could have totally hexed or cursed or jinxed me. I wouldn't be able to play Quidditch. Don't you think that's deserving of at least ten? It was really AWESOME skill." Cue puppy eyes and innocent looks. Come on, Aireyhead, they were in LAST place. And really, three more points wasn't going to kill anyone, was it?
OH BUT ICE CREAM. YES. YES, THAT WAS BETTER THAN HOUSEPOINTS. .. she still wanted those three, though. More puppy eyes.
Ice cream, though. "I want some!! What flavor? Jelly slug?!" No one would EVER give her jelly slug.
"I hardly think your life was at stake, Miss Fischer," Airey chuckled. "Professor Romanos is not the sort to kill a student."
Although the thought of Medea dueling a student over her feline beasts' loss of fur was a rather amusing one. He wondered what she would be like in a duel. Medea, not Miss Fischer. He imagined the quidditch captain would end up gnawing on her opponent's wand arm midway and declare herself the winner. Medea though, with all her yoga and appearance of being calm and tranquil...now that was something he would like to see.
"I could not give you any points if you continue to complain," he said as he oh-so-maturely stuck out his tongue. Ice cream itself was enough of a reward in his book, but her efforts did deserve something a little extra.
"Don't believe I have any jelly slug ice cream," he mused. He wasn't even aware that there was such a flavor! He wasn't really a fan of jelly slug anyway though. "I just have what was in the kitchen." And he scooped two scoops of ice cream out - one for each of them - and leaned back in his seat. "You are welcome to more if you want some."
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Originally Posted by Lockhartian
Miss Wisteria was that hard to figure out, Professor Flamsteed. *wink*
That small frown he had? We notice, but choose to ignore it. And if he was disappointed at not getting more information about this, then he was not the man she thought he was. Just kidding.Miss Cambridge. Of course, who else? She'd definitely tell if this was Kaiden they were talking about, maybe even Aidan, depending on the situation. And sure, throw Mika in there too. But Alexa, yeah, Lottie wouldn't tell on her. Except..., "Yes." It was her. Airey had seen her in the dungeons with Lottie, it was easy to guess. OOOOOOH. This could be a change of topic..., "It was terrible, Professor, they were taking the rubies and the sapphires...," she could care less about the topazes, "...and...and...the pretty emeralds." They didn't have those, though.
"Were you the one who replaced them?" She went from ice cream to tea and viceversa. And it was working. Until he said 'Go on'. Oh, so he did want to know??
Lottie sighed. "There was a topaz...and we wanted to know its worth, just to know how much the goblin took...and Lex suggested Vinteren...," did she need to explain more? Because she had a small pout on her face, don't maaake her cryyyy, Aireeeeey.
Airey was actually smiling in Miss Wisteria's direction, and not a patronizing sort of smile. It was a genuine sort of smile that implied approval on a certain level. "While I do not approve of withholding information when it is asked directly of you," he said, just as a sort of disclaimer. He wasn't entirely sure he trusted Erik since he had refused his bro!hug in the Tower Patch, so not telling that man everything was SORT OF alright in his book. "What you did was also very admirable in its own right."
Small pause here while he gathered his thoughts and attempted to stop his palms from sweating. He could SEEEEEEEEEE the sparkle of tears still there in the girl's eyes. "While I understand you don't feel as though you are in the correct house," he began. Yes, he had figured that one out on his own - hate of yellow aside. "You showed true loyalty to Miss Cambridge, a very Hufflepuff trait."
And please don't change your mind about him because he pointed that out, okay?
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"Not nearly as glamorous as jewels, I was more than happy to donate my rock collection to the cause," he grinned.
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Of course Mr. Katharos did not like cleaning. He was a teenager. Then again, Airey had enjoyed cleaning as a teen. Cleaning had sort of been his THING since he was, hmmm, ten years old or so maybe. NASA had definitely made him a bit more of a neat freak. All those potential accidents that could occur in space if one were careless...
Pity he never got his chance.
"One cannot just clean something up once and expect it to stay that way forever," he chuckled as he sat back down in his chair. Ah yes, much better up here than on the ground. Closer to his ice cream.
Hire a maid. Ha. "Hiring a maid requires money, Mr. Katharos. Unless you are going to get a house elf." Money meant a job which reminded him... "Have you given any more thought to your post Hogwarts career since we last spoke?"
Grabbing the bowl of ice cream, Daichi ate from it and smiled when he FINALLY tasted the sweetness. YAY for ice cream with nutella right?! While eating, he listened to the Professors words about cleaning and BLEEEH!
He knew that once you cleaned something it wouldn't stay clean forever. Someone should invent that though, never having to clean again....and without spending money because apparently a maid means he has to pay them and that too was BLEEEH!
Why was being an adult so boring? Could he turn back time and be a kid forever? But if he hired a house elf he or she would work for free right? "It would be so cool to have a house elf but...i also think that its sad that they work so hard for nothing" *WIBBLE* And he couldn't really blame the house elves at the school for leaving. though he still suspected that hadn't been the case and that SOMEONE set them free
Post Hogwarts career
"I did give it a thought..." he muttered, "I'm thinking about working at a clothing store or something in the muggle world and then i'll see what will happen" AND HE BETTER COME VISIT THE STORE SOMETIMES!
Although he was excited with having found something, his expression was different. He was biting his lower lip the whole time and shuffled in the chair nervously. His eyes went to the bag on the ground where he knew a letter from his father was in.
He looked up at the Professor and became silent. He wanted to tell someone about this, just so that he wasn't going to explode with thoughts and worries. He thought deeply for another few moments before nodding his head. "Pr-professor can i tell you something? i really need to get this out of my system and i actually wanted to tell this to Professor Magnus but she's not here anymore and Kurumi and Jonathan aren't here as well and they were the only people who listened to me and ..." His hands began to shake nervously and he tried to take a deep breath to calm himself. "You only need to listen but please don't tell anyone" like...NO ONE.
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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Airey had discovered a new pastime: spinning around in his chair really fast and seeing how many times he could spin before he fell out of it. So far he was up to 40...41...42...43...4--
Oh, a knock at the door!
Jumping out of his seat without thinking, the astronomer essentially faceplanted into the door with a loud THUD before he calmly opened it; rubbing his nose a bit and his eyes watering slightly.
"Miss Cambridge, come on in."
OOC: welcome back you can post inside the office now Dani
She was going fine on the avoiding sound thing until the THUD that had her first wincing then scowling as the door was opened. Noise. No noises, sounds were fine but noise...no. Was this how Lottie felt? Probably not because the noises didn't hurt her ears she just disliked them--or wait...did they hurt her ears. Lex would have to look into that.
For now, heading into the office. Lex went straight to the seat she normally sat at without being invited to sit. Kinda bad form when she thought about it but then she wasn't thinking much, she was trying not to until she had ice-cream and Professor Airey saying nice things.
While she waited on him to get over whatever attack he'd faced on his way to open the door, she sat quietly and hoped there wouldn't be anymore.
Noises. Just no.
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Airey was actually smiling in Miss Wisteria's direction, and not a patronizing sort of smile. It was a genuine sort of smile that implied approval on a certain level. "While I do not approve of withholding information when it is asked directly of you," he said, just as a sort of disclaimer. He wasn't entirely sure he trusted Erik since he had refused his bro!hug in the Tower Patch, so not telling that man everything was SORT OF alright in his book. "What you did was also very admirable in its own right."
Small pause here while he gathered his thoughts and attempted to stop his palms from sweating. He could SEEEEEEEEEE the sparkle of tears still there in the girl's eyes. "While I understand you don't feel as though you are in the correct house," he began. Yes, he had figured that one out on his own - hate of yellow aside. "You showed true loyalty to Miss Cambridge, a very Hufflepuff trait."
And please don't change your mind about him because he pointed that out, okay?
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"Not nearly as glamorous as jewels, I was more than happy to donate my rock collection to the cause," he grinned.
Creepy, Airey, creepy. Why are you smiling??
