Adelaide bit her lip to suppress a giggle at Flamsteed's actions. Gosh was she going to miss these little meetings next year. They did actually help keep her sane.

Adelaide took a deep breath before starting. "I can't remember if I told you my dad's a pretty big person in politics in London, but he is. Was the reason I was homeschooled for so long. Anyways, all summer I was getting dragged around to events. Dad thought it was a brilliant idea to keep me going longer, even though I was missing school." Her voice took an angered tone as she went through that last sentence. "Mum didn't say anything as usual. I just. I got fed up with being a show pony. So at the last event I went to I sat near the back and changed his tie color while he was speaking. Of course he knew it was me."

Her tone got a little softer now. "After he yelled at me and I yelled back. And -" her voice caught a bit and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. "He kicked me out and cut me off. The worst part was mum didn't say anything. Just handed me some cash on the way out." The tears were definitely in Adelaide's eyes, but she was fighting them back. She didn't need to cry right now. Not in front of Flamsteed.

"Yes, a career in Potions would suit me well, I think." Cutty nodded with a smile. Glad that someone who knew their stuff was talking to him about his academic goals. "Maybe something in experimental research or healing."

At last, Cutty was starting to feel more at ease, a condition which was only amplified by the Professors duplicitous sounding tone. Perhaps, it comforted the lad with jiggers full of familiarity. Cutty Mordaunt was now wearing his serenist of grins and thinking carefully about just what TAPF was saying to him. If he was offering up reward, this favour was of value to him. And, if it was of value to him, it probably meant that he would've done it himself...if he could. He couldn't, then, could he?

"So, talk you up to the other Professors?" What had Airey Flamsteed done that his colleagues had formed misbegotten thoughts on him. "I could do that." And he would. "What are the risks?"

At first, she thought it might have been a joke, you know, after she'd repeated it a couple times in her head for the words to start making sense but then she had to think about it logically. What reason would the Professor have for making a joke like that when there were other things that could have more easily sollicited a laugh? Besides, Toby was actually going along with it and he had to be one of the most honest people ever by default so it had to be legit.

Lex placed her hot chocolate on the coffee table and began her marshmallow adding ritual again. Really, there was no need for such a long pause, she wouldn't have refused, but the Gryffindor was rolling the idea around in her head.

Writing for the yearbook, like with interviewing privileges and saying whatever you want about classes?

"Yeah! Sure! Definitely!" GRIN. She was completely onboard with this thing and...and why was Professor Airey bobbing his head like that....? Had she missed something? Was she losing it again? Lex flashed Toby a questioning look like earlier because he had the answer, clearly.

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Adelaide bit her lip to suppress a giggle at Flamsteed's actions. Gosh was she going to miss these little meetings next year. They did actually help keep her sane.

Adelaide took a deep breath before starting. "I can't remember if I told you my dad's a pretty big person in politics in London, but he is. Was the reason I was homeschooled for so long. Anyways, all summer I was getting dragged around to events. Dad thought it was a brilliant idea to keep me going longer, even though I was missing school." Her voice took an angered tone as she went through that last sentence. "Mum didn't say anything as usual. I just. I got fed up with being a show pony. So at the last event I went to I sat near the back and changed his tie color while he was speaking. Of course he knew it was me."

Her tone got a little softer now. "After he yelled at me and I yelled back. And -" her voice caught a bit and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. "He kicked me out and cut me off. The worst part was mum didn't say anything. Just handed me some cash on the way out." The tears were definitely in Adelaide's eyes, but she was fighting them back. She didn't need to cry right now. Not in front of Flamsteed.

The astronomer suddenly tensed up, mouth half way closed around brownie number two and teeth starting to sink in, when Miss Adams began to speak and his initial reaction was to throw his arms up in the air and exclaim SWEET SOLSTICE WHY ME?! But that would have been completely unprofessional and incredibly selfish. Although he did sometimes wish that he had grown up having learned more empathy growing up. Too much of a picturesque upbringing at home that, well, limited his understanding of these sorts of topics.

