Sander smiled from ear to ear, when who should join both Louis and himself? Yep Tessa. He watched as she walked over to join them. He loved the way she walked. She had such a sexy walk. He reached up to return her kiss, pouting when she ended it quickly. But they weren't here to make out. They had serious business to attend to.

What was that again? Something to do with their friends, Bay and Lux. Now what were they up to? Had Lux been seen kissing more boys? Deep down Sander hoped not. If there was one boy, Lux should be kissing, that he approved of, was Bay....not like he was going to tell her that outright.

He listened as Louis explained why they were here. Wait the Tunnel of Love? Were Bay and Lux in it too. What had happened in there? Wait! Were they, Tessa and himself so wrapped up in each other that they had missed what had gone on in the Tunnel of Love between Bay and Lux.

"Whoa you lost me there, Louis? What did happen in the Tunnel of Love? I know what happened between Tessa and I, but what else happened?" Sander asked not realizing that he had let slip what he and his girlfriend had been doing all that time.

"Wait where have I been all this time? Bay made Lux a heart shaped amulet...and there's a BayLux drink? What is a baylux drink? I'm totally lost here guys. Please cue me in," Sander pleaded. He desperately wanted to know what was going on.

"Only a matter of time? To convince them to finally become official? Ooooohhh....I get it now. Are you saying that Lux and Bay now seem to have a thing for each other and you want us to encourage them to get together?" Sander asked Louis.

He nodded his head in agreement with Tessa,"I have to admit, I agree with Tessa. I don't think we should push them into this. If they are meant to be together, they will find out in their own way. I know we want what is best for them, but it is never good to meddle with the affairs of the heart, especially someone else's. If things don't work out, they could end up hating us," Sander explained the predicament they were in.

'I think I should be included in the contents of your room of requirement.'

Schuyler got a weird look for that statement. A long one too. FUNNY. "Yeah." She didn't say anything else for now but just gave the other girl a small grin. Yeah. Olly's eyes went from Schuyler's face to the doorknob when the Gryffindor reached for it and they stayed there for a moment. "Yeah. Go on." She could probably already guess what was inside the room by the smell.

It really wasn't THAT hard to guess, now.

Olly waited by the door's threshold for Schuyler to go inside. Because well, that WAS part of the whole thing. The was the essential part of it, really. Otherwise it would just be a replica of what Schuyler's room of requirement would look like. And Olly wasn't exactly the type to wish for a room filled with flowers now, was she?

Okay, Olly was being a girl of few words at present, but she gave the OK for her to open the door. Schuyler would have opened it if she hadn't said it, too. Nonetheless, the Gryffindor turned the knob and was immediately greeted by a dead-giveaway scent as she pulled the door towards her. Lilies, Olly?

She took another step forward, into the room, her eyes intently scanning to seeeeeee.............

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

A familiar sight.

A very breathtaking familiar sight.

Flowers upon flowers. Fields of them in prime bloom, rolling away on soft hills for what looked like miles. The sun veiled the expanse, but it wasn't hot. Just warm. Late spring warm, and not sticky with humidity either.

A very faint breeze touched her face, almost like a reminder, and she turned her head to Olly, a slightly unsure look etching on her features. "..but this is my room?"

And if this were a mistake, it would now be quite difficult to turn around and close a door on this.

OH THANK MERLIN!

So she hadn't got it all wrong then. At least Schuyler seemed to have recognized it. A look of relief flashed across Olly's face while she closed the door behind them and leaned against it. "It is." Or at least it was until the Gryffindor walked in.

Well, it still was Schuyler's room now but...also not.

An explanation was needed probably. "You asked what I liked a lot." Yes she'd said that already. "And since we can't wish for people-" They'd established that. No people-wishing in the Room of Requirement. "-I simply brought you here." Clever, right? Olly didn't move but offered a small grin.

'You asked what I liked a lot.'