Lottie kept her eyes on him as he spoke. They way he'd started that sentence made her believe that what she was about to listen was something that her ears would enjoy. So she nodded. And then the biggest smile ever appeared on her face. It was time for tea!
Admirable. N'awww, that was some kind of awesome. Especially coming from Airey. "Thank you, Professor." Because it was totally a compliment.
Tea time! But she wiped whatever was left of her tears away before drinking more raspberry tea. And then it happened. How did he--?? It was really that obvious, wasn't it? Like, sure, some of her classmates knew, her housemates certainly did know, but Professors? Not really, no. So she was definitely surprised to hear this. But she didn't interrupt him, she was actually curious about what else he could add to make this the worse day ever.
Oh.
Loyalty. Right. "She's my best friend." It was the thing you did. It didn't relate to loyalty. She was in denial, of course. But, she felt the need to finish her tea and stoop up, she was going to tell him something, something she's never said before, out in the open, at least, and walked to his science fiction models. Don't worry, we're not touching, we're just looking. Or pretending to. "You know, loyalty runs in all the Houses, though they may differ from one to another in a certain way," this is true, there were all sorts of loyalty. It could be towards books, facts, or justice, but it was there. "My family...," she kept on looking at the display case, "...they all belonged in Slytherin." FACT. "The colors, the House, it was all I knew while growing up," it had been all she wanted, this is why Airey could understand, "All I wanted was to belong in the House of Green and Silver...," she smiled, looking away from the case and up to...hey, was that a drawing made by Oakey? "...I guess we know how that turned out." Well, hellooooo, yellooow??? "No one really cares about this but me, actually." They were entirely fine with Lottie being a Hufflepuff, that was even more upsetting to her. "It is something really hard to accept, but we don't get to know why we don't get the things we want, do we?" THIS she said while looking at him, the man who'd Silencio'd Oakey according to that drawing. "Doesn't matter how bad we want it, sometimes it doesn't happen." She was starting to feel like she needed ice cream again. "Being loyal is a very human trait." Well, she was back to her chair now, because she'd concluded her little speech, sort of, "It does not belong to Hufflepuffs alone." What she was saying was: Please do not try to make this any better by bringing Hufflepuff, it won't work. And she WILL cry, so stop it.
So, now that she was sitting and had had a spoon of ice cream, she smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you, though." It was truly very nice of him. Very un-Gryffindor like. "The Sorting Hat makes mistakes from time to time." Loyalty was also mentioned to Harry Potter, a Gryffindor. Point made.
MERLIN!
This next topic made her former smile return. The rocks. Sure, not as glamorous as jewels, but they serve their purpose, so..it was all good. "I knew it had been you." Because, who else, right?
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Grabbing the bowl of ice cream, Daichi ate from it and smiled when he FINALLY tasted the sweetness. YAY for ice cream with nutella right?! While eating, he listened to the Professors words about cleaning and BLEEEH!
He knew that once you cleaned something it wouldn't stay clean forever. Someone should invent that though, never having to clean again....and without spending money because apparently a maid means he has to pay them and that too was BLEEEH!
Why was being an adult so boring? Could he turn back time and be a kid forever? But if he hired a house elf he or she would work for free right? "It would be so cool to have a house elf but...i also think that its sad that they work so hard for nothing" *WIBBLE* And he couldn't really blame the house elves at the school for leaving. though he still suspected that hadn't been the case and that SOMEONE set them free
Post Hogwarts career
"I did give it a thought..." he muttered, "I'm thinking about working at a clothing store or something in the muggle world and then i'll see what will happen" AND HE BETTER COME VISIT THE STORE SOMETIMES!
Although he was excited with having found something, his expression was different. He was biting his lower lip the whole time and shuffled in the chair nervously. His eyes went to the bag on the ground where he knew a letter from his father was in.
He looked up at the Professor and became silent. He wanted to tell someone about this, just so that he wasn't going to explode with thoughts and worries. He thought deeply for another few moments before nodding his head. "Pr-professor can i tell you something? i really need to get this out of my system and i actually wanted to tell this to Professor Magnus but she's not here anymore and Kurumi and Jonathan aren't here as well and they were the only people who listened to me and ..." His hands began to shake nervously and he tried to take a deep breath to calm himself. "You only need to listen but please don't tell anyone" like...NO ONE.
"I wouldn't feel too bad for house elves," he replied with a shake of the head. They seem to enjoy what they do well enough and as long as their owners treat them with respect all is well." He knew how some wizarding families could be though. Abusing house elves simply because they were willing slaves gave wizards a bad name. "The Hogwarts elves are among some of the better off ones."
OH! IN THE MUGGLE WORLD!? "WHERE?!" he practically shouted at the boy due to his enthusiasm. "I mean..." he coughed a bit to clear his throat. "Do you feel prepared for such a thing? The muggle world is drastically differnt from the wizarding one. They have these traps just for fingers. They trick you into thinking it is just some harmless toe too."
And then the Slytherin prefect got really serious. Airey was familiar with the former Transfiguration professor, but the other two names were completely foreign to him. Must be students who had graduated prior. He thought he had come across both their names while looking through old yearbooks while he got adjusted to his new position on staff. "I cannot promise not to tell, Mr. Katharos depending on what it is you are about to tell me." Surely the boy understood. Depending on the severity of whatever it was.
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She was going fine on the avoiding sound thing until the THUD that had her first wincing then scowling as the door was opened. Noise. No noises, sounds were fine but noise...no. Was this how Lottie felt? Probably not because the noises didn't hurt her ears she just disliked them--or wait...did they hurt her ears. Lex would have to look into that.
For now, heading into the office. Lex went straight to the seat she normally sat at without being invited to sit. Kinda bad form when she thought about it but then she wasn't thinking much, she was trying not to until she had ice-cream and Professor Airey saying nice things.
While she waited on him to get over whatever attack he'd faced on his way to open the door, she sat quietly and hoped there wouldn't be anymore.
Noises. Just no.
Rubbing his nose a bit, Airey returned to his seat and flopped into it. His eyes were still watering quite a bit from the impact, so it was somewhat difficult to see at the moment, but things were clearing up quite a bit.
And he wasn't entirely sure he was happy about what he saw. Miss Cambridge was not herself. Please no tears, alright? He was bad with them. REALLY bad with them.
"What can I do for you, Miss Cambridge?"
SPOILER!!: OMG SHE DIDN'T!?
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Creepy, Airey, creepy. Why are you smiling??
Lottie kept her eyes on him as he spoke. They way he'd started that sentence made her believe that what she was about to listen was something that her ears would enjoy. So she nodded. And then the biggest smile ever appeared on her face. It was time for tea!
Admirable. N'awww, that was some kind of awesome. Especially coming from Airey. "Thank you, Professor." Because it was totally a compliment.
Tea time! But she wiped whatever was left of her tears away before drinking more raspberry tea. And then it happened. How did he--?? It was really that obvious, wasn't it? Like, sure, some of her classmates knew, her housemates certainly did know, but Professors? Not really, no. So she was definitely surprised to hear this. But she didn't interrupt him, she was actually curious about what else he could add to make this the worse day ever.
Oh.
Loyalty. Right. "She's my best friend." It was the thing you did. It didn't relate to loyalty. She was in denial, of course. But, she felt the need to finish her tea and stoop up, she was going to tell him something, something she's never said before, out in the open, at least, and walked to his science fiction models. Don't worry, we're not touching, we're just looking. Or pretending to. "You know, loyalty runs in all the Houses, though they may differ from one to another in a certain way," this is true, there were all sorts of loyalty. It could be towards books, facts, or justice, but it was there. "My family...," she kept on looking at the display case, "...they all belonged in Slytherin." FACT. "The colors, the House, it was all I knew while growing up," it had been all she wanted, this is why Airey could understand, "All I wanted was to belong in the House of Green and Silver...," she smiled, looking away from the case and up to...hey, was that a drawing made by Oakey? "...I guess we know how that turned out." Well, hellooooo, yellooow??? "No one really cares about this but me, actually." They were entirely fine with Lottie being a Hufflepuff, that was even more upsetting to her. "It is something really hard to accept, but we don't get to know why we don't get the things we want, do we?" THIS she said while looking at him, the man who'd Silencio'd Oakey according to that drawing. "Doesn't matter how bad we want it, sometimes it doesn't happen." She was starting to feel like she needed ice cream again. "Being loyal is a very human trait." Well, she was back to her chair now, because she'd concluded her little speech, sort of, "It does not belong to Hufflepuffs alone." What she was saying was: Please do not try to make this any better by bringing Hufflepuff, it won't work. And she WILL cry, so stop it.