Biting off half the brownie and chewing slooooooooooooowly, both his blue eyes remained on the seventh year completely unblinking as he felt pressure mounting on his shoulders. The first words he said in response to this would be very crucial...especially since he could see the tears forming in her eyes. "Well, you are here now," he replied cautiously with a genuine smile. "And I know staff and students, myself included, are glad to see you back in the castle."

But there was something else about her story that alarmed him...namely that she had used magic in front of what he could only imagine was a large room filled with muggles. "Not to add insult to injury, Miss Adams, but you are lucky that the Ministry didn't get involved in this matter." Or had they and she had just left that part out of the conversation? "What if they had spotted you?"

Aaaaaaaand then he regretted saying ANYTHING when she finished. Oh hoooooooooooooooooooooooooly comets.

"I................I'm terribly sorry, Miss Adams," he said, brownie being placed down unceremoniously on his desk and tea essentially forgotten. He could mention that Hogwarts was her home, but that was only true until she graduated - fact. After which she would have to move on with her life elsewhere and, well, he wasn't sure if that thought was in her mind just yet...but best not to take the risk. "I don't know what I can do in my capacity as your professor, but if there is anything you need just ask. Would you........like me to write him? Your father."

And he probably should discuss this with Cece seeing as she was Miss Adams' Head of House.

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"Yes, a career in Potions would suit me well, I think." Cutty nodded with a smile. Glad that someone who knew their stuff was talking to him about his academic goals. "Maybe something in experimental research or healing."

At last, Cutty was starting to feel more at ease, a condition which was only amplified by the Professors duplicitous sounding tone. Perhaps, it comforted the lad with jiggers full of familiarity. Cutty Mordaunt was now wearing his serenist of grins and thinking carefully about just what TAPF was saying to him. If he was offering up reward, this favour was of value to him. And, if it was of value to him, it probably meant that he would've done it himself...if he could. He couldn't, then, could he?

"So, talk you up to the other Professors?" What had Airey Flamsteed done that his colleagues had formed misbegotten thoughts on him. "I could do that." And he would. "What are the risks?"

Airey pursed his lips and thought for another moment before speaking. "Perhaps Experimental Magic & Research then," he nodded. "It was one of my two degrees from Wizarding University. Quite a flexible degree it terms of its practical uses for other degrees and future careers. Could specialize in Potions with that degree as well and form a baseline for Healing Studies." Or something else entirely if his studies started steering him in another direction.

And he was amused that he was having this sort of conversation with the third year. Mature beyond his years and driven. Airey could respect and appreciate that.

Talk? Oh no no no noooooooooo. Chuckling and leaning back a little in his seat, he shook his head. "No need for words, Mr. Mordaunt, actions. I want you to put your precision of shaving pygmy puffs to good use. You may be aware of the playpen area on the grounds, yes? Where Professor Thompson keeps all sorts of creatures." Was he connecting the dots yet? Surely a smart boy like him was already piecing things together. "I want you do shave all the pygmy puffs in the playpen and bring their fur back to me. In a bag preferably."

Okay. Maybe Flamsteed wasn't the perfect person to spill all this too. Adelaide could tell he was uncomfortable the second she looked up at him. Oops. At least he was still eating the brownies. That was a good side. She'd be really nervous if he stopped eating them. Might worry a bit about his health.

Addi gave him a soft smile, biting back the tears. She had a feeling crying might be mega-uncomfortable, even more so than he already was. "It's really good to be back." She whispered. Too much talking might unleash the tears.

Oh right that. Oops. Addi bit her lip, tears seeming to fade a bit. Mainly just cuz she'd stopped talking about things. Not talking assured no crying. This subject seemed safe enough though. "I know. I didn't even think about it at the time. I was too angry. But I did have enough sense to stand off in a dark corner. It was still really stupid and unlike me though." Yeah it would have been awful had she gotten caught. But she hadn't and it was in the past now.

