Ohh no. No don't sit.

"Don't sit, Flammy. You'll do more damage, just lean on the back of it. Yeah like that, see that helps right? Takes some of the pressure off anyways." Nod. West stepped out of the way but stayed at hand in case he was needed for anything. But y'know. Grown up here now. Even if it wasn't Tillstorm... West looked at Headmistress Truebridge and waited for her to do something.

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"Gryffindors broke them with all their sass," Mo offered helpfully from his seat. Because, y'know... he followed directions. And also because he'd banged his knee trying to get up to help and now he thought maybe he was gonna have to live in this seat forever.

The knee was done. Forever. Dramatic sigh.

"And, y'know..." Mo glanced at those nearby who were bickering with each other. In CLASS, for shame. "Those of us who aren't actively helping should probably just shut up."

"Gryffindors? Really? It seems to me like RAVENCLAW is being the sassy House today." The redhead slowwwwwly straightened up from her bent-out-of-shape position and eyed Marcus Branxton.

The shut up advice, though, that was good. He could encourage some more of that.

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Oh, the Headmistress was here? When had anyone asked for her? Wasn't it a Healer they were looking for? Adrienne wasn't sure, but she figured she may as well try to help anyway. "He bent over and then there was this awful cracking noise and he asked for a Healer," she volunteered, standing up again. She wasn't sure how the Headmistress would be able to help, but then, for all she knew, she was an accomplished Healer as well as able to run a school, so she could be useful.

"Well well, he got me instead," the Headmistress allowed herself an evil smirk. She was definitely NOT a Healer, that was the OTHER Bunbury, but she had had some.... training.

Mwahahahaa. Anastasia tried to keep her smirk from being too broad as she worked her way ever so slowly toward the Astronut.

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AHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA!

No, that was not done out loud. It was a thought. A laugh inside her head, if you will. Nevertheless, Sophie had an answer to that last question. "Nobody did it to him," she said. "Or at least I don't think so." She sort of looked around the room. Nobody had cast on him, hmm? She'd put her galleons on Cutty Mordaunt, if so.

So anyway, like she'd said a few minutes ago... "It was just Big Bang one minute then Back Bang the next," she continued. "It was just...teach, teach, teach, and then...a loud wail, and then...well, THAT."

"HAHAHA," Truebridge let out a most un-ladylike snort at Newell's description of the event. "Looks like you're learning Astronomy in the most unusual of places," she remarked loudly.

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Tessa looked up as the Headmistress entered the room. Okay, at least an adult was here- and being the Headmistress, Tessa would bet that she at least had a decent understanding of Healing- even if she wasn't the healer. Generally, those in charge of a school knew a lot.

Others around her described the occurrence and she nodded in agreement. "Headmistress, just let us know if you need a hand with anything," she offered. After all, how many times had she bandaged herself up during her own Quidditch training? Plenty. Nothing phased her any more. However, until she asked for help, Tessa was going to remain out of the way- sometimes that was the best help to be given.

"Oh absolutely, sweetie, how kind of you to offer." See? A non-sassy Gryffindor right there. Annie continued her prowl-like approach toward the other professor. "We might just have to drag Flamsteed to the hospital wing, if his back is in too precarious a stage to be moved by force... or magic.... I'll let you know if it comes to that."

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This was bad. This was very bad. He hadn't felt this sort of pain in his back since the accident and that had been years ago. Was all this because he had been slacking on his strengthening yoga exercises Medea had assigned him to? Sweet solstice he was being reminded of the day he learned his astronaut dreams were as dead as the star he had wished upon as a child to make them come true because chances were that that star was no longer there and it's light was only now reaching the earth and....


He couldn't make any sort of verbal response to the Slytherin, nor could he really move his arm to indicated just where it was that the pain was centralized. It just seemed to be all over at the moment anyway.

He did manage to shake his head at the sitting down option. Moving wasn't exactly within his capabilities at the moment.