As Olly said it, Schuyler's lips pulled up into a smile. A knowing smile now. And her girlfriend confirmed the reasoning that Schuyler had realized just a moment earlier, that the room was Olly's now because she was within it. She, Schuyler. The sixteen-year-old turned around completely now to face the other girl. It was sweet. So sweet, and Schuyler was all melty on the inside. Gosh, Olly. Making girls melt like a popsicle on the 4th of JULY.

Eyes on hers, she linked their hands and tugged her back from the door. Her forehead came to rest on Olly's and she stayed close, smiling softly. "I really love you."

Olly's grin became even wider upon seeing her girlfriend's reaction to her explanation. So it wasn't bad that she didn't really have her own room yet? Not in the way that Schuyler had hers anyway. Olly just couldn't really come up with anything she'd want to wish for. You either had something or you didn't. So she couldn't really wrap her head around wishes.

So this was the closest to answering Schuyler's question she could get right now.

Apparently it was enough for the Gryffindor. So Olly had done good. She allowed Schuyler to pull her away from the door slightly until their faces were so close together she could feel the other girl's breath on her lips. "I know." She grinned slightly and pulled herself even closer to Schuyler by her hands.

"So yeah...that's the best I can do for now." Olly lowered her head slightly. "Thank you." For...stuff.

It was the brightest room in the castle beyond the threshold Cutty had ever seen. Though, that said it still wasn't the well-light sterile environment he associated with laboratories. At least, not muggle ones. There were torches lining the walls around the entire perimeter of the room and a large blue-flame burning brightly in the center of a double-sided fireplace which attributed to the good lighting.

Books too were abundant and everywhere and on anything from time to charms and Cutty's favourite, transfiguration. There were also quite a few thick volumes on potions, near to which a large wooden island style table played host to cases full of ingredients and cauldrons. Cutty was going to call that station one. All he need now was time and a unwilling assistant.

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It was the brightest room in the castle beyond the threshold Cutty had ever seen. Though, that said it still wasn't the well-light sterile environment he associated with laboratories. At least, not muggle ones. There were torches lining the walls around the entire perimeter of the room and a large blue-flame burning brightly in the center of a double-sided fireplace which attributed to the good lighting.

Books too were abundant and everywhere and on anything from time to charms and Cutty's favourite, transfiguration. There were also quite a few thick volumes on potions, near to which a large wooden island style table played host to cases full of ingredients and cauldrons. Cutty was going to call that station one. All he need now was time and a unwilling assistant.

Lost? Lost.

Airey Flamsteed was probably that right now. Lost. He honestly didn't even recall the reason he had been wandering about the 7th floor corridor, but when a door had presented itself to him he assumed he was supposed to go inside.

Oh yes! Research! He needed to do some of that. About what again?

As he entered, the room shifted just a little due to the fact that his needs and the young Slytherin's were slightly different - even if the astronomer couldn't remember what it was he needed to begin with.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't know anyone else was in here," he greeted while hobbling over towards the nearest table using his cane for support. "Where...am I exactly?"

As much as Schuyler loved the room, she'd mostly forgotten it for the moment. Olly had a way of doing that. Taking away everything else but her. Them. And the only thing keeping her brain cognizant of the fact that they were in a huge flower field was the scent of the lilies.

She felt their bodies closer, but she hadn't registered whether it had been Olly who moved or she.

"I like your best right now," she smiled, casting her eyes down between them for a moment. But her head lifted a moment later. "Still not completely your room, though. Apart from me," she added, now wearing more of a grin. But the room wasn't going anywhere. Olly could figure out the non-human contents of her room in the future.

For the present, Schuyler was all too content.

She turned a little bit only so that she could scan the nearer flowers a little more closely. "You're welcome?" She wasn't sure what it was she was being thanked for, but she just smiled. Now she kneeled down, then ended up sitting down, knees to the side on account of the skirt. "You know, every time I need fresh flowers for my dorm, I can just come here." Actually, why hadn't she thought of that before? She plucked some daisies and started on a daisy chain.