Adelaide gave Flamsteed a soft smile. It was obvious the man was trying his hardest at something that made him completely uncomfortable. "I figured as much. I was really just trying to get it off my chest." Telling her friends helped but it did feel better letting an adult know. Well, Flamsteed. "And no. It won't help the slightest bit." And she was pretty sure of that.

Now that Toby was pretty much done with grooming Hershel, he was just having the time of his life petting the creature with one hand, and then raised his mug of hot chocolate in response to Airey's own tea-cup-raising before taking a sip. Finding that it was still just a smidge too hot, Toby set it down again for a moment.

There was a long silence in which Alexa didn't... say anything. Not wanting to put her under too much pressure, Tobias simply watched Airey do his weird dancing-esque thing, and gave Hershel a whole bunch attention because cutie.

When the Gryffindor prefect finally spoke, Toby looked up at her, beaming. "Sweet! Welcome, friend," he replied enthusiastically, and turned back to Airey who was still... bopping.

"Lex wants in!" the Hufflepuff relayed the information to Airey, in case he'd missed it. The Astronomer's bopping was kind of contagious, too, and Toby found himself tapping his foot restlessly.

It was starting to take some actual effort on the boy's part now to stop his excitement from showing. It was just that, the more Professor Flamsteed spoke the more interested the young Slytherin boy became.









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Oh, sweet Merlin! Professor Flamsteed had two degrees! "I think I like the sound of that." He simply said, conveniently leaving out the visions of just popping up in different fields here and there and confusing his enemies.

Then the accomplished Professor Flamsteed was chuckling. Had he said something funny? Or perhaps amusing to adults? Then he was talking about actions over words and Cutty was convinced that there wasn't anything anyone could do to dissuade him from taking on this task. It was going to take a lot of bogey's though. Oh, a lot. He'd head to the library after this and see if there was a potion to whip up this exact sort of thing. In the meantime, "Got a bag with an undetectable extension charm on it handy?" Cause that was really all he needed.

SPOILER!!: TOBY & ALEXA *WHAA*

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At first, she thought it might have been a joke, you know, after she'd repeated it a couple times in her head for the words to start making sense but then she had to think about it logically. What reason would the Professor have for making a joke like that when there were other things that could have more easily sollicited a laugh? Besides, Toby was actually going along with it and he had to be one of the most honest people ever by default so it had to be legit.

Lex placed her hot chocolate on the coffee table and began her marshmallow adding ritual again. Really, there was no need for such a long pause, she wouldn't have refused, but the Gryffindor was rolling the idea around in her head.

Writing for the yearbook, like with interviewing privileges and saying whatever you want about classes?

"Yeah! Sure! Definitely!" GRIN. She was completely onboard with this thing and...and why was Professor Airey bobbing his head like that....? Had she missed something? Was she losing it again? Lex flashed Toby a questioning look like earlier because he had the answer, clearly.

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SPOILER!!: YB peeps and whatnot

Now that Toby was pretty much done with grooming Hershel, he was just having the time of his life petting the creature with one hand, and then raised his mug of hot chocolate in response to Airey's own tea-cup-raising before taking a sip. Finding that it was still just a smidge too hot, Toby set it down again for a moment.

There was a long silence in which Alexa didn't... say anything. Not wanting to put her under too much pressure, Tobias simply watched Airey do his weird dancing-esque thing, and gave Hershel a whole bunch attention because cutie.

When the Gryffindor prefect finally spoke, Toby looked up at her, beaming. "Sweet! Welcome, friend," he replied enthusiastically, and turned back to Airey who was still... bopping.

"Lex wants in!" the Hufflepuff relayed the information to Airey, in case he'd missed it. The Astronomer's bopping was kind of contagious, too, and Toby found himself tapping his foot restlessly.