He attempted to smile at Miss Asteroid, but the smile ended up resembling like one a troll would give after stepping on something unpleasant. "Be...fine....old....astronaut....injury," he managed to sit out. He was able to somewhat move his hand to wave her off. Chances were he would lean a bit too much on her and make both of them fall over.

He shook his head at the Gryffindor prefect. He didn't even have his wand in his hand at the moment. Bloody thing staring back up at him from the floor like that.

Hearing that someone had run to get the Healer made him feel a bit more relaxed - although he feared what state Cece would be in once she arrived since this was not within her normal working hours. Night lesson and all that. Still, a hissing snake Healer was better than no Healer at all.

He was thankful that Mr. Summers had stepped up to help keep some sort of control in the classroom. The last thing the man needed right now was everyone crowding and running around in a panic. He attempted to give the boy a thumbs up when he spoke to him and felt the tiniest tinge of guilt over taking points away from the boy only moments earlier for calling him sire. Probably would have apologized then and there had it not been for another Hufflepuff boy telling him something that made him freeze and tense up even more.

Oh. Sweet. Solstice.

He didn't.

But then the professor saw the back end of a patronus leaving the classroom and knew that it was the truth. The Headmistress had been summoned. He now felt exponentially worse.

Sir...Airey couldn't even open his mouth enough to correct her in not referring to him by that and instead was touched by her question. "Not...now...fine..." he muttered through clenched teeth.

Airey chuckled and then howled in pain again like a werewolf during a full moon. Oh students, don't make him laugh right now. His blue eyes managed to look over at Mr. Lecium when he spoke, reminding the man not to move. Well, good thing movement wasn't something he could really do right now, right? Although all the blood was starting to rush to his had and making him feel rather dizzy and nauseous.

SPOILER!!: Drama llamas XD Bart & Sander & Mikey

Merlin...could they not? Airey was in no state to say or do anything to stop the seventh year and second year bickering with one another, he was a little relieved when Mr. Toussaint stepped in and attempted to keep the peace and avoid further conflict. He gave all three boys a look when he was able to slightly lift his head enough to do so. The astronomer would have rather not called the Headmistress to his classroom and just have the Healer come, but it was over and done now so there was no sense it making such a big thing out of it.


...............................................

Airey's body tensed up a bit more, sending another jolt of pain up and down his spin. Mr. Branxton got a quick look of mild dismay and amusement for his comment on Gryffindors, but his attention quickly went back to the Headmistress as he tried to turn his head so he could see her better. Well, this was just awkward. But at least since the woman was hunched over he was not looking up her nose or anything.

"Head....mis...tress....g-g-good .... ev-evening," he greeted her through gritted teeth.

SPOILER!!: West & Alec & Asher <3

Hearing Mr. Odessa offering him a chair, he bowed his head as he held on to the Head Boy's arm for support as he slooooooooowly maneuvered himself so he could hold onto the chair instead of his student. He managed a weak smile at all three of the boys before he took several baby steps to position his feet close enough to the chair to think about sitting down.

...


Which definitely was not going to happen seeing as he yelped with pain when he tried to. "I'll...just stay....s-s-standing for now," he nodded as he hunched over the chair. He winced a bit more when another student asked the Headmistress if there was anything she could do to help.

HE WAS DOOMED!

Oh sweet sweet sweeeeeeeeeeeet solstice let Cece show up soon.

Her slow approach to the Astronomer ended when she reached his side with a big, broad smirk.

"MISTER Flamsteed," she tilted her head and stared at his odd condition. "Did you overexert yourself a little bit with a tap-dancing routine? Or was it 'jump the moon' jumping jacks? Or a 'reach for the stars' stretching routine? Perhaps you tried too hard to impress Professor Romanos with some of her vampire yoga?" She laughed at her own joke and placed a firm hand on his shoulder to steady him.

"Contrary to what Mr. Odessa may think, I believe it will be best if you just... have a seat." And with a small, tiny, gentle little push to his shoulder, the redhead guided Flamsteed back into the seat.

