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The sun has long since been down and if it weren't for the Heating Charms placed on the Astronomy classroom it would be quite chilly. The desks are arranged in their usual semi circle to help created a more personal environment. Professor Flamsteed's desk is positioned in the “front” of the classroom and is entirely empty save for a small black box located EXACTLY in the middle of the desk. The suited astronomer can be seen squatting to the side of his desk talking to the large fish tank he has been spotted with all around the castle ever since the opening feast.
So come on in and find your seat. Oh, and don’t forget to use the lint roller on the small table outside of the classroom next to the sign that reads, "Not to be used as a brush for your hair."
This lesson has officially started! Please do not announce your character arriving late and just pretend like they have been in class all along. You are free to jump in any time and should use the lesson progression links to keep up.
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Originally Posted by Anna Banana
Wow
If that was what being forty did to ya, Sophie really needed to make sure she stayed in shape. She gathered her materials in a somewhat zombie-like state. She was just preoccupied, that was all. She was heading out the door, when...
"Shhh," Sophie said, lowering her voice. "Don't make him feel any worse. He has forty-year-old-itis." She said this so matter-of-factly that it was almost as if she was a hundred percent sure of herself that this was an actual disease a person could get.
She grinned apologetically at the man then headed out the door and down the corridor.
Orsino raised an eyebrow at the young girl and her 40 year-old comment. He was 40, but look at him and disease would bounce off of him in fear that his antibodies were just as buff as he was. "He's fine. I've heard worse" Kirby reassured the girl before she left. The thin man, sounded like he was overreacting.
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Things couldn't get any worse, right?
ABORT ABORT ABORT!
WRONG! SO WRONG! OH SO VERY VERY WRONG.
So what if the man had a moderately low tolerance for pain. That was allowed! Better that then smelling like a troll that had bathed in honey and looking like one.
Airey looked back to the Headmistress and then back to the Groundskeeper. Probably didn't matter whatever he said, but one thing was for sure was that he did not want that man's hands all over his suit.
..............He was not 40 YET thank you very much. Still had a few years before that (4 come December actually).
"You are dismissed, Miss Newell," he reminded her gently before she left. Did he look 40? He had always been told that he looked younger than his age. Or maybe it had been that he acted younger than his age....
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
AHA. Thank GOODNESS for GROUNDSKEEPERS!
"Mr. Kirby!" the redhead motioned him over to the chair scene. "You're just in time, actually. We need to get Flamsteed to the Hospital Wing in the most efficient manner possible... right now, I believe the chair is acting as a back brace for him, and we don't want him to fall off it. Think you can give him a lift in it down to the third floor?"
She was being literal this time.
"Flamsteed..." She turned back to the Astronomy man. "How do you feel about permanent sticking charms?" Or rope?
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
WHAT?!
Airey sat up straighter in his seat and groaned at the shooting pain that occurred because of it. No sudden movements. Needed to remember no sudden movements. But that was like telling a a star not to emit particle radiation. IT JUST WAS NOT POSSIBLE.
And speaking of not possible.
"No, no...nooooooooo...not going to happen," he said as he shook his head vigorously. Again. Sudden movements. Should not do that. "No offense, Headmistress, but I would rather be carried through the castle like some sort of parade creature than have a permanent sticking charm administered on one of my suits."
Orsino smiled and nodded to Anastasia. "Sounds to me like he can manage. At most I can reduce the need of our Healer and just snap his back into place. I'll just need proper footing. That, or since he doesn't want to be carried by chair I'll float him down like rag doll." Yup. Those were his only two options he was giving. "What if you stuck him to the chair, then added some wheels?" Okay, now he was just having fun.
"Sorry Blondo, but it seems you're in no position to negotiate" with that Orsino removed his wand. "You can choose how you want to stay upright on that chair. Sticking or a Rope?"
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Hope beamed and slung her bag across her body leaving her hands free. "It would be my pleasure to do so, Professor." So long as no one objected to her doing it and if they did she wasn't going to be too happy with that person. However, seeing as the Headmistress and Mr. Kirby were going to be preoccupied with Professor Flamsteed, there really was no question against Hope doing it. Everyone else was either busy or had left the classroom.
She bent done and managed to lift the tank with ease. Yes. Hospital wing. Third floor. She looked down upon the swimming fish and smiled with elation. She didn't know how long it would take for Professor Flamsteed to fully recover from those, so maybe she could offer to help take care of the fish and his other pets for him. Mhm.
"Tha-OOOW-nk you, Miss Evans," he smiled in appreciated towards the Ravenclaw.