He was at his favorite part in the song - the bit where there is the long YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAH! - so he still wasn't fully paying attention to the conversation going on right in front of him when he suddenly stood up, right fist in the air and still head banging, and belted out a good long YEEEAAAEEEAAAH right there in his office.

Which, thankfully, with the timing of the conversation and Miss Cambridge accepting the position meant he could pass it off as a celebratory noise.

Ahem.

Clearing his throat, and deciding not to finish the rest of the song in his mind, he settled back down into his seat and grinned. "Stellar! I'll send you an owl with more details later, but any question you have you are free to direct to Mr. Tempus. He knows the drill." And then he folded hands together and placed them on his knee. "That was the reason I asked you both here, so unless you have any pressing matters to discuss you are free to go...or stay and perhaps partake in a little muggle game involving marshmallows."

SPOILER!!: *holds Adelaide forever and ever*

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Okay. Maybe Flamsteed wasn't the perfect person to spill all this too. Adelaide could tell he was uncomfortable the second she looked up at him. Oops. At least he was still eating the brownies. That was a good side. She'd be really nervous if he stopped eating them. Might worry a bit about his health.

Addi gave him a soft smile, biting back the tears. She had a feeling crying might be mega-uncomfortable, even more so than he already was. "It's really good to be back." She whispered. Too much talking might unleash the tears.

Oh right that. Oops. Addi bit her lip, tears seeming to fade a bit. Mainly just cuz she'd stopped talking about things. Not talking assured no crying. This subject seemed safe enough though. "I know. I didn't even think about it at the time. I was too angry. But I did have enough sense to stand off in a dark corner. It was still really stupid and unlike me though." Yeah it would have been awful had she gotten caught. But she hadn't and it was in the past now.

Adelaide gave Flamsteed a soft smile. It was obvious the man was trying his hardest at something that made him completely uncomfortable. "I figured as much. I was really just trying to get it off my chest." Telling her friends helped but it did feel better letting an adult know. Well, Flamsteed. "And no. It won't help the slightest bit." And she was pretty sure of that.

OH SWEET SOLSTICE TEARS WERE COMING OH NO OH.....oh wait they had kind of stopped. Thank Merlin for that.

"It is human nature to act on impulse when angry," he nodded. Even if those actions were highly illogical the majority of the time. "So it is understandable that you acted without properly thinking things through. That being said, Miss Adams, my concern as your professor and mentor is your safety and you compromised that safety. While I sincerely hope that such a situation never arises again in any form," meaning father or no father. Just in the presence of muggles period, "that you take a page from the Jedi Code and not let your emotions control your actions." Hard thing to do, unless one had trained their brain to do so and an even more daunting task when one threw in the fact that the young woman was a teenager.

Tell him not to do something as a teen and he would do it anyway and ten times worse than first imagined. KABOOM!

Ah, a smile. Those he liked, yes. They were the opposite of tears really. Unless there were happy tears and then those paired with a smile...and made him equally uncomfortable.

He had still forgotten about the brownies, by the way. Serious and awkward conversation would do that.

"I'm saddened to hear that," he sighed softly. "If I may ask such a personal question, Miss Adams, what are you planning to do now that your, er, housing situation has been compromised?"

SPOILER!!: partner in crime *LE SHIFTY*

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It was starting to take some actual effort on the boy's part now to stop his excitement from showing. It was just that, the more Professor Flamsteed spoke the more interested the young Slytherin boy became.









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Oh, sweet Merlin! Professor Flamsteed had two degrees! "I think I like the sound of that." He simply said, conveniently leaving out the visions of just popping up in different fields here and there and confusing his enemies.

Then the accomplished Professor Flamsteed was chuckling. Had he said something funny? Or perhaps amusing to adults? Then he was talking about actions over words and Cutty was convinced that there wasn't anything anyone could do to dissuade him from taking on this task. It was going to take a lot of bogey's though. Oh, a lot. He'd head to the library after this and see if there was a potion to whip up this exact sort of thing. In the meantime, "Got a bag with an undetectable extension charm on it handy?" Cause that was really all he needed.