Helpful, see?

Poor Professor Flamsteed.

Lux felt so bad for him as she watched him suffer. Fortunately there were some students who were being helpful amid all the chaos, and soon the Headmistress was there and there was a chair for the man to lean against.

When the Headmistress guided Professor Flamsteed into the chair, she gasped. "Headmistress, are you sure that is a good idea if his back is really bad?" She bit her lip, thinking that it was probably one of the WORST things to do when someone had a back injury. But then, the Headmistress was smart enough to love Chocolate Frogs, and she DID run a school... so she had to be very smart.

Right?

The Head Boy was grateful for the support. Really. Even if it was something as small as people staying seated and twiddling their thumbs. Something else he was grateful for was the help he was getting from Ells and Hulk and that Gryffindor boy (Mikey) telling people not to bicker. Good. And nobody else needed to--

... Someone else (Bay) was coming to the front. BLINK.

Before he knew it, a deep frown settled onto Alec's face. Had he not said, or shouted, twice for people to go back to their seats? ... Deep breaths, Summers. "Hey, erm... hey!" What was the boy's name? "I... get that you're concerned. Really. I think it's great that you care. I just... think we should give the man some space. So... you think you can you go back to your seat, please? Or... or take a couple of steps backwards. I'm sure he'll be okay, yeah?" He forced his lips to twist up into, what was hopefully, a small, reassuring smile. As for the part about help... "Three people have gone to get the Healer and someone already sent a Patronus to--"

...

... the Headmistress.

She was here. And doubling over. She was okay, right? If the woman ended up injuring herself in the same way that Flamsteed had, more panic would ensue. ... Knock Flamsteed out? ... And Mo. If the situation wasn't so serious, Alec would have been standing there trying his hardest not to laugh. Instead, he gave the boy a small smile for telling the bickering boys off. Thank you, Ravenbro.

Back Bang was an awesome use of a pun and would have been appreciated too, if it wasn't for the situation at hand. And since people had said what had happened already, the eighteen year old simply nodded. Right, they were.

Oh! West had gotten a chair. Awesome. "Thanks, West," Alec said, giving the boy a nod. The chair was positioned correctly, too, which would be great for Flamsteed to lean on. Good job, Odessa. Letting Flamsteed clutch onto his arm, Alec took small steps towards the chair when the man did. Support, you know. Not that the boy minded in the slightest. And West was right about not si--

... Wait... WHAT?!

Have... have a seat?! BLINK. "But... Headmistress? What... what if that makes things worse?" Like the girl had said, was it a good idea to do that?

See, Toby?

Toby had been doing exactly as he'd been told. Sitting and waiting and not interfering. He wasn't even talking 'cause he had no words to help out. The Hufflepuff just sat there, gently swinging his legs as his toes scraped the ground and playing with his hair.

And then something silvery caught his attention and the boy's eyes WIDENED. Everything else that happened in the class was lost on him, as the boy focused on the lock of hair in his hand that he had to really strain his eyes to see ('cause his hair wasn't THAT long yet). But he was right. His eyes weren't deceiving him.

Toby let out a strangely high-pitched strANGLED YELP as he realised that what he had found was a GREY HAIR.

A GREYYYYYY HAIRRRRRR.

AGREYHAIR.

The boy seemed to suddenly realise the noise he'd made and went back to trying to look like nothing had happened, just acting natural and all, while all the while his heart was thumping like crazy. Luckily there was enough drama in the classroom that there was a high chance he'd gone unnoticed.

But all he could think about was grey hair.

HE WAS FOURTEEN YEARS OLD FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN. WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN.

Or dancing What Does the Fox Say? Bev wanted to add to the Headmistress's list. He wasn't doing it now, but he could have...before the lesson started...in his office all alone.

It was a possibility.