So, now that she was sitting and had had a spoon of ice cream, she smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you, though." It was truly very nice of him. Very un-Gryffindor like. "The Sorting Hat makes mistakes from time to time." Loyalty was also mentioned to Harry Potter, a Gryffindor. Point made.
MERLIN!
This next topic made her former smile return. The rocks. Sure, not as glamorous as jewels, but they serve their purpose, so..it was all good. "I knew it had been you." Because, who else, right?
He managed to suppress a chuckle when it seemed as though Miss Wisteria was using the fact that her and Miss Cambridge were best friends as an almost excuse for her showing loyalty. He knew plenty of people in his day who had best friends who would not do the same, but he would just leave those thoughts to himself for now.
Especially after she suddenly stood up like that.
Her words hit him like the asteroid that cause the extinction of the dinosaurs. BAM BOOM WOW. The astronomer was speechless and had he not been socially awkward (not to mention he was pretty sure she did not want one) he would have given the young lady a hug.
A lot of what she said hit very close to home for him as well. Not that he was going to cry about it, however. Ice cream seemed to take away the desire to do so. "It is always the hardest when we disappoint ourselves," he nodded, his lips forming the tiniest of frowns. He could not share in her house dreams. His entire family had been Gryffindors, so he could only imagine what it would have felt like to have been sorted into Hufflepuff. He was still convinced that that was where the groundskeeper should have been put. So yes, Miss Wisteria, he understood and could entertain the thought of the Sorting Hat making a mistake.
"It hurts us most when we put all our energy, heart, and effort into something and believe, full heartedly, we can achieve it. Disappointment is a sort of the black hole of the universe. A black hole of a soul that expends too much in hope and expectation only to have all the light sucked in so that it cannot escape," he said, momentarily forgetting to pop another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. Of course he was still speaking in regards to Miss Wisteria's words, but his thoughts were also wandering into his own personal life. His own dreams that would never come true.
"You are correct, Miss Wisteria. We do not always know why we do not get what we want. What we have worked towards. However, each disenchantment, whether it is a minor disappointment or a major shock, is the signal that things are moving into transition in our lives. While your sorting went in an unfavorable direction for you, what bad REALLY has come from it? You said so yourself that your family is no less proud of you. You have made many friends, a best friend, and are an outstanding student. So you don't get to wear green and silver robes," he said while waving his hand dramatically and making a loud SCOFFing noise. "You are still growing into becoming an outstanding witch. And a loyal one at that." And wasn't that much more important than what an old hat told you?
Should he have stood up for that speech? Probably so considering that she had stood during her's. But it was too late now and standing would just be awkward and....Yep, more ice cream into the mouth now.
"Did you really?" he asked with a chuckle. "What gave it away?" Was it Pebbles?
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Rubbing his nose a bit, Airey returned to his seat and flopped into it. His eyes were still watering quite a bit from the impact, so it was somewhat difficult to see at the moment, but things were clearing up quite a bit.
And he wasn't entirely sure he was happy about what he saw. Miss Cambridge was not herself. Please no tears, alright? He was bad with them. REALLY bad with them.
"What can I do for you, Miss Cambridge?"
"There's tons of things you could do for me Professor but could we start with some ice-cream?" That would be a wonderful distraction for her from the scene playing over and over in her head. Mr. Firth, he yelled at her and now it was stuck on repeat in her mind. He had chocolate ice-cream right? That was the only kind she wanted to see right now.
While she sat there she couldn't help but wonder, wasn't she proving him right? He'd said she was immature--that was what she got from half the yelling--and she was here to sulk and whine...like a kid. The thought had her scowling.She slouched in her seat and gave a heavy sigh. Don't worry, she wasn't about to cry but she wasn't looking any better either.
"I've been relatively good this term." She continued after a minute of nothing. Relatively, here, was the operative word. She'd done of good job of not getting caught. Before Firth she could have gone home bragging to her father about not losing even half a point...she'd promised him right before she boarded the train that she wouldn't..."I was being extra careful and responsible, making sure no one else was around to get hurt, only practising spells I'd been taught in class or by another Professor but he yelled at me," YELLED, "like I was a constant, childish nuisance he had to deal with"
There was a reason her father seldom yelled at her, he knew just the effect it had on her. Ugh. What was so wrong with normal voices and nice words of reprimand? Her father pulled those off quite nicely all the time and you know what? She listened when he did.
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"I wouldn't feel too bad for house elves," he replied with a shake of the head. They seem to enjoy what they do well enough and as long as their owners treat them with respect all is well." He knew how some wizarding families could be though. Abusing house elves simply because they were willing slaves gave wizards a bad name. "The Hogwarts elves are among some of the better off ones."
OH! IN THE MUGGLE WORLD!? "WHERE?!" he practically shouted at the boy due to his enthusiasm. "I mean..." he coughed a bit to clear his throat. "Do you feel prepared for such a thing? The muggle world is drastically differnt from the wizarding one. They have these traps just for fingers. They trick you into thinking it is just some harmless toe too."
And then the Slytherin prefect got really serious. Airey was familiar with the former Transfiguration professor, but the other two names were completely foreign to him. Must be students who had graduated prior. He thought he had come across both their names while looking through old yearbooks while he got adjusted to his new position on staff. "I cannot promise not to tell, Mr. Katharos depending on what it is you are about to tell me." Surely the boy understood. Depending on the severity of whatever it was.
MERLIN'S BEARD!
The Slytherin literally got the shock of his life when the Professor screamed WHERE?! at him. He let out a yelp and grabbed his chest in an attempt to slow down his heart beat. Realizing he had nearly fallen of the chair, Daichi dragged himself up and straightened his uniform. "I don't know" his voice was still shaking a bit and he let out a deep breath.
If he was ready for it cause the muggle world was different than the wizarding world. He blushed madly and scratched his neck. "W-well, i'm not really good at magic anyways" which wasn't true, he had gotten O's in his OWL exams but he really lacked confidence in himself. The only time he didn't lack it was when he had challenged Dylan for a duel. Oh crap, the duel..how on earth was he going to win that?! ...worries for later. "Oh! you mean those things you tried out last year and got stuck?" he chuckled as he remembered the scene somewhere on one of the floors downstairs. "How DID you get out of it by the way?"
Daichi thought about his words, really thought about them and after a few moment he nod his head. Yes, he understood but he was still hoping he wouldn't. He nervously began to touch his hair and looked everywhere but the Professor. "My..." he began and now ran his hand through his hair, messing it up before going over his face. Tears were forming in his eyes but he did not let them fall. He was not going to show weakness, no way.
"My father send me a letter" His dark brown eyes went to his school bag for a second. "He's sending me to a psychiatrist to talk about...things" It where only a few simple words but it really felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders when he had said them. "He..he says it's best for me to deal with..with stuff but" the Slytherin shivered "What if i'm labeled as crazy and they will send me to a madhouse?!"
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"I hardly think your life was at stake, Miss Fischer," Airey chuckled. "Professor Romanos is not the sort to kill a student."
Although the thought of Medea dueling a student over her feline beasts' loss of fur was a rather amusing one. He wondered what she would be like in a duel. Medea, not Miss Fischer. He imagined the quidditch captain would end up gnawing on her opponent's wand arm midway and declare herself the winner. Medea though, with all her yoga and appearance of being calm and tranquil...now that was something he would like to see.