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Originally Posted by Squishy
Awww, man. Lux had hoped she could help take poor Professor Flamsteed to the Nurse. But she supposed that he would be alright with the Headmistress and Groundskeeper looking after him. Nodding, she figured she could be a good Puff and do her work like he asked her to. "Okay! Maybe you can have your Chocolate Frog when you are allll better."
Being dismissed, she made her way towards the door. "Good night, Professor, and Headmistress, and Groundskeeper person, and everyone else here." With a final wave, she was out the door.
He would be looking forward to that chocolate frog, by the way.
He gave the Hufflepuff a small nod and timid wave as she departed.
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Originally Posted by Lexers
It was a shame.. Professor Flamey was so so nice.
Lucas shuffled in to stand before him and made an apologetic face.
"Sorry I broke you, Professor. I didn't mean it."
Next time, he'd keep his rants to himself.
Sorry he...what? Airey's blue eyes widened and he slooooowly shook his head at the Gryffindor. "You did nothing of the sort, Mr. Rodemiere. If anything you are just the victim of poor timing." Poor kid, thinking such a thing like that.
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Originally Posted by DJ ExpelliarMOOSE
Orsino smiled and nodded to Anastasia. "Sounds to me like he can manage. At most I can reduce the need of our Healer and just snap his back into place. I'll just need proper footing. That, or since he doesn't want to be carried by chair I'll float him down like rag doll." Yup. Those were his only two options he was giving. "What if you stuck him to the chair, then added some wheels?" Okay, now he was just having fun.
"Sorry Blondo, but it seems you're in no position to negotiate" with that Orsino removed his wand. "You can choose how you want to stay upright on that chair. Sticking or a Rope?"
SNAP BACK INTO PLACE? Oh no...noooooooo no noooooooo. No bone snapping for you, Mr. Groundskeeper. Which brought up some other rather unpleasant images, but he tried not to think about that too much. Especially now that the astronomer was being compared to a rag doll.
"You mean...transfigured this chair into a muggle wheelchair?" He was game for that option. He liked that option.
What? WHAT? There was always time to nego----- Rope? That, er, um.... "Rope."
No way a Sticking Charm was being used on his suit. NOPE.
"Someone...should notify Cece via patronus that we are on our way..." he said nervously. "So she doesn't come up here and meet us half way." Because then she would be grumpy. More than she already was usually that is.
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
..............He was not 40 YET thank you very much. Still had a few years before that (4 come December actually).
"You are dismissed, Miss Newell," he reminded her gently before she left. Did he look 40? He had always been told that he looked younger than his age. Or maybe it had been that he acted younger than his age....
He'd heard? Oops. Sophie hadn't meant for Flamsteed to overhear her diagnosing him with forty-year-old-itis. He didn't seem too happy about it either. She just thought he was in denial.
Then there was the reminder that she'd been dismissed. Or, rather, it was a polite way of saying, 'Get out while you're still ahead'. "Oh. Right," she said. "I'll just...be on my way." GET BETTER SOON, SIR! She gave him her best attempt at a grin then went on her way.
Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
SNAP BACK INTO PLACE? Oh no...noooooooo no noooooooo. No bone snapping for you, Mr. Groundskeeper. Which brought up some other rather unpleasant images, but he tried not to think about that too much. Especially now that the astronomer was being compared to a rag doll.
"You mean...transfigured this chair into a muggle wheelchair?" He was game for that option. He liked that option.
What? WHAT? There was always time to nego----- Rope? That, er, um.... "Rope."
No way a Sticking Charm was being used on his suit. NOPE.
"Someone...should notify Cece via patronus that we are on our way..." he said nervously. "So she doesn't come up here and meet us half way." Because then she would be grumpy. More than she already was usually that is.
"Yeah, and while I'm at it I'll include a few features to the Chair. Height adjustability, and a loud beeping to let us know when you're backing up." Orsino was kidding with the man. "A Wheelchair sounds like a excellent idea, but let's see if Cece can fix yah first." Orsino almost had the urge to slap the man on his back as a polite gesture to tell Blondo he means no harm...Only that'd do more harm to him wouldn't it? "Rope, it is." with that Orsino pointed his wand at the Astronomer "Incarcerous" he said a hemp rope shot from his wand and wrapped itself around the Blonde Man. He then turned around and flicking his wand in the direction of the door "Expecto Patronum" Next out of his wand came his Wildebeest Patronus heading towards the Hosital Wing to let Cece know to stay put. "There now, You let me know when you're ready for the ride, Blondo. Those Ropes good on you?" Orsino pocketed his wand, and stretched his arms out and moved his head back and forth cracking his neck.