But that was the least of worries. He was STUCK. The good thing was the Headmistress was here and she was taking care of him. Although, sitting might not be so good. She'd been present when her uncle Bacchus the III had bent to pinch her cheeks and his back had locked. That's what the rotten old man gets, but professor Airey seemed nice and happy.

Was he going to get fixed? Yeah, yeah?

Glad that he and Mr. Odessa could agree on the no sitting thing. Leaning on the chair was proving to be helpful. Sort of. He wished that he could straighten his back so that the blood would stop rushing to his head and he would stop the feeling of vertigo that was going on right now.

He was, however, able to lift his head enough to see the woman slowly make her way towards him like a feline monster stalking its prey. If it weren't for the fact that he could now see right up her nose, since she was standing over him and he was looking up at her, he was pretty sure that his knees would be shaking uncontrollably. However, seeing the Headmistress from this new perspective had made things feel just a but more humorous.

................................

"I bent over to p-p-p-pick up my wand," he muttered, his ears turning a bit red by some of her comments.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUCH!"

The Astronomy professor howled in pain once again as he was PUSHED into the seat his students had provided to him. His back hit the back of the chair, causing another yelp and, before he could register exactly what had just happened, his eyes were twinkling and NOT because there were stars in him. Involuntary human response to pain. That was all.

She was going to kill him. The woman was going to kill him.

And now he disliked felines even more.

OMIGOSH. O.o

Marigold was FLIPPING OUT. Poor Professor Airey, and then Headmistress happened. Marigold had always thought that Truebridge was nice and caring, BUT APPARENTLY NOT AS MUCH AS SHE THOUGHT. No glares happened, luckily, just pitying glances towards Airey. She was veeery worried about Hogwarts. First people having gray hair, then wrinkles, now cracking bones? Something fishy, and she was going to ask the Headmistress.

Deep breaths.

"Umm, Headmistress ma'am, can I ask you something?" Pause. "Do you think that this has anything to do with the graying hair and wrinkly students?" Slooowly back away.

Oh man… this class was going great. Bay moved over towards Lux to give her some support for she seemed to think it wasn't a good idea for anyone to move him and Bay agreed.

"ERRMMM… Headmistress??? mam' I don't think its a good idea for him to be in that chair?" he said pretty much the same thing Lux said but maybe just a little bit louder…

He couldn't take all this yelping and yelling from the professor he looked like he was in some wicked amount of pain.

If Nigel was eating popcorn this would be the moment were he jams it all in his mouth for the climax of the movie or tv show. This was like muggle television. He did not think he needed to do anything, since The Headmistress was already here. Whether that was a good thing for Flamsteed was debatable at this point because it looked like the Headmistress was breaking Flameo's spine. He would be going out with a Big Bang if that happened. Oh puns. Somebody would appreciate them.

"Be careful of his spine"

He might have been safer on the floor.

Oh, and now the Headmistress was already here. Still no Healer though? Either Truebridge was closer to the Astronomy tower or she was extra concerned about Flamsteed. Or both. Or...maybe not really concerned based on what she was doing now. Penelope raised an eyebrow but was suddenly distracted by a high-pitched sound that she was pretty sure hadn't come from Flamsteed. She glanced over in the general direction she thought it'd come from, towards Toby and whoever was sitting near him, but there didn't seem to be anything happening. Seemed pretty focused on the front of the room with the two adults, so maybe she'd just imagined it? An eyebrow was still raised but then she turned her attention back to the front to continue observing.

"Um-" Adrienne started forward as the Headmistress went to sit Flamsteed down, but she was too late to actually do anything. She winced as the professor let out that horrible noise, and she stood on her toes, torn between rushing forward and yelling at Truebridge to get out because she was only making things worse and not actually wanting to get expelled. "I think I'm going to go tell Tillstorm about what just happened," she said quietly, rushing out of the room. Nobody was paying much attention to her anyway; they were all understandably focused on the injured man.