The paths ahead to the boy's future being paved right before his eyes, always a pleasure to see happen, he grinned some more as conversation turned back towards his little side mission for the slippery Slytherin. "A bag? Not on my person at present, but certainly can be done," he nodded eagerly as he began opening up the drawers in his desk looking for some sort of bag or container in general to charm or transfigure.

"Ah, this should work nicely," he mused as he pulled out a loose black folder and set it on his desk. With a wave of his wand, he transfigured the card stock folder into a humble black draw string bag. "How is your Charms work, Mr. Mordaunt? Ever ventured casting Undetectable Extension Charm before?" Might as well let the boy give it a go if he wanted. Turn this into a learning experience instead of simply making the boy his personal minion. No, not minion. That was far too degrading a term to use on students, especially one with the intellect Mr. Mordaunt often displayed. Partner in crime...yes. That was much more suitable.

Adelaide just sat and listened to Flamsteed, biting on her lip. She knew she had been stupid in that. Honestly she was shocked she hadn't thought about the statute before coming here. Probably just because her friends were more worried about the housing than anything.

She cracked a slight smile at the mention of the 'Jedi code'. Of course her inner-nerdy self was happy at that little mention. "I'll try my hardest, professor. I promise." Try was all she could do at the moment though. Because teenage emotions sucked.

Addi stared at the plate of brownies. She had already lost her appetite. Didn't even really want the tea anymore. That was okay though. Flamsteed could always eat them later.

She sighed. "I'm going home with my friend Derry for the holidays...and her and a couple others have said they'll talk to their parents and see if I can stay with them until I get more on my feet." Adelaide smiled. She really had picked a great group of friends. "I'm also going to apply to some unis and go do some open quidditch tryouts." Fingers crossed on the quidditch thing. But at least she had some things in mind. Better than having nothing at the moment.

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Adelaide just sat and listened to Flamsteed, biting on her lip. She knew she had been stupid in that. Honestly she was shocked she hadn't thought about the statute before coming here. Probably just because her friends were more worried about the housing than anything.

She cracked a slight smile at the mention of the 'Jedi code'. Of course her inner-nerdy self was happy at that little mention. "I'll try my hardest, professor. I promise." Try was all she could do at the moment though. Because teenage emotions sucked.

Addi stared at the plate of brownies. She had already lost her appetite. Didn't even really want the tea anymore. That was okay though. Flamsteed could always eat them later.

She sighed. "I'm going home with my friend Derry for the holidays...and her and a couple others have said they'll talk to their parents and see if I can stay with them until I get more on my feet." Adelaide smiled. She really had picked a great group of friends. "I'm also going to apply to some unis and go do some open quidditch tryouts." Fingers crossed on the quidditch thing. But at least she had some things in mind. Better than having nothing at the moment.

This was still a surreal experience, being an authority and some-what voice of reason for young minds. Although he was sure many would argue the voice of reason notion because he was hardly a reasonable individual when it came to actions and quirks. His mind was entirely reasonable. Perhaps too much so... But he was getting distracted with self analysis in attempt to not focus on the tears that were still trying to force their way out of Miss Adams' eyes.

But then there was a SMILE and he felt better about the situation and was able to refocus entirely and even returned the smile. He was very VERY relieved that the Slytherin had not gotten in trouble with the law. Could have really ruined her future having something like that on her record. "Stellar. And if you need some way to help channel that frustration I am sure we can think of something. Professor Romanos is quite knowledgeable with various forms of yoga that could be beneficial. Just as an example." He, one the other hand, painted his mecha models and ironed his ties when he was frustrated and in a rage.

Ironing was very soothing, in case anyone was not aware. Very soothing. Except when one ironed one's lips.