The little Slytherin had been burried in a tome nearly the size of his torso. His eyes froze on the words, 'full moon' and he looked up irritatedly at the sound of someone approaching. A little old man with a cane, whom at first was mistaken by the boy for an early Botros. But as he approached, Cutty could see that it was not Botros at all. Besides, their Ancient Runes teacher had been looking better and better these days. It was someone else. Someone else entirely.

THWOOP!

The book snapped shut and Cutty got out of his seat at the wooden island desk. "GET...!" Out? No. No, he wouldn't speak that way to the old man, who he could plainly see was the competent Professor Flamsteed. Cutty's irritated expression shifted immediately. "...Closer to the fire, Professor Flamsteed. It must have been cold for you in the corridor at your age." He said moving over the help the oldened Astronomer. "And you're in my lab. I'm going to find a means of relieving the oldness."

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The little Slytherin had been burried in a tome nearly the size of his torso. His eyes froze on the words, 'full moon' and he looked up irritatedly at the sound of someone approaching. A little old man with a cane, whom at first was mistaken by the boy for an early Botros. But as he approached, Cutty could see that it was not Botros at all. Besides, their Ancient Runes teacher had been looking better and better these days. It was someone else. Someone else entirely.

THWOOP!

The book snapped shut and Cutty got out of his seat at the wooden island desk. "GET...!" Out? No. No, he wouldn't speak that way to the old man, who he could plainly see was the competent Professor Flamsteed. Cutty's irritated expression shifted immediately. "...Closer to the fire, Professor Flamsteed. It must have been cold for you in the corridor at your age." He said moving over the help the oldened Astronomer. "And you're in my lab. I'm going to find a means of relieving the oldness."

Oh, don't mind if we do. After cleaning out some of the earwax from his ear and flicking it unceremoniously somewhere across the room, the professor hobbled a bit closer to the boy's work station and then held out his hands like muggles tended to do over campfires...or trash cans with fires in them.

"Much better than a Bunsen burner I must say," he grinned. They were too concentrated to be a good and comfortable source of heat. Would do in a pinch though. But still. This. Better. Yes.

"Am I really? Wonder how I got here," he mused as he gave the place a look over. Quite a nice space he had here. It got the astronomer's stamp of approval. "Besides through the door that is." Small pause. OOOOOOOOH! "And not a moment too soon! Did you know I nearly had a heart attack this morning?"

True story.

Cutty considered the enlarging spell for the bunsen burner problem, but stopped himself realizing that a certain size it might have actually become unsafe to use as a source of heat. Professor Flamsteed had probably thought of that and Cutty was actually quite glad to have him there for the additional grey matter. Stop mistakes before they start. Competence. Yes. And, he seemed the enthusiastic sort that might volunteer if Cutty found he needed a human subject and worded it all just so. These were the thoughts going through the wee Mordaunt's mind as he pulled up a chair for Airey. "Take a seat, Professor?"


"No, Professor Flamsteed. Tell me all about it, wontchyer?" Cutty encouraged as he pulled out a small folded piece of parchment which held strands of his hair plucked from comb earlier on and crept ever closer to the cauldron which appeared to have a potion already in it.

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Cutty considered the enlarging spell for the bunsen burner problem, but stopped himself realizing that a certain size it might have actually become unsafe to use as a source of heat. Professor Flamsteed had probably thought of that and Cutty was actually quite glad to have him there for the additional grey matter. Stop mistakes before they start. Competence. Yes. And, he seemed the enthusiastic sort that might volunteer if Cutty found he needed a human subject and worded it all just so. These were the thoughts going through the wee Mordaunt's mind as he pulled up a chair for Airey. "Take a seat, Professor?"


"No, Professor Flamsteed. Tell me all about it, wontchyer?" Cutty encouraged as he pulled out a small folded piece of parchment which held strands of his hair plucked from comb earlier on and crept ever closer to the cauldron which appeared to have a potion already in it.

Airey looked at the chair and then back to the young Slytherin. "And where exactly would you like me to take it?" Hmmm?