Lux had to cover her ears as the Professor let out a loud howl of pain. It was a lot for her to take sitting while someone was suffering, and she was so tempted to get up off her chair and offer him some Chocolate Frogs to see if they would help him feel better. Why was the Headmistress being so mean to him? She had seemed like such a nice woman. Had Lux been wrong? Or was she just in a bad mood and taking it out on Professor Flamsteed?

Noticing Bay move closer to her and basically agree with what she said, she gave him a big smile before turning her attention over to Marigold as she asked the Headmistress something. That was a very good question, and she really wanted to know what the Headmistress had to say about it.

Sander heard the Headmistress enter the classroom....who wouldn't. She had been loud. But he was glad that she was finally here....or was he? He grimaced when he saw Headmistress Truebridge pushed the Professor to sit on the chair. 'Merlin! That's gotta hurt.' and sure enough the next sounds Sander heard was the Professor yelling out in pain.

Sander shook his head and hid his head back into his textbook. This was definitely becoming a three ring circus...and none of it was funny. No not at all.

Michael watched in fascination as the Headmistress entered the room and went about taking care of the Astronomy Professor. According to all the students though they didn't think she knew what she was doing.

He was no Healer and he was pretty sure the rest of the class wasn't either so maybe they should all just be quiet. "I seriously doubt that the Headmistress would do anything to harm one of her staff members." Because that would be negligence and he doubted the woman would do anything to jepardise her job.

Headmistress was here. Oh, okay. Astrid somehow expected the Healer to come because, you know, for obvious reasons. Unless Truebridge could heal and help Professor Flamsteed with his back problems, then that'd be okay for the sixth year. She watched the Headmistress. Yes, she hoped she could help their Astronomy Professor, but leave it to an adult, y'know?

Hi. Please help our Professor? Please? She was desperate.

Fine? Noooooo. Astrid frowned a little. Professor Flamsteed wasn't fine, for sure. If he was fine, he wouldn't look like he was constipated. "You'll be okay, Professor. The Healer will come," she said. Well, that young Slytherin boy Newell, if that was the name she remembered from tryouts, went to fetch her anyway. But, yes, she needed to give the man some space so she moved away from him and went back to her seat. Still concerned though.

BECAUSE THE YELPING.

That's gotta hurt.

Why was another kid going for the Healer? An excuse to get out of class early? How come she hadn't thought of that? Still, Alice was one hundred percent sure Tillstorm was going to enter the class tailed by her very own herd of student owls.

But instead of lingering on that, she shot a look to the Gryffindors involved in that dramatic bickering episode and idly watched Truebridge elicit yelps out of her professor through painful torture.

Was Flammy gonna cry? He could if he wanted, on account of she had a good view and all.

Headmistress was here. Good. Though she still wasn't so sure that she should have been called in addition to the Healer, simply because wouldn't the Healer know more about this sort of thing? But she hadn’t wanted to get caught up in the rather useless argument between the second and seventh year, so she had kept her mouth shut. And the exchange between the Ravenclaw and the Headmistress made her chuckle, so she had to be good f..........

...........MERLIN'S HAT! Okay, maybe the Headmistress was going to torture Professor Flamsteed until the Healer showed up. In which case............

"Shouldn't you make sure that students aren't in the room before you torture an employee?" Just sayin'.

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When the Headmistress guided Professor Flamsteed into the chair, she gasped. "Headmistress, are you sure that is a good idea if his back is really bad?" She bit her lip, thinking that it was probably one of the WORST things to do when someone had a back injury. But then, the Headmistress was smart enough to love Chocolate Frogs, and she DID run a school... so she had to be very smart.

Right?

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... Wait... WHAT?!

Have... have a seat?! BLINK. "But... Headmistress? What... what if that makes things worse?" Like the girl had said, was it a good idea to do that?

"Trust me, I was ALMOST a Healer. I know what I'm doing," the Headmistress assured her concerned Puffs, giving Flamsteed a few more pokes here and there to get his back stiffer into the chair. "This chair is going to work JUST like a back brace, you see. It will keep him supported AND in the right spinal alignment until the Healer can get here or we can get him TO the Healer."