"That is very kind of Miss Ferrier and her family," he nodded, not sure if he should smile or not at all this. He had no connections in terms of housing for the young snakette and he certainly couldn't offer his place of residence - for A LOT of reasons - so he was relieved that her friends were there to help and support her. Talking about the future seemed like a good idea and natural course of the conversation - not to mention a happy tpoic to refocus on."Well, if you need a recommendation for those university applications just let me know. It would be an honor to write one for you." And rather easy as well since he only had good things to say about her.

He caught her glance towards the brownies and suddenly remembered he was taste testing them and ever so sloooooooowly reached out to pluck another from the plate. A new flavor this time.

"What do you think you want to focus on in university? Astronomy?" Cue eager wiggly brows. Wishful thinking perhaps, but worth asking and plugging.

Adelaide was glad Flamsteed hadn't freaked out too much. He probably wasn't the best person to talk to this stuff about. But he was the first person that came to her mind just because of how close she felt to him. And ya know, her favorite professor ranked a lot higher than everyone else.

Good. Flamsteed was smiling too. Good sign. Addi beamed at the mention of Romanos. Her and Flamsteed were cute together and no one could tell her otherwise. She was very happy for the two of them. "I've actually been thinking about picking up yoga more. Especially with no quidditch this term." Now that would get rid of her frustration. Nothing was more stress-relieving than hitting a bludger as hard as she could.

Addi nodded. "I know it is. I owe them for this." Mainly because she knew they didn't have too much in space to offer. Maybe she could help out with the animals and stuff while she was there. She beamed. "Thank you. Recommendations probably really come in handy." Especially if scholarships were in question and such.

Adelaide was glad that he grabbed another brownie. She still really didn't want one at the moment. Maybe she'd sip at the tea still.

She giggled. "I was leaning more towards charms." She loved his lessons, but they were by far not her best class. She probably only focused as much as she did because Flamsteed was so much fun.

"Who is Hershel?" Arista asked. Seeing the questioning brow she gave him an innocent looking smile whatever she did, she promised she didn't do it!! That was the story so she was sticking with it. Anyways change subject now...

"Oh okay. Good it doesn't go with any of your furniture."Because the colors had to be complementary, that is what her Aunt said anyway."A failed prank by who? Was it a student? Students these days, I hope you gave them detention for such a terrible prank." She giggled as she stepped into the office. "I hate Glitter....Did you know you can choke on glitter particles in the air and die!" She didn't even know if that was true her mum always told her that to keep her out of the art supplies.

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Adelaide was glad Flamsteed hadn't freaked out too much. He probably wasn't the best person to talk to this stuff about. But he was the first person that came to her mind just because of how close she felt to him. And ya know, her favorite professor ranked a lot higher than everyone else.

Good. Flamsteed was smiling too. Good sign. Addi beamed at the mention of Romanos. Her and Flamsteed were cute together and no one could tell her otherwise. She was very happy for the two of them. "I've actually been thinking about picking up yoga more. Especially with no quidditch this term." Now that would get rid of her frustration. Nothing was more stress-relieving than hitting a bludger as hard as she could.

Addi nodded. "I know it is. I owe them for this." Mainly because she knew they didn't have too much in space to offer. Maybe she could help out with the animals and stuff while she was there. She beamed. "Thank you. Recommendations probably really come in handy." Especially if scholarships were in question and such.

Adelaide was glad that he grabbed another brownie. She still really didn't want one at the moment. Maybe she'd sip at the tea still.

She giggled. "I was leaning more towards charms." She loved his lessons, but they were by far not her best class. She probably only focused as much as she did because Flamsteed was so much fun.

Ah yes, quidditch. A very sensitive subject as he had come to learn because of the use of a quaffle in his lesson. Not intentional, of course, because he had not counted on so many students having such a strong emotional attachment to an inanimate object - not that he was one to talk, heh - but consider that lesson learned. Ish.