Leaning on the table with one hand, the professor set his cane against the leg before letting out an overly dramatic old man sigh. "It really isn't all that fascinating to be honest. Hardly worth telling. It was simply a matter of my ferret chewing a hole through one of my favorite red ties. At least it was stolen from me though. Did you know that I was stolen from several terms ago? I put another notice up on the student notice board beginning of the term. I think. I hope. I intended to put another notice up anyway. Just vanished from my office one day and neckties simply don't grow legs and start walking away."

Wait...what was he talking about again?

Oh, what was that he was brewing? "Is that your cure?"

Cutty looked up again at his Professor when he asked what Cutty thought was a funny question. "Wot?!" He said, his brows furrowing in his confusion. "Oh! No. Sit down in it." He wasn't sure if Flamsteed was confused or if he was joshing as he did in class.

"No, I didn't know that, Sir. Was your red tie the only thing that was taken?" And why with a hole chewed in the middle of it would anyone take it, anyway? Maybe the person that took it had already graduated. Ha! Cutty wouldn't have let them graduate. Not until they learned proper thievery and what to take and what not to take. Idiots. Complete dolts. Still, they had gotten away, hadn't they?

"Yes. Well, not a cure, really. I'd like to do more research on the first cases and how it started before I get in to that. But it's something I think could help relieve the psychical aches. You know, for Quidditch matches." Cutty leaned in closer to the potion and took it off the flame as the tome had instructed, then took over various instruments of storage. "It's Polyjuice Potion. My idea is that you can use it to transform into your younger self if you have a bit of hair or nail clippings from the time that you were younger." He explained pouring a bit of the potion into a cup and dropping some of his own hair into it.


Waitaminute..."I'm sorry. Did you say you had a ferret?"

She liked her best. That was good. She hadn't disappointed Schuyler then. That had been one of her fears thoughts while waiting outside for her girlfriend to arrive. That she'd think it wasn't good enough.

"Well, I like seeing you happy so..." Olly said quietly with a small grin, looking back up at Schuyler's face. Hence the room. Or else she could have just put Schuyler in an ordinary broom closet. Made sense yeah? Though the smell of the lilies was making her head hurt slightly. It was a bit......too much. Though she was trying to ignore that fact for now.

It was obvious that Schuyler had no idea what Olly had just thanked her for and the Hufflepuff wasn't about to clarify.

It sounded silly even in her head. So no saying it out loud. Yes, mooooving on.

Schuyler was on the floor now, amidst the flowers. Olly tried not to frown too much when the Gryffindor plucked a few of the daisies. "Or you could just grow them there." IN POTS!!!!! It was only then that she joined her girlfriend on the floor, slowly, very slowly sitting down across from her.

Well, Olly had gotten her wish then. Because Schuyler was very happy right now. And all she really needed in order to be that way was Olly. Just her.

Though don't get her wrong, the flower fields WERE totally an added bonus.

The other girl hadn't elucidated about the thank you, and it passed without much thought on Schuyler's part. She made a slit in the bottom part of one of the daisy stems with her thumbnail, then passed a separate flower stem through the hole she'd just made. She didn't need to look up to know that Olly was frowning. It was in her voice as much as it was present on her face. Schuyler's mouth curved upwards very subtly. "West shares your preference for potted plants." The first time they'd met, he'd said as much. And as much as Schuyler loved flowers, she preferred bouquets over potted plants. There was a beauty about bouquets that couldn't be duplicated by something in a ceramic pot.

It simply came at the price of imminent withering.

Deft hands made quick work of the daisy chain and now it was a flower crown. She smiled as she finally looked to her girlfriend, who was now seated across from her. "C'mere. I'll crown you."

SPOILER!!: & because I have a trend of communicating OOC here, HAI IZZY <333 WE LOVE CUTTY

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Cutty looked up again at his Professor when he asked what Cutty thought was a funny question. "Wot?!" He said, his brows furrowing in his confusion. "Oh! No. Sit down in it." He wasn't sure if Flamsteed was confused or if he was joshing as he did in class.