Logic. BOOM. Done.

SPOILER!!: crybaby :3

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Glad that he and Mr. Odessa could agree on the no sitting thing. Leaning on the chair was proving to be helpful. Sort of. He wished that he could straighten his back so that the blood would stop rushing to his head and he would stop the feeling of vertigo that was going on right now.

He was, however, able to lift his head enough to see the woman slowly make her way towards him like a feline monster stalking its prey. If it weren't for the fact that he could now see right up her nose, since she was standing over him and he was looking up at her, he was pretty sure that his knees would be shaking uncontrollably. However, seeing the Headmistress from this new perspective had made things feel just a but more humorous.

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"I bent over to p-p-p-pick up my wand," he muttered, his ears turning a bit red by some of her comments.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUCH!"

The Astronomy professor howled in pain once again as he was PUSHED into the seat his students had provided to him. His back hit the back of the chair, causing another yelp and, before he could register exactly what had just happened, his eyes were twinkling and NOT because there were stars in him. Involuntary human response to pain. That was all.

She was going to kill him. The woman was going to kill him.

And now he disliked felines even more.

He had bent over to pick up his wand. Oh boy. That was about the lamest way to go out EVER, wasn't it? But at least it hadn't been in some OTHER activity... like collecting siblings for Dweebles the pet rock...

Still, Annie shook her head and leaned in to him, to whisper at volume audible to his ear's only. "Shouldn't you dismiss your class now? They really do not need to witness your pain and whimpering... especially when you clearly aren't recovering anytime soon." Not soon enough to continue the lesson, obviously.

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"Umm, Headmistress ma'am, can I ask you something?" Pause. "Do you think that this has anything to do with the graying hair and wrinkly students?" Slooowly back away.

Oh! Another Puff question! The Headmistress straightened back up from her whispering session and gave the girl a brilliantly fake smile. "Gray hair and wrinkly students?" And there went the smile. "What EVER do you mean? Are your friends experimenting with aging potions again?" She gave the girl a LOOK.

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Oh man… this class was going great. Bay moved over towards Lux to give her some support for she seemed to think it wasn't a good idea for anyone to move him and Bay agreed.

"ERRMMM… Headmistress??? mam' I don't think its a good idea for him to be in that chair?" he said pretty much the same thing Lux said but maybe just a little bit louder…

He couldn't take all this yelping and yelling from the professor he looked like he was in some wicked amount of pain.

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If Nigel was eating popcorn this would be the moment were he jams it all in his mouth for the climax of the movie or tv show. This was like muggle television. He did not think he needed to do anything, since The Headmistress was already here. Whether that was a good thing for Flamsteed was debatable at this point because it looked like the Headmistress was breaking Flameo's spine. He would be going out with a Big Bang if that happened. Oh puns. Somebody would appreciate them.

"Be careful of his spine"

He might have been safer on the floor.

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Headmistress was here. Good. Though she still wasn't so sure that she should have been called in addition to the Healer, simply because wouldn't the Healer know more about this sort of thing? But she hadn’t wanted to get caught up in the rather useless argument between the second and seventh year, so she had kept her mouth shut. And the exchange between the Ravenclaw and the Headmistress made her chuckle, so she had to be good f..........

...........MERLIN'S HAT! Okay, maybe the Headmistress was going to torture Professor Flamsteed until the Healer showed up. In which case............

"Shouldn't you make sure that students aren't in the room before you torture an employee?" Just sayin'.

"He's FIIIIIIIIINE, he's fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine," the Headmistress waved away the next round of questions. "Really children, don't you have some studying or something better to be doing than gawking at your poor Astronomy professor? His back and his emotions are CLEARLY in a vulnerable state right now, and you lot are NOT HELPING." And that Slytherin who implied she was torturing him? Bunz's blue eyes could have burned a hole through the girl's forehead right then. She thought THIS was torture?!