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Dangerous lives we live. Ha. Spoken like a Gryffindor. What was life without a little risk, right? Injuries only proved that you were willing to take the chance rather than play it safe.
"If you could just hand it to me," he nodded in appreciation. "Gently, if you will."
A smirk managed to crawl across his face in a temporary painless moment. "There is. Do your homework and always try your best." He even managed a small thumbs up - not lifting his arm from his side at all helped in this endeavor. "You just head back to your common room and have a good night."
WHAT?!
Airey sat up straighter in his seat and groaned at the shooting pain that occurred because of it. No sudden movements. Needed to remember no sudden movements. But that was like telling a a star not to emit particle radiation. IT JUST WAS NOT POSSIBLE.
And speaking of not possible.
"No, no...nooooooooo...not going to happen," he said as he shook his head vigorously. Again. Sudden movements. Should not do that. "No offense, Headmistress, but I would rather be carried through the castle like some sort of parade creature than have a permanent sticking charm administered on one of my suits."
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Originally Posted by DJ ExpelliarMOOSE
Orsino raised an eyebrow at the young girl and her 40 year-old comment. He was 40, but look at him and disease would bounce off of him in fear that his antibodies were just as buff as he was. "He's fine. I've heard worse" Kirby reassured the girl before she left. The thin man, sounded like he was overreacting.
Orsino smiled and nodded to Anastasia. "Sounds to me like he can manage. At most I can reduce the need of our Healer and just snap his back into place. I'll just need proper footing. That, or since he doesn't want to be carried by chair I'll float him down like rag doll." Yup. Those were his only two options he was giving. "What if you stuck him to the chair, then added some wheels?" Okay, now he was just having fun.
"Sorry Blondo, but it seems you're in no position to negotiate" with that Orsino removed his wand. "You can choose how you want to stay upright on that chair. Sticking or a Rope?"
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
"Tha-OOOW-nk you, Miss Evans," he smiled in appreciated towards the Ravenclaw.
He would be looking forward to that chocolate frog, by the way.
He gave the Hufflepuff a small nod and timid wave as she departed.
Sorry he...what? Airey's blue eyes widened and he slooooowly shook his head at the Gryffindor. "You did nothing of the sort, Mr. Rodemiere. If anything you are just the victim of poor timing." Poor kid, thinking such a thing like that.
SNAP BACK INTO PLACE? Oh no...noooooooo no noooooooo. No bone snapping for you, Mr. Groundskeeper. Which brought up some other rather unpleasant images, but he tried not to think about that too much. Especially now that the astronomer was being compared to a rag doll.
"You mean...transfigured this chair into a muggle wheelchair?" He was game for that option. He liked that option.
What? WHAT? There was always time to nego----- Rope? That, er, um.... "Rope."
No way a Sticking Charm was being used on his suit. NOPE.
"Someone...should notify Cece via patronus that we are on our way..." he said nervously. "So she doesn't come up here and meet us half way." Because then she would be grumpy. More than she already was usually that is.
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Originally Posted by DJ ExpelliarMOOSE
"Yeah, and while I'm at it I'll include a few features to the Chair. Height adjustability, and a loud beeping to let us know when you're backing up." Orsino was kidding with the man. "A Wheelchair sounds like a excellent idea, but let's see if Cece can fix yah first." Orsino almost had the urge to slap the man on his back as a polite gesture to tell Blondo he means no harm...Only that'd do more harm to him wouldn't it? "Rope, it is." with that Orsino pointed his wand at the Astronomer "Incarcerous" he said a hemp rope shot from his wand and wrapped itself around the Blonde Man. He then turned around and flicking his wand in the direction of the door "Expecto Patronum" Next out of his wand came his Wildebeest Patronus heading towards the Hosital Wing to let Cece know to stay put. "There now, You let me know when you're ready for the ride, Blondo. Those Ropes good on you?" Orsino pocketed his wand, and stretched his arms out and moved his head back and forth cracking his neck.
He'd rather be carried through the castle than have a permanent sticking charm applied to one of his suits... well well, Flamsteed, don't give the woman ideas!
"A little tighter," Anastasia piped up from behind the massive groundskeeper. "Cece should be expecting him now... are sure you can carry the professor and his chair?" She looked up at Orsino and then laughed. "Of course you can. I suppose I'll follow behind with my wand on him, in case he falls out."
Just being helpful. Unless they didn't want her to follow, of course??? Hmm???