"No, I didn't know that, Sir. Was your red tie the only thing that was taken?" And why with a hole chewed in the middle of it would anyone take it, anyway? Maybe the person that took it had already graduated. Ha! Cutty wouldn't have let them graduate. Not until they learned proper thievery and what to take and what not to take. Idiots. Complete dolts. Still, they had gotten away, hadn't they?

"Yes. Well, not a cure, really. I'd like to do more research on the first cases and how it started before I get in to that. But it's something I think could help relieve the psychical aches. You know, for Quidditch matches." Cutty leaned in closer to the potion and took it off the flame as the tome had instructed, then took over various instruments of storage. "It's Polyjuice Potion. My idea is that you can use it to transform into your younger self if you have a bit of hair or nail clippings from the time that you were younger." He explained pouring a bit of the potion into a cup and dropping some of his own hair into it.


Waitaminute..."I'm sorry. Did you say you had a ferret?"

Oh, so he was supposed to sit. Very well then. One needed to be specific with him, especially now. Easily confused you see. Grinning as he took a seat, being careful not to sit in a certain way that would encourage the flow of gas.

"Blue tie. Carolina blue tie was stolen from me," he corrected. "Not a clue what happened to it. I was teaching a lesson and when I came back to my office it was gone." Poor Silky. Who knew where she was now. It had been years. What kind of a person would TAKE a man's tie like that? "Very odd considering all the protective enchantments I have on my office." Certainly nothing a student was capable of. "But yes, only my tie. Very.....odd."

Ooooooooh, well this certainly was interesting. Although WHY couldn't the Slytherin have come up with this idea before Gryffindor's final match. Could have given the team that extra edge to pull out a win, you know? Being in better physical shape than the opponent. "POLYJUICE POTION?!" he exclaimed while nearly falling off his seat. How long had the boy been in here working on this? Did the Potion's Master know about this? And was he about to experiment with it now? Was that why he wanted the professor here with him? In case he accidentally poisoned himself?

Eh, he could probably handle that. As long as the Slytherin didn't start crying.

"I did," he nodded. "Just bought him over the past summer."

Cutty stood there with the glass cup in his hand as it's contents bubbled slightly and turned a smooth, foul-smelling black. He looked blankly at the Astronomy Professor. The only variation in expression happened when his lower eyelid scrunched slightly in either irritation or perhaps, thought. It was probably a bit of both. It was a red tie! He had said a red...Oh, hell his memory was going.

"Professor Flamsteed, do you still have the ferret?" Cutty was willing to bet on 'No', or maybe a 'Yes', but probably the physical evidence would point to 'No'. "Think about tha' for a minute, whilst I test out my idea." And bottoms up, Cutty downed the potion. At first, it felt like nothing. Perhaps maybe a warming sensation as it went down the hatch and settled in his stomach, but once there the horrible feeling started to take hold. It was as if he were enduring the worst ever bout with diarrhea he'd ever had. The turning, twisting, rumbling sensation was followed by Cutty sitting on the floor bent over his knees as he felt like he'd been lit on fire from within. The last thing he felt was the rippling of his skin as it pulled back in a taught manner over his inner tissues. It was horrific and scary and no wonder it wasn't a practical solution to the problems they faced as Hogwartians. Not to mention it was at least a day of brewing. It would not have even been possible for him to have obtained it with his still amateur skill level were it not for this room having appeared.

Cutty remained seated on the floor for a moment longer letting his hummingbird-like palpitations calm.

He did? Olly had not been aware of that but wasn't necessarily surprised either. They did see eye to eye on a lot of topics so this was just another one to add to the list. Nonetheless it made her grin slightly, her eyes following Schuyler's hand movements absently. "See, that's what I like about him." Not really the main reason but another one for sure.