She was clearly new to Hogwarts.

The Headmistress smiled around sweetly at them all. "Thank you for help, but... class is over now, I think."

Bart watched as someone was coming it the healer of course right... nope it was the headmistress. So that nerd's patronous actually worked. Well guess he accomplished something today Mr. know it all got to show that he could form one bravo oh, but whatever. He sat back listening and listening. Honestly this was worse than the lectures everyone putting their two knuts in.

"Honest to blog people shut up. The headmistress knows what's she's doing and so does the head boy. They are leaders for a reason." Because none of you other people including himself could do the job. He was totally with Mikey on this one. Speaking of Mikey he looked back at the boy, "Is this place always like this? I mean weird things? People getting hurt?" Not that he minded it was interesting, but still.

"So since the professor seems to be out of commission until the potion or whatever will help him arrives is class over? Could we like go study or something?" Like he would study, but it sounded good and maybe the headmistress would let them leave if he said study.

Class was over for sure, right?

Bay blinked… really was the Headmistress like this.. WOW! He's never met her before and has only been around her a few times… But he didn't want to question this and he defiantly didn't want to get into trouble… Maybe everyone should work on a big "get well card" for their poor hurting Astronomy Professor.

"Ohhhh okayyy Mam'" he said while going back to his desk to collect his things… if indeed the class was over he wanted to make sure he had all of his things ready to go.

Ah, okay then. That made sense. "Sorry, Headmistress. I didn't think that one through." Clearly.

And that look...... It had just been a suggestion. Honestly, no need to bore holes through her. And then the Headmistress dismissed the class. Which caused Layla to gather her stuff and leave. Ta ta for now.

Delilah didn't understand why there was so much confusion. Why were people clustering around the poor professor? Didn't they hear what Alec said? She eyed them all with a disapproving look.

... And the Headmistress turned up. The Hufflepuff looked slightly relieved.. when she almost yelled out loud. WHAT WAS SHE TRYING TO DO? Airey was in PAIN and she'd practically pushed him into the seat. Delilah narrowed her eyes slightly when she said he was fine. The professor certainly did not look fine. Poor man.

Yeah, right. Class might be over but she sat where she was. And HE had not dismissed them yet. So.

She was watching. MHM.

Almost a healer. ALMOST a healer. Then again he was almost an astronaut, but that still did not mean that he was one. But the man was in far too much pain at the moment to really make logical sense out of anything. And yes, Headmistress, he would get right on that dismissal thing when he could actual words out. Although he was a little grateful to be off his feet. He was just less than enthusiastic about the methodology she had used to get him into this position.

He looked over at the black box on his desk with a heavy heart. So much for having a stellar activity to start the term off with. Not to mention completing his lesson. In fact, he was going to need to rethink his remaining lessons. Oh sweet solstice what had he ever done to deserve this?

"Heeee -- Heeeeeee ----Headmistress Truebridge is right. Class dimiiiiiiii OUCH sssssed," he announced, wincing through the pain it took to do something as simple as breathe. "Finish re-re-READING the chaaaa AAAAAH pter on the Big Bang Theory on your OWN. Hooo OOOOOOOOOOOOOW mework will be posted OOOOOO OOOOW OOON announcement board...." Whenever he got out of the hospital wing.

And then he tried to put on a brave smile for his students as they departed - SOME before HE had dismissed them and this did NOT sit well with him - despite his eyes being a bit misty.

Lux was still uncertain that the Headmistress was doing much good, though at least the Professor was not howling in pain anymore. That was always a good thing. As they were told they were basically dismissed, she gathered her stuff up, but only actually put everything away when her Professor confirmed it.

Listening to what he instructed them to do, she got up and approached him "I hope you feel better soon, Professor Flamsteed. Would you like a Chocolate Frog?" Chocolate Frogs helped her feel better, and he was in pain. She did want him to feel better.