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Originally Posted by DJ ExpelliarMOOSE
"Yeah, and while I'm at it I'll include a few features to the Chair. Height adjustability, and a loud beeping to let us know when you're backing up." Orsino was kidding with the man. "A Wheelchair sounds like a excellent idea, but let's see if Cece can fix yah first." Orsino almost had the urge to slap the man on his back as a polite gesture to tell Blondo he means no harm...Only that'd do more harm to him wouldn't it? "Rope, it is." with that Orsino pointed his wand at the Astronomer "Incarcerous" he said a hemp rope shot from his wand and wrapped itself around the Blonde Man. He then turned around and flicking his wand in the direction of the door "Expecto Patronum" Next out of his wand came his Wildebeest Patronus heading towards the Hosital Wing to let Cece know to stay put. "There now, You let me know when you're ready for the ride, Blondo. Those Ropes good on you?" Orsino pocketed his wand, and stretched his arms out and moved his head back and forth cracking his neck.
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
He'd rather be carried through the castle than have a permanent sticking charm applied to one of his suits... well well, Flamsteed, don't give the woman ideas!
"A little tighter," Anastasia piped up from behind the massive groundskeeper. "Cece should be expecting him now... are sure you can carry the professor and his chair?" She looked up at Orsino and then laughed. "Of course you can. I suppose I'll follow behind with my wand on him, in case he falls out."
Just being helpful. Unless they didn't want her to follow, of course??? Hmm???
See? Now the groundskeeper was talking! Or was until the astonomer realized that his words had been laced with sarcasm. A wheelchair really would be the most practical of things at the moment, not all this rope tying up and other suggestions that were clearly meant as nothing more than torture devices.
Before he could say anything, however, there were ropes around him and the Headmistress was suggesting they be a bit tighter. Sweet solstice. And now he was entrusting his life to the man that probably used house elf bones to pick his teeth.
"Can we...just get this over and done with, please?" he sighed. "Miss Evans, if you could follow us with Tiberius that would be appreciated."
No way he was letting the Headmistress near another 'pet' of his. Better his own life than his best mate's, yeah?
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See? Now the groundskeeper was talking! Or was until the astonomer realized that his words had been laced with sarcasm. A wheelchair really would be the most practical of things at the moment, not all this rope tying up and other suggestions that were clearly meant as nothing more than torture devices.
Before he could say anything, however, there were ropes around him and the Headmistress was suggesting they be a bit tighter. Sweet solstice. And now he was entrusting his life to the man that probably used house elf bones to pick his teeth.
"Can we...just get this over and done with, please?" he sighed. "Miss Evans, if you could follow us with Tiberius that would be appreciated."
No way he was letting the Headmistress near another 'pet' of his. Better his own life than his best mate's, yeah?
Hope stood there, fish tank in arms. She nodded. "Yes, Professor." She wasn't sure how comfortable she was with the fact that they has essentially just tied Professor Airey to a chair, but she wasn't going to argue since they had gotten this far. She took a step forward and the water sloshed around a bit while the bass swam contently. She wanted to stick her hand in the tank and let one finger skim slowly over he scales but she couldn't carry it and do that at the same time.
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He'd rather be carried through the castle than have a permanent sticking charm applied to one of his suits... well well, Flamsteed, don't give the woman ideas!
"A little tighter," Anastasia piped up from behind the massive groundskeeper. "Cece should be expecting him now... are sure you can carry the professor and his chair?" She looked up at Orsino and then laughed. "Of course you can. I suppose I'll follow behind with my wand on him, in case he falls out."
Just being helpful. Unless they didn't want her to follow, of course??? Hmm???
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
"Can we...just get this over and done with, please?" he sighed. "Miss Evans, if you could follow us with Tiberius that would be appreciated."
No way he was letting the Headmistress near another 'pet' of his. Better his own life than his best mate's, yeah?
Just before Orsino could lift the broken-blonde into the air The Headmistress spoke up again. "Tighter, no problem."
Orsino cracked a smile on his face as he stood behind the Professor, and yanked on the ropes setting Flamsteed's back straighter to the back of the chair. "Theeeeere, we go." He looked to the girl who was carrying THE LAKE'S Fish, then to Anastasia. "I would apreciate a spotter, especially on those stairs. It'll be difficult if they decide to move on us while carrying Blondo down." With that said, he gave the Astronomer no warning. With his left hand he grasped the front left leg of the chair, and with his right he grasped back right. Hoisting the scrawny man on the chair over his right shoulder Kirby Marched out the door.
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