But since they were on topic. "Why do you not like potted plants?" Yes, you couldn't mix and match and put them together with other flowers but still. You could look at and appreciate them without killing them. THAT was certainly something to consider, yeah?

CROWN HER? Olly smirked and leaned forward slightly, bowing her head. "I am Queen of the Lions." They'd established that last year. Which actually made a lot more sense now that she was in fact dating a Gryffindor.

Though she STILL wasn't too thrilled to have a FLOWER CROWN on her head. But shhh.

She liked the fact that West was a fan of potted plants? That got an amused smile to cross her features.

Schuyler didn't look up from her work when the question was asked. "I do like them." She had never said that she didn't. The one that Olly had given her for Valentine's Day was her favorite. She'd also grown some with the Christmas gifts Potted-Plant-West had given her last year.

As Olly bowed her head, Schuyler grinned a little bit and shifted forward some. She placed the flower crown atop her head, then returned her hands to her lap. "Queen of the Lions, yes.." Her smile, or maybe her eyes, held a degree of reminiscence to them now. She shifted again, this time to lean back on her palms. "I think that's the day I started to realize I didn't just like you as a friend." Things seemed so obvious when you viewed them in hindsight.

Okay, maybe she should have phrased that a little differently. It would be quite unfortunate if Schuyler didn't like potted plants at all. "But you prefer them unpotted." She smirked at her, shaking her head slightly. Of course, Schuyler preferred them cut off or at least plucked. Not just pulled out of the pot. That would be quite messy.

Great. Now there actually WAS a flower crown on her head. She'd been crowned.

Suppressing a sigh when she leaned back again, Olly tried to catch a glimpse of the flowers on her head. These attempts were interrupted however by what Schuyler said next. THAT brough Olly's eyes back to the other girl's face, giving her surprised look. "Yeah?!" That was BEFORE the Halloween party. "That you didn't just like me as a friend how?" Like, to what extent? That she was attracted to her? Physically? Emotionally?

SPOILER!!: if you two are Thing 1 and Thing 2...does that make me the Cat in the Hat and Lisa Fish?

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Cutty stood there with the glass cup in his hand as it's contents bubbled slightly and turned a smooth, foul-smelling black. He looked blankly at the Astronomy Professor. The only variation in expression happened when his lower eyelid scrunched slightly in either irritation or perhaps, thought. It was probably a bit of both. It was a red tie! He had said a red...Oh, hell his memory was going.

"Professor Flamsteed, do you still have the ferret?" Cutty was willing to bet on 'No', or maybe a 'Yes', but probably the physical evidence would point to 'No'. "Think about tha' for a minute, whilst I test out my idea." And bottoms up, Cutty downed the potion. At first, it felt like nothing. Perhaps maybe a warming sensation as it went down the hatch and settled in his stomach, but once there the horrible feeling started to take hold. It was as if he were enduring the worst ever bout with diarrhea he'd ever had. The turning, twisting, rumbling sensation was followed by Cutty sitting on the floor bent over his knees as he felt like he'd been lit on fire from within. The last thing he felt was the rippling of his skin as it pulled back in a taught manner over his inner tissues. It was horrific and scary and no wonder it wasn't a practical solution to the problems they faced as Hogwartians. Not to mention it was at least a day of brewing. It would not have even been possible for him to have obtained it with his still amateur skill level were it not for this room having appeared.

Cutty remained seated on the floor for a moment longer letting his hummingbird-like palpitations calm.

Completely missing whatever look it was that the future Potioneer was making - stink eye? Had the astronomer passed gas and he hadn't realized it again - he relaxed into his seat a bit more and folded his hands on top of the table. "Are you implying that I LOST my ferret?" he asked while squinting at the boy. "I have only ever lost a pet once, and it was not my fault. I had left Pebbles in the Headmistress' care when the dementors had attacked and the woman had ABANDONED her. She came back to me eventually, however."

Bottom line? No. He had not lost his ferret. Hershel was still in his office in his phone booth shaped cage.

Oh Merlin. Okay. Here it was. The moment of truth. Or something. STARE.