"I could not give you any points if you continue to complain," he said as he oh-so-maturely stuck out his tongue. Ice cream itself was enough of a reward in his book, but her efforts did deserve something a little extra.
"Don't believe I have any jelly slug ice cream," he mused. He wasn't even aware that there was such a flavor! He wasn't really a fan of jelly slug anyway though. "I just have what was in the kitchen." And he scooped two scoops of ice cream out - one for each of them - and leaned back in his seat. "You are welcome to more if you want some."
"You never know. Romanos is dangerous, prof. You best watch out around her, she'll be getting you back for that cat stunt, I bet." So her life totally was in danger. But Alice stuck her tongue out back at Aireyhead and stopped complaining like a good little minion, settling for ice cream instead.
No jelly slug, though? Sad.
"The kitchen doesn't have jelly slug! It's really awful. I mean, all ice cream is good ice cream, and the school's ice cream is the BEST ice cream- that machine is totally awesome, right Professor Aireyhead, dontcha think? So yummy I could die- but like they really do need to get one that makes jelly slug because sometimes I just don't have jelly slugs to stick into plain old ice cream and life is so hard, professor, SO hard. You know?" Breaaathe.
Also, she'd just inhaled that whole bowl full and definitely wanted more. "Yes please." Even used manners, see?
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"There's tons of things you could do for me Professor but could we start with some ice-cream?" That would be a wonderful distraction for her from the scene playing over and over in her head. Mr. Firth, he yelled at her and now it was stuck on repeat in her mind. He had chocolate ice-cream right? That was the only kind she wanted to see right now.
While she sat there she couldn't help but wonder, wasn't she proving him right? He'd said she was immature--that was what she got from half the yelling--and she was here to sulk and whine...like a kid. The thought had her scowling.She slouched in her seat and gave a heavy sigh. Don't worry, she wasn't about to cry but she wasn't looking any better either.
"I've been relatively good this term." She continued after a minute of nothing. Relatively, here, was the operative word. She'd done of good job of not getting caught. Before Firth she could have gone home bragging to her father about not losing even half a point...she'd promised him right before she boarded the train that she wouldn't..."I was being extra careful and responsible, making sure no one else was around to get hurt, only practising spells I'd been taught in class or by another Professor but he yelled at me," YELLED, "like I was a constant, childish nuisance he had to deal with"
There was a reason her father seldom yelled at her, he knew just the effect it had on her. Ugh. What was so wrong with normal voices and nice words of reprimand? Her father pulled those off quite nicely all the time and you know what? She listened when he did.
Ice cream, right. He could do that much.
Just one bowl out this time, a big one at that, he scooped some chocolate ice cream into it and then pushed it towards the Gryffindor. And then he just studied her for a moment. She couldn't be TOO upset if she was wanting ice cream. Then again, was there ever a time when one should not want ice cream? He couldn't think of one to be honest and he ought to have a bowl in front of himself as well, only he needed to clean them. Miss Cambridge had the last clean bowl in front of her now. He could just eat it out of the container he supposed...
Oh wait, she was talking and he needed to focus because apparently the suit he was wearing was now his advice giving suit.
Ah, this was about the lake. Well, Airey was now officially squirming in his seat. Things could have gone down better, especially if the groundskeep hadn't blown his own top off. It was obvious to the astronomer now that he had a VERY different threshold for that sort of behavior. Well, behavior in general since he had given Mo a detention for misusing a lint roller his first lesson ever at Hogwarts.
"Like it or not, Miss Cambridge, just as you were doing what you felt were the right precautions, Mr. Firth was also doing what he felt was the correct course of action," he said with a furrowed brow and slight contortion of his lips. Not that he really wanted to defend Mr. Buzzkill, but oh well. "Tell me, Miss Cambridge, when you get upset at something how do you handle it?" Small pause as he looked at her bowl of ice cream and took his own spoon out of his desk drawer. "Say I were to, oh, I don't know, take your ice cream," he continued as he literally did just that. "And were to start eating it right in front of you." Which he also did.
Ooooooh, chocolate ice cream was good.
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MERLIN'S BEARD!
The Slytherin literally got the shock of his life when the Professor screamed WHERE?! at him. He let out a yelp and grabbed his chest in an attempt to slow down his heart beat. Realizing he had nearly fallen of the chair, Daichi dragged himself up and straightened his uniform. "I don't know" his voice was still shaking a bit and he let out a deep breath.
If he was ready for it cause the muggle world was different than the wizarding world. He blushed madly and scratched his neck. "W-well, i'm not really good at magic anyways" which wasn't true, he had gotten O's in his OWL exams but he really lacked confidence in himself. The only time he didn't lack it was when he had challenged Dylan for a duel. Oh crap, the duel..how on earth was he going to win that?! ...worries for later. "Oh! you mean those things you tried out last year and got stuck?" he chuckled as he remembered the scene somewhere on one of the floors downstairs. "How DID you get out of it by the way?"
Daichi thought about his words, really thought about them and after a few moment he nod his head. Yes, he understood but he was still hoping he wouldn't. He nervously began to touch his hair and looked everywhere but the Professor. "My..." he began and now ran his hand through his hair, messing it up before going over his face. Tears were forming in his eyes but he did not let them fall. He was not going to show weakness, no way.
"My father send me a letter" His dark brown eyes went to his school bag for a second. "He's sending me to a psychiatrist to talk about...things" It where only a few simple words but it really felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders when he had said them. "He..he says it's best for me to deal with..with stuff but" the Slytherin shivered "What if i'm labeled as crazy and they will send me to a madhouse?!"
It was stupid, but he was really fearing that...
Oh, of course he did not know yet. Wasn't like the boy could just leave Hogwarts and go out for interviews on weekends. "Well, when you do find out be sure to let me know," he replied with a quick pair of thumbs up. Suits or not, he was sure there was something there he could buy. Socks? One could always use more socks.
But he was back to furrowing his brow now. He knew of the boy's, erm, difficulties with spellwork. He had even seen superlatives in previous yearbooks regarding his potential to blowing up the Great Hall. Still, not really good at magic? It was in the Slytherin's blood. It was just there. Hadn't he told the boy not to speak about himself in that light before? "Oh yes, yes it was." Right, Mr. Katharos had been there for that incident in the corridor. Oops.
"A psychiatrist?" he asked, his expression remaining neutral as he thought about things for a moment. "There is no shame in going to see a psychiatrist, Mr. Katharos. Your father is not sending you to see one to make your life miserable, even if it may seem that way. He wants to help you with...whatever it is that is affecting you." And if it was something he wanted to share with the astronomer, well, then he would listen. But most certainly would not force the boy to. He was no trained professional after all.
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"You never know. Romanos is dangerous, prof. You best watch out around her, she'll be getting you back for that cat stunt, I bet." So her life totally was in danger. But Alice stuck her tongue out back at Aireyhead and stopped complaining like a good little minion, settling for ice cream instead.
No jelly slug, though? Sad.
"The kitchen doesn't have jelly slug! It's really awful. I mean, all ice cream is good ice cream, and the school's ice cream is the BEST ice cream- that machine is totally awesome, right Professor Aireyhead, dontcha think? So yummy I could die- but like they really do need to get one that makes jelly slug because sometimes I just don't have jelly slugs to stick into plain old ice cream and life is so hard, professor, SO hard. You know?" Breaaathe.
Also, she'd just inhaled that whole bowl full and definitely wanted more. "Yes please." Even used manners, see?
"A dangerous beauty," he chuckled, mostly to himself. Was Miss Fischer aware that Medea was rumored to be a vampire? He had read that somewhere and found the whole thing rather amusing. She didn't sparkly in the sunlight though. Silly muggles and there notions of what magical creatures did. Laughable really. Anywho......
"Oh I do not doubt she will try," he said, laughing full out this time. "And then I will get her back for getting me back and the cycle will continue." Was she turning into a party pooper too? All work and no play was a rather drab life, no?
"I was not aware that you were such a fan of jelly slugs," he replied as he blinked a few times. Reminded him of when Mr. Branxton had brought up jelly slugs in his lesson on black holes. Coincidence? Hmmmmmm. No, Airey already knew far more about his students' personal lives than he really wanted to and it made things very awkward for him in the classroom. "I never really liked them myself, to be honest. Bertie Bott's though, those were one of my favorite as a student."
He quickly served her up a bowl of the delicious goodness and set it in front of her.
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Ice cream, right. He could do that much.
Just one bowl out this time, a big one at that, he scooped some chocolate ice cream into it and then pushed it towards the Gryffindor. And then he just studied her for a moment. She couldn't be TOO upset if she was wanting ice cream. Then again, was there ever a time when one should not want ice cream? He couldn't think of one to be honest and he ought to have a bowl in front of himself as well, only he needed to clean them. Miss Cambridge had the last clean bowl in front of her now. He could just eat it out of the container he supposed...
Oh wait, she was talking and he needed to focus because apparently the suit he was wearing was now his advice giving suit.
Ah, this was about the lake. Well, Airey was now officially squirming in his seat. Things could have gone down better, especially if the groundskeep hadn't blown his own top off. It was obvious to the astronomer now that he had a VERY different threshold for that sort of behavior. Well, behavior in general since he had given Mo a detention for misusing a lint roller his first lesson ever at Hogwarts.
"Like it or not, Miss Cambridge, just as you were doing what you felt were the right precautions, Mr. Firth was also doing what he felt was the correct course of action," he said with a furrowed brow and slight contortion of his lips. Not that he really wanted to defend Mr. Buzzkill, but oh well. "Tell me, Miss Cambridge, when you get upset at something how do you handle it?" Small pause as he looked at her bowl of ice cream and took his own spoon out of his desk drawer. "Say I were to, oh, I don't know, take your ice cream," he continued as he literally did just that. "And were to start eating it right in front of you." Which he also did.
Ooooooh, chocolate ice cream was good.
Her eyes went WIDE at the large bowl of chocolate ice-cream as he eased it toward her. For a few seconds she was at a loss of words. All the little neurons in her brain were in a chocolate frenzy and her processing abilities plainly died. So MUCH chocolate, she'd never frown again!!!!
Alexa snatched the bowl from the table and had to fight to not stick her face in. Spoons, they were invented and meant to be used. Professor Airey was good, very good. How did he know she needed a distraction? He did know right? Lex didn't like facing things that got to her, instead she found distractions and swerved toward them. THIS was a wonderful distraction and a smile was slowly forming.
She nodded at him, not listening to a thing he was saying about the Grounds Keeper. Think about it, chocolate brought happy thoughts, the Grounds Keeper did not. WHY would she dwell on that when there was a HUGE bowl of ice-cream before her? Exactly, she wouldn't. Sorry Airey, this conversation would have been better had if there was no ice-cream. Lex shoved another spoonful in her mouth and gave him a curious look because of the question he asked. Before she could answer she'd lost her ice-cream.
Ehhhhhhhhhh?
Lex put both hands on her lap and sat a bit straighter in her seat. Eyes on the Professor, she took a DEEEEEP breath and gave him an unblinking stare before she calmly began to speak. It was almost too calm. "I'd have to say it depends on the thing and the circumstance. Typically I'd break it, smash it into a few hundred pieces, stomp on it and if possible, blow it up further." And set it on fire if it was flammable. "It's a brilliant way of relieving stress. My mum used to tell me I could pick one item, just one, and smash it until I felt better." In this case, the Professor was neither smash-able or flammable so she just kept her wide-eyed, unblinking stare on him, hoping he would take the hint and give it baaaack. "Other times, I just go off and organize my candy." Really it depended.
"Why?" Why'd he ask? Why'd he take her ice-cream? Why was he still eating it? He could answer any of those.
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Oh, of course he did not know yet. Wasn't like the boy could just leave Hogwarts and go out for interviews on weekends. "Well, when you do find out be sure to let me know," he replied with a quick pair of thumbs up. Suits or not, he was sure there was something there he could buy. Socks? One could always use more socks.
But he was back to furrowing his brow now. He knew of the boy's, erm, difficulties with spellwork. He had even seen superlatives in previous yearbooks regarding his potential to blowing up the Great Hall. Still, not really good at magic? It was in the Slytherin's blood. It was just there. Hadn't he told the boy not to speak about himself in that light before? "Oh yes, yes it was." Right, Mr. Katharos had been there for that incident in the corridor. Oops.
"A psychiatrist?" he asked, his expression remaining neutral as he thought about things for a moment. "There is no shame in going to see a psychiatrist, Mr. Katharos. Your father is not sending you to see one to make your life miserable, even if it may seem that way. He wants to help you with...whatever it is that is affecting you." And if it was something he wanted to share with the astronomer, well, then he would listen. But most certainly would not force the boy to. He was no trained professional after all.
"I will, Professor" the Slytherin grinned as he ate the last bit of his ice cream and placed the empty bowl back on the desk. "i'll send my owl when i found a job with the adres, i'm guessing you'll be still at Hogwarts?" It felt so weird to leave the castle for good in a few months and the Slytherin wasn't liking it one bit.
But at the same time he was also excited about graduating, exploring the outside world would be fun as well right? Seemed like he had mixed feelings about it.
His brown eyes went to the Professor as he told him that there was no shame in seeing a psychiatrist but his eyes lowered again as he looked at the desk, the empty bowl of ice cream to be exact and he started to wish he hadn't eaten so fast. "He wants to help me?" The Slytherin didn't really sounded surprised, it was more an comfirmation for himself. He knew his dad would help him and not get in his way but... "I just don't like to talk about what happened in my past to someone i've never seen before" he said. Who would? Cause then he had to re-life the moments again. The house fire, losing his mother, staying in the IC at the muggle hospital because your lungs are full with smoke. Resulting in pyrophobia. It was still funny how nearly every student at school thought he was a bright and happy student... He had read once that the people who smile the most are actually the once who hurt the most... Guess thats true. "I get that my dad wants to help me but...i don't know, it just feels weird"
And then he remembered what the Professor had told him earlier. He looked uncertain as he looked up again. "Are you going to tell anyone? Because you said you would if it was necessary and i want to know if you do" He didn't want to walk around the school with eyes following him everywhere and whispers of 'that Prefect is going to see a psychiatrist' and stuff like that.
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Her eyes went WIDE at the large bowl of chocolate ice-cream as he eased it toward her. For a few seconds she was at a loss of words. All the little neurons in her brain were in a chocolate frenzy and her processing abilities plainly died. So MUCH chocolate, she'd never frown again!!!!
Alexa snatched the bowl from the table and had to fight to not stick her face in. Spoons, they were invented and meant to be used. Professor Airey was good, very good. How did he know she needed a distraction? He did know right? Lex didn't like facing things that got to her, instead she found distractions and swerved toward them. THIS was a wonderful distraction and a smile was slowly forming.
She nodded at him, not listening to a thing he was saying about the Grounds Keeper. Think about it, chocolate brought happy thoughts, the Grounds Keeper did not. WHY would she dwell on that when there was a HUGE bowl of ice-cream before her? Exactly, she wouldn't. Sorry Airey, this conversation would have been better had if there was no ice-cream. Lex shoved another spoonful in her mouth and gave him a curious look because of the question he asked. Before she could answer she'd lost her ice-cream.
Ehhhhhhhhhh?
Lex put both hands on her lap and sat a bit straighter in her seat. Eyes on the Professor, she took a DEEEEEP breath and gave him an unblinking stare before she calmly began to speak. It was almost too calm. "I'd have to say it depends on the thing and the circumstance. Typically I'd break it, smash it into a few hundred pieces, stomp on it and if possible, blow it up further." And set it on fire if it was flammable. "It's a brilliant way of relieving stress. My mum used to tell me I could pick one item, just one, and smash it until I felt better." In this case, the Professor was neither smash-able or flammable so she just kept her wide-eyed, unblinking stare on him, hoping he would take the hint and give it baaaack. "Other times, I just go off and organize my candy." Really it depended.