Sitting quite literally on the edge of his seat, the astronomer watched as the by swallowed the goo and tried not to get distracted by memories of his own school days. While he had never been good enough in Potions to even dream of brewing something like this on his own, he had assembled a few customized dung bombs. That was close, right?

"Alright there, Mr. Mordaunt?" he asked. He didn't see any foaming at the mouth to indicate poisoning, so that was a start at least. "If you need to throw up I would prefer you not do so in my direction."

TOOOOOOT!

"When they're being given to me, yes. Really, I don't think I could live somewhere without having fresh flowers inside." She only realized this now, while they were on the subject and all. Otherwise she liked flowers in the ground. Where they should be, yes? Like the ones in this room, for instance. Not counting the fact that this was a magical room and all..

The crown didn't look half bad on Olly, by the way. Schuyler liked it on her. "Very fitting," she grinned, eyes on the so-called lion queen. For herself, she plucked another daisy without a second thought and slipped it beside her ear.

That fact got her girlfriend's attention, and Schuyler's smile broadened before she responded with a nod. She moved to lie down on her back, her hands going behind her head as she thought about the question, thought back to that day. The ceiling was like that of the Great Hall on a clear day, blue skies, but her mind's eye was seeing the two of them in that oversized sweater by the lake again. "Until that day," she started, "you'd only shown me glimpses, you know? It was the first time you really opened up to me." She blinked, her eyes a mirror of the sky that she was peering up at. There was some irony in how she was now getting caught up in thoughts in much the same way that she had once done on the very day they were discussing right now. The day that she described the room they were inside. "I admired it all.. The tough parts that you play up most times. How you could make me laugh. I liked the way you softened when you told me about your sister, and how you told me about your family when I asked, even though it hurt." Was she rambling here? She'd essentially switched into stream of consciousness without noticing. And apparently Schuyler wasn't quite stopping either.

"And I distinctly remember," the smile returned to her lips, "thinking about kissing you." Down to the exact, or near-exact, phrase that had triggered the thought.

Cutty sat there catching his breath, his gaze still focused downward until he caught sight of the back of his hand spotless and wrinkle-free. He leaned forward onto all fours and pushed back onto his knees, then shoved up one of his sleeves to have a look at his also wrinkle-less arm. A discrete and relieved smile appeared on his lips as his breathing normalized. "Oh, yeh. I'm alright, Professor Flamsteed. Perfectly alright." He got to his feet again and moved over to a mirror. The good news was that it had worked. The bad news was that he couldn't brew it on his own and so only had a limited supply and also the effects were time sensitive. He could work with that, however. "Professor, you have to try this!"

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Cutty sat there catching his breath, his gaze still focused downward until he caught sight of the back of his hand spotless and wrinkle-free. He leaned forward onto all fours and pushed back onto his knees, then shoved up one of his sleeves to have a look at his also wrinkle-less arm. A discrete and relieved smile appeared on his lips as his breathing normalized. "Oh, yeh. I'm alright, Professor Flamsteed. Perfectly alright." He got to his feet again and moved over to a mirror. The good news was that it had worked. The bad news was that he couldn't brew it on his own and so only had a limited supply and also the effects were time sensitive. He could work with that, however. "Professor, you have to try this!"

Sitting there, Airey began to drum on his thighs while getting lost in thought about various things that had zero application to the present circumstances. Like buying Pebbles a pink bow to wear at the feast. Or getting Miss Fischer some more information packets about possible careers in astronomy. Or how to get front row tickets to the next Puddlemere United match. Maybe he could ask Carter Phillips about going out for a drink afterwards.

Try this? Drink?

Oh! Had he made him something to drink? The astronomer was rather thirsty now that he thought about things.

"Oh, don't mind if I do!" he exclaimed as he unceremoniously grabbed a ladle full of whatever this brew was - he had already forgotten, you see - and quickly drank it.

And then gagged and made faces like he was about to keel over and die from disgust.