"Why?" Why'd he ask? Why'd he take her ice-cream? Why was he still eating it? He could answer any of those.
Well that certainly was....an honest answer. Slightly alarming one in fact. Airey wasn't sure what to make of the girl's mother allowing her to damage something just because she was upset. Formed bad habits and encouraged, well, violence and drastic measures being the answer to a solution. Fire though, that had been something he himself had found great stress relief - mostly because all his spellwork seemed to result in things bursting into flames.
He DID approve of organization as a stress reliever. He found cleaning and delinting his suits to be most helpful.
"Were I to see you upset, Miss Cambridge, and damaging things in the manner you described, I might find myself a bit upset by your actions even if you were given permission to do so. Much like how you are upset that Mr. Firth shouted at you," he said as he scooped another spoonful of HER ice cream into his mouth.
Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummy ice cream.
"Does it make you angry? Seeing me sitting here eating your ice cream?" Yum yum yum. More spoons in his mouth.
SPOILER!!: Daichi ^^
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"I will, Professor" the Slytherin grinned as he ate the last bit of his ice cream and placed the empty bowl back on the desk. "i'll send my owl when i found a job with the adres, i'm guessing you'll be still at Hogwarts?" It felt so weird to leave the castle for good in a few months and the Slytherin wasn't liking it one bit.
But at the same time he was also excited about graduating, exploring the outside world would be fun as well right? Seemed like he had mixed feelings about it.
His brown eyes went to the Professor as he told him that there was no shame in seeing a psychiatrist but his eyes lowered again as he looked at the desk, the empty bowl of ice cream to be exact and he started to wish he hadn't eaten so fast. "He wants to help me?" The Slytherin didn't really sounded surprised, it was more an comfirmation for himself. He knew his dad would help him and not get in his way but... "I just don't like to talk about what happened in my past to someone i've never seen before" he said. Who would? Cause then he had to re-life the moments again. The house fire, losing his mother, staying in the IC at the muggle hospital because your lungs are full with smoke. Resulting in pyrophobia. It was still funny how nearly every student at school thought he was a bright and happy student... He had read once that the people who smile the most are actually the once who hurt the most... Guess thats true. "I get that my dad wants to help me but...i don't know, it just feels weird"
And then he remembered what the Professor had told him earlier. He looked uncertain as he looked up again. "Are you going to tell anyone? Because you said you would if it was necessary and i want to know if you do" He didn't want to walk around the school with eyes following him everywhere and whispers of 'that Prefect is going to see a psychiatrist' and stuff like that.
Cause news, even if its private, travels fast.
"That IS the plan," he chuckled. "Unless you know of any other flesh eating plants on the grounds that may want to eat me up." Or, you know, those dementors.
Airey folded his hands together and leaned against his desk, his lower back pinching in places and causing him to wince for just a moment from the pain. "Sometimes, Mr. Katharos, we and those we know are too close to a situation or problem to be able to offer true unbiased advice. I do not know what it is you are seeking help for, and there is no need to tell me, but any advice you get from your friends and family will be biased in some way." He paused for a moment, reflecting back on his own personal affairs. "It may be uncomfortable at first and perhaps you will not wish to talk much, but they are expecting that. They know it can take time. Just be you and a solution will be found." Feeling weird was just part of the game and a totally normal human reaction.
He chuckled again and eyed the empty bowl in front of the prefect. Did he want more? Of course he did. So the man scooped some more in before speaking again. "No, Mr. Katharos, I will not tell anyone what you have just told me," he grinned. The boy was of no personal harm to himself or anyone else based on what had just been shared, so there was no need.
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"That IS the plan," he chuckled. "Unless you know of any other flesh eating plants on the grounds that may want to eat me up." Or, you know, those dementors.
Airey folded his hands together and leaned against his desk, his lower back pinching in places and causing him to wince for just a moment from the pain. "Sometimes, Mr. Katharos, we and those we know are too close to a situation or problem to be able to offer true unbiased advice. I do not know what it is you are seeking help for, and there is no need to tell me, but any advice you get from your friends and family will be biased in some way." He paused for a moment, reflecting back on his own personal affairs. "It may be uncomfortable at first and perhaps you will not wish to talk much, but they are expecting that. They know it can take time. Just be you and a solution will be found." Feeling weird was just part of the game and a totally normal human reaction.
He chuckled again and eyed the empty bowl in front of the prefect. Did he want more? Of course he did. So the man scooped some more in before speaking again. "No, Mr. Katharos, I will not tell anyone what you have just told me," he grinned. The boy was of no personal harm to himself or anyone else based on what had just been shared, so there was no need.
Flesh eating plant. Daichi remembered the incident. He hadn't been there when it had happened but from stories he had heard it wasn't funny. This was why the Prefect frowned after hearing the man chuckle. Deaths were not funny Professor...
Noticing the wince of pain when the Professor leaned forward, the Slytherin's frown turned worried with a mixture of curiousity. "Are you really okay sir?" he asked again. He listened to his advice and sighed afterwards when he was done.
The advice confused him to be honest but he didn't want to show any more weakness. Even though a lot of his fellow house mates disagreed with him , he was still a Slytherin who had his pride. And weakness was something he really hated. Especially because he himself was pretty weak when it came to certain things. "I think i get it , sir" he smiled though it did not reach his eyes like it usually does. "Thank you for listening, i really needed to get that off my chest" and he did felt slightly better.
Grabbing the bowl of newly added ice cream again, Daichi began to eat immediately and let out a breath of relief when he heard the next words. He wasn't going to tell anyone. This time, his smile was genuine and he placed the bowl of ice cream back on the desk.
Instead of saying another thank you, the Slytherin stood up, flicked his wrist and his phoenix feather wand fell out of its wrist holster and it to his hand. "Now that's over, you still need to teach me that cloud spell!"
oh yes..yes he remembered!
"You PROMIIIIIISED that i could learn it when i was a seventh year!" he whined and did his best puppy eyed look he could make.
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Well that certainly was....an honest answer. Slightly alarming one in fact. Airey wasn't sure what to make of the girl's mother allowing her to damage something just because she was upset. Formed bad habits and encouraged, well, violence and drastic measures being the answer to a solution. Fire though, that had been something he himself had found great stress relief - mostly because all his spellwork seemed to result in things bursting into flames.
He DID approve of organization as a stress reliever. He found cleaning and delinting his suits to be most helpful.
"Were I to see you upset, Miss Cambridge, and damaging things in the manner you described, I might find myself a bit upset by your actions even if you were given permission to do so. Much like how you are upset that Mr. Firth shouted at you," he said as he scooped another spoonful of HER ice cream into his mouth.
Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummy ice cream.
"Does it make you angry? Seeing me sitting here eating your ice cream?" Yum yum yum. More spoons in his mouth.
Oh? Her breaking things would have upset him? Well then...she probably wouldn't mention that she typically fell into a tantrum shortly afterward, screaming, kicking and hitting anything and everyone. Some things were better kept to one's self, yeah? "The neighbours find it alarming too but their opinions don't matter to me or Daddy." Hardly anyone's opinion mattered when you got down to it.
"And I break my own things, it shouldn't be anyone's business if I choose to rip the heads off my dolls or break the old jewellery box I had." Both of which she did to the disapproval of those who looked on. She had words for them all but they never came out well between screams.
And he was still eating her ice-cream. Alexa twitched and fidgeted about in her seat, trying to remain calm. Watching him eat her ice-cream wasn't what she came here for.
"I wouldn't say angry Professor, no, not angry." She paused to give it some though. "More along the lines of appalled and annoyed. I never took you for one to take a Third Year's ice-cream when she comes to you in her time of emotional distress. I could cry right now, you know. It'd probably make one of us feel better." She just wasn't sure who'd be less upset by the crying between them too. Her ice-cream. He was finiiiiishing itttttt.
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He managed to suppress a chuckle when it seemed as though Miss Wisteria was using the fact that her and Miss Cambridge were best friends as an almost excuse for her showing loyalty. He knew plenty of people in his day who had best friends who would not do the same, but he would just leave those thoughts to himself for now.
Especially after she suddenly stood up like that.
Her words hit him like the asteroid that cause the extinction of the dinosaurs. BAM BOOM WOW. The astronomer was speechless and had he not been socially awkward (not to mention he was pretty sure she did not want one) he would have given the young lady a hug.
A lot of what she said hit very close to home for him as well. Not that he was going to cry about it, however. Ice cream seemed to take away the desire to do so. "It is always the hardest when we disappoint ourselves," he nodded, his lips forming the tiniest of frowns. He could not share in her house dreams. His entire family had been Gryffindors, so he could only imagine what it would have felt like to have been sorted into Hufflepuff. He was still convinced that that was where the groundskeeper should have been put. So yes, Miss Wisteria, he understood and could entertain the thought of the Sorting Hat making a mistake.
"It hurts us most when we put all our energy, heart, and effort into something and believe, full heartedly, we can achieve it. Disappointment is a sort of the black hole of the universe. A black hole of a soul that expends too much in hope and expectation only to have all the light sucked in so that it cannot escape," he said, momentarily forgetting to pop another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. Of course he was still speaking in regards to Miss Wisteria's words, but his thoughts were also wandering into his own personal life. His own dreams that would never come true.
"You are correct, Miss Wisteria. We do not always know why we do not get what we want. What we have worked towards. However, each disenchantment, whether it is a minor disappointment or a major shock, is the signal that things are moving into transition in our lives. While your sorting went in an unfavorable direction for you, what bad REALLY has come from it? You said so yourself that your family is no less proud of you. You have made many friends, a best friend, and are an outstanding student. So you don't get to wear green and silver robes," he said while waving his hand dramatically and making a loud SCOFFing noise. "You are still growing into becoming an outstanding witch. And a loyal one at that." And wasn't that much more important than what an old hat told you?
Should he have stood up for that speech? Probably so considering that she had stood during her's. But it was too late now and standing would just be awkward and....Yep, more ice cream into the mouth now.
"Did you really?" he asked with a chuckle. "What gave it away?" Was it Pebbles?
Yes, we know we probably shouldn't have made you relate to this, Professor, but we don't know many people we could openly discuss this thing with.
And you seem to help, so, yeah.
Since she was done talking, then Lottie kept her eyes on the man, except on those few occasions she ate some ice cream and her eyes turned to the bowl in front of her. But for the time being, they were on Airey. Go on, the floor is yours.
It was rather wonderful that she was able to LISTEN to everything Airey had to say, it was one of the few Professors she actually listened to. And, well, Hadley and Botros too. Ivy Knox, while not a Professor, was someone others ought to listen to, BUT...*mellow* He was bringing this whole black hole conversation again. Weren't they over that? Did he not understand how incredibly depressed...oh, ice cream! It was a great distraction from the whole black hole scenario in life.
'You are correct, Miss Wisteria'. Why, of course. She perked up at this and kept on listening. And then she sighed. Airey was kind of right. Nothing truly bad has come from it, other than her not fulfilling her dream or aspirations or something of the like. And it was true, her parents were still proud of how her education was going, they were totally okay with that. Though, she did EYE the gesture about the robes, it had meant a lot to her, soooo be careful, Airey. "You're right, though," she started to say, slowly losing her smile, but keeping a slightly upbeat tone, "Nothing bad has come from it, I think, I guess I just felt there was something wrong with me." THIS. An entire family of Slytherins. And one Hufflepuff. TWO, but she doesn't know yet. Clearly, she was bound to think she was the odd one, and not in the good way, however, she was accepting of this.
Sure, many friends. Alec is the only one who was a friend and a Hufflepuff, the only one. Let's face it, Oakey didn't actually count, he was sought out for smoothies. And he knows it. The rest belong in the other three Houses. But this didn't bother her.
Unfavorable direction, Sorting Hat, you suck. BUT..., "Thank you." And she smiled again. You know, the words 'outstanding student' were actually nice to hear.
More ice cream.
And, then her eyes landed on the PINK pillow on his desk. "Well, there aren't many Professors who take interest in rocks. So, yes, Pebbles gave you away."BEAM.
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Flesh eating plant. Daichi remembered the incident. He hadn't been there when it had happened but from stories he had heard it wasn't funny. This was why the Prefect frowned after hearing the man chuckle. Deaths were not funny Professor...
Noticing the wince of pain when the Professor leaned forward, the Slytherin's frown turned worried with a mixture of curiousity. "Are you really okay sir?" he asked again. He listened to his advice and sighed afterwards when he was done.
The advice confused him to be honest but he didn't want to show any more weakness. Even though a lot of his fellow house mates disagreed with him , he was still a Slytherin who had his pride. And weakness was something he really hated. Especially because he himself was pretty weak when it came to certain things. "I think i get it , sir" he smiled though it did not reach his eyes like it usually does. "Thank you for listening, i really needed to get that off my chest" and he did felt slightly better.
Grabbing the bowl of newly added ice cream again, Daichi began to eat immediately and let out a breath of relief when he heard the next words. He wasn't going to tell anyone. This time, his smile was genuine and he placed the bowl of ice cream back on the desk.
Instead of saying another thank you, the Slytherin stood up, flicked his wrist and his phoenix feather wand fell out of its wrist holster and it to his hand. "Now that's over, you still need to teach me that cloud spell!"
oh yes..yes he remembered!
"You PROMIIIIIISED that i could learn it when i was a seventh year!" he whined and did his best puppy eyed look he could make.
"Fit as a fiddle," he said while giving two rather unconvincing thumbs up towards the boy. So no more questions about that, yes? Good.
Airey offered the prefect a warm smile. "Always a pleasure, Mr. Katharos. Part of my job as a teacher and a mentor is to listen to your concerns. I am glad you feel comfortable coming to me about this sort of thing." Even if he himself felt ridiculously awkward about hearing and giving advice on such matters. Very delicate, you see. The wrong advice could send students down a very dark path and ALL that pressure was on him, the professor, to make sure that didn't happen.
Ah yes, the cloud spell. He HAD promised that hadn't he. But there was another promise that Airey wanted to act on first. Or, well, a bet really. He was just going to be a bit creative with things because he was in such a good mood. "Of course of course, but I think that would best be done somewhere on the grounds," he nodded. Maybe over the lake because that would be hilarious to watch Mr. Katharos fall in if he did not perform the spell properly. Haha. "Before that, I have something for you, Mr. Katharos. You remember out bet, yes, about Slytherin winning the Quidditch Cup?" He flicked his wand towards his tie case and summoned his rubber duck tie, levitating it in front of the Slytherin and plopping it down on the table.
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Oh? Her breaking things would have upset him? Well then...she probably wouldn't mention that she typically fell into a tantrum shortly afterward, screaming, kicking and hitting anything and everyone. Some things were better kept to one's self, yeah? "The neighbours find it alarming too but their opinions don't matter to me or Daddy." Hardly anyone's opinion mattered when you got down to it.
"And I break my own things, it shouldn't be anyone's business if I choose to rip the heads off my dolls or break the old jewellery box I had." Both of which she did to the disapproval of those who looked on. She had words for them all but they never came out well between screams.
And he was still eating her ice-cream. Alexa twitched and fidgeted about in her seat, trying to remain calm. Watching him eat her ice-cream wasn't what she came here for.
"I wouldn't say angry Professor, no, not angry." She paused to give it some though. "More along the lines of appalled and annoyed. I never took you for one to take a Third Year's ice-cream when she comes to you in her time of emotional distress. I could cry right now, you know. It'd probably make one of us feel better." She just wasn't sure who'd be less upset by the crying between them too. Her ice-cream. He was finiiiiishing itttttt.
Another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth as he listened to her. "And what if I were to tell you that your opinion about my eating your ice cream did not matter to me?" His office. His rules. His stuff. Airey, of course, did not have that mentality, but he was trying to make a point here.
Oh oops, her ice cream bowl was almost empty now.
"The point I am trying to make, Miss Cambridge, is that I know what went down at the lake was not favorable and Mr. Firth came down especially hard on you." And was rather unreasonable if he said so himself, but that could also be the ice cream talking because the groundskeeper had been a fun CRUSHER. "One thing that you tend to do is expect others to figure out how to deal with you and understand your way of thinking, but do not often times do the same for others. I am not saying we all have to agree on everything, but you will become an even better Gryffindor if you try to understand the other side of the galleon and why things are said or done in a certain way."
Something he had struggled with A LOT with in his youth.
No tears please. He was awful with those.
With another flick of his wand he summoned a new bowl and filled it up again with chocolate ice cream and passed it to her.
"I did not think you wanted my professor cooties," he said for a bit of dry humor.
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Yes, we know we probably shouldn't have made you relate to this, Professor, but we don't know many people we could openly discuss this thing with.
And you seem to help, so, yeah.
Since she was done talking, then Lottie kept her eyes on the man, except on those few occasions she ate some ice cream and her eyes turned to the bowl in front of her. But for the time being, they were on Airey. Go on, the floor is yours.
It was rather wonderful that she was able to LISTEN to everything Airey had to say, it was one of the few Professors she actually listened to. And, well, Hadley and Botros too. Ivy Knox, while not a Professor, was someone others ought to listen to, BUT...*mellow* He was bringing this whole black hole conversation again. Weren't they over that? Did he not understand how incredibly depressed...oh, ice cream! It was a great distraction from the whole black hole scenario in life.
'You are correct, Miss Wisteria'. Why, of course. She perked up at this and kept on listening. And then she sighed. Airey was kind of right. Nothing truly bad has come from it, other than her not fulfilling her dream or aspirations or something of the like. And it was true, her parents were still proud of how her education was going, they were totally okay with that. Though, she did EYE the gesture about the robes, it had meant a lot to her, soooo be careful, Airey. "You're right, though," she started to say, slowly losing her smile, but keeping a slightly upbeat tone, "Nothing bad has come from it, I think, I guess I just felt there was something wrong with me." THIS. An entire family of Slytherins. And one Hufflepuff. TWO, but she doesn't know yet. Clearly, she was bound to think she was the odd one, and not in the good way, however, she was accepting of this.
Sure, many friends. Alec is the only one who was a friend and a Hufflepuff, the only one. Let's face it, Oakey didn't actually count, he was sought out for smoothies. And he knows it. The rest belong in the other three Houses. But this didn't bother her.
Unfavorable direction, Sorting Hat, you suck. BUT..., "Thank you." And she smiled again. You know, the words 'outstanding student' were actually nice to hear.
More ice cream.
And, then her eyes landed on the PINK pillow on his desk. "Well, there aren't many Professors who take interest in rocks. So, yes, Pebbles gave you away."BEAM.
Airey was done squirming for now it seemed. At least the conversation seemed to be taking a pleasant turn and she wasn't on the verge of crying. Either that or the astronomer was in denial. That was a possibility as well.
"There is nothing wrong with you, Miss Wisteria," he said with a giddy sort of chuckle. Although he did understand her disappointment. Really. He did. "You are an outstanding and unique individual who has a bright future ahead of her." As long as she did not allow herself to get caught up on this missorting from Slytherin into Hufflepuff that is. Clearly her family knew that as well since they were not all up in arms about her not being sorted into Slytherin.
He chuckled again. "I AM hoping to get my rock collection back by next term, but we will have to see." Those jewels were...pricey...and certainly not at the top of the priority list of things to get back.
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"A dangerous beauty," he chuckled, mostly to himself. Was Miss Fischer aware that Medea was rumored to be a vampire? He had read that somewhere and found the whole thing rather amusing. She didn't sparkly in the sunlight though. Silly muggles and there notions of what magical creatures did. Laughable really. Anywho......
"Oh I do not doubt she will try," he said, laughing full out this time. "And then I will get her back for getting me back and the cycle will continue." Was she turning into a party pooper too? All work and no play was a rather drab life, no?
"I was not aware that you were such a fan of jelly slugs," he replied as he blinked a few times. Reminded him of when Mr. Branxton had brought up jelly slugs in his lesson on black holes. Coincidence? Hmmmmmm. No, Airey already knew far more about his students' personal lives than he really wanted to and it made things very awkward for him in the classroom. "I never really liked them myself, to be honest. Bertie Bott's though, those were one of my favorite as a student."
He quickly served her up a bowl of the delicious goodness and set it in front of her.
Um. Well. Alice hadn't really planned on calling the professor a beauty.. but.. whatever worked?
Someone had a CRUSH.
"I think she's pretty, too, professor. Dangerous and nice looking. Good choice in ladies," she commented seriously, nodding at Airey as she started on her second bowl of ice cream. "Why do you keep pranking each other like that?" That was what little children did when the liked each other. All the signs were just now hitting her, had it been this clear for ages? She was finding out much more about the professor's personal life than she wanted to. Old people dating sounded really creepy, to be honest.
Aireyhead didn't know about her taste for the gummy candy? "Jelly slugs are my favorite. Much better than Bertie Bott's. I haven't been too keen on touching a box of one of those since your detention last term." Did he remember that? Goblin spit flavored cookies, yuck. Still fresh on her tongue.
She finished inhaling the second round of ice cream and held the bowl out again for more. More, please? Please, prof? Puppy eyes?
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"Fit as a fiddle," he said while giving two rather unconvincing thumbs up towards the boy. So no more questions about that, yes? Good.
Airey offered the prefect a warm smile. "Always a pleasure, Mr. Katharos. Part of my job as a teacher and a mentor is to listen to your concerns. I am glad you feel comfortable coming to me about this sort of thing." Even if he himself felt ridiculously awkward about hearing and giving advice on such matters. Very delicate, you see. The wrong advice could send students down a very dark path and ALL that pressure was on him, the professor, to make sure that didn't happen.
Ah yes, the cloud spell. He HAD promised that hadn't he. But there was another promise that Airey wanted to act on first. Or, well, a bet really. He was just going to be a bit creative with things because he was in such a good mood. "Of course of course, but I think that would best be done somewhere on the grounds," he nodded. Maybe over the lake because that would be hilarious to watch Mr. Katharos fall in if he did not perform the spell properly. Haha. "Before that, I have something for you, Mr. Katharos. You remember out bet, yes, about Slytherin winning the Quidditch Cup?" He flicked his wand towards his tie case and summoned his rubber duck tie, levitating it in front of the Slytherin and plopping it down on the table.
So he WAS going to teach him that cloud spell!? YES! Daichi pumped his fist in the air and accidentally causing some red colored sparks to fly up to the ceiling. There was a small BANG like a firecracker going off and the Snake widened his eyes.
"Eeeh....sorry?"
Maybe the man hadn't heard or seen it because he seemed to be too busy with getting something from his .....tie....case...
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"You...i ...what...." Daichi looked at the rubber duck printed tie as it flew towards him and landed on the desk. The Slytherin moved back to the desk as well and STAAAARED at the tie he had wanted to have ever since the start of his sixth year.
"WAAAH! ARE YOU REALLY GIVING THIS TO ME?!" and without waiting for an answer he took off his Slytherin green and silver tie and replaced it with the duck tie. It took a few moments because even after seven years, ties were difficult and he grinned. "Thanks sir! you are the best but..." he nervously bit his lip. "Do...do i have to say thanks to Dylan as well...because..well he's the reason i got the tie right? Him and his team" And his father had said that he should always say thank you even if he didn't want to ...and the Slytherin really didn't want to do that so if Flamsteed said he didn't have to it was okay right?
"Because...well...i kind of hate him and he hates me so it would be awkward" he frowned.
and to add; "Oh, professor! the Lake is a good place to practise cause it has a big field of grass around it"
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