"Any sort of physical activity I am sure would help with stress," he concurred. Although he would always support the notion of seeking out Medea for yoga lessons. "Have you considered speaking to the Groundskeeper about using one of those punching bags I am sure he has tucked away somewhere? Might even let you whack it with your bat if you bring him a basket of eggs." Okay, so maybe the eggs were not necessary, but the astronomer was sure that the big bloke ate them raw, shell and all, as a snack.

He smiled at Miss Adams fondly, with perhaps a slight tinge of jealousy for having such a tight–knit group of friends like that at her age. Merlin, he was even struggling now to keep more than one friend around. Taking a large bite out of his brownie and chewing, he nodded his head and covered his mouth with his free hand so she wouldn't see a mouth full half chewed brownie. "Of course of course. You have expressed an interest in Charms previously. You'll obviously want to speak to Professor Fuller about those specifics." His degree in Experimental Magic and Research couldn't compare to a Charms veteran in when it came to options for the young woman.

And he was only putting on a show of looking like a kicked cruppy for her not saying Astronomy. Only teasing.

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"Who is Hershel?" Arista asked. Seeing the questioning brow she gave him an innocent looking smile whatever she did, she promised she didn't do it!! That was the story so she was sticking with it. Anyways change subject now...

"Oh okay. Good it doesn't go with any of your furniture."Because the colors had to be complementary, that is what her Aunt said anyway."A failed prank by who? Was it a student? Students these days, I hope you gave them detention for such a terrible prank." She giggled as she stepped into the office. "I hate Glitter....Did you know you can choke on glitter particles in the air and die!" She didn't even know if that was true her mum always told her that to keep her out of the art supplies.

Gesturing towards the phone booth as they entered, he chuckled as the dark colored ferret within began running around eagerly at the company and chattered its teeth to be let out to play. "My pet ferret," he beamed. "Does yours get along well with others? Hershel seems to want to be let out and all that scurrying and scratching will drive me mad." Not to mention the chitter chattery of the teeth.

This was all...amusing. Detention. He really wanted to give a detention, but hard to write up two professors like that and throw them in the dungeons. "Two fellow professors, actually," he grumbled. Glitter....UG. Alas. "Over and done and no real harm done. I did much worse as a student in my day," he continued with a dismissive hand wave. "Although I do enjoy handing out detentions."

And that was a morbid topic right there. Merlin.

"Well, rest assured that there is no glitter in this office. Double and triple checked my charms to make sure the stuff was repelled. Although, if you do happen to see any you may use the lint roller on my desk to remove it."

Cutty watched with a most natural looking fascination as Airey Flamsteed performed his magic upon the black folder. Although, he could and tended to fake his own emotional reactions, he did not have to at this moment. The control. The juggernautic alteration. The mastery of form and transformation. He may have been good at potions, but if Cutty could be said to have had any passion at all, it probably lied most strongly in Transfiguration.

"It's alright, I suppose. It sort of differs from charm to charm." He said with a bit of a shrug. Charms wasn't his strongest subject, but nor was it his weakest. Professor Fuller, however was an excellent teacher and Cutty was enriched for the experience each time he went to one of his classes. "Neveh." He said digging out his wand eagerly and looking everybit the hyper-active capuchin that he was. Was Professor Flamsteed going to show him how it's done?

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Cutty watched with a most natural looking fascination as Airey Flamsteed performed his magic upon the black folder. Although, he could and tended to fake his own emotional reactions, he did not have to at this moment. The control. The juggernautic alteration. The mastery of form and transformation. He may have been good at potions, but if Cutty could be said to have had any passion at all, it probably lied most strongly in Transfiguration.

"It's alright, I suppose. It sort of differs from charm to charm." He said with a bit of a shrug. Charms wasn't his strongest subject, but nor was it his weakest. Professor Fuller, however was an excellent teacher and Cutty was enriched for the experience each time he went to one of his classes. "Neveh." He said digging out his wand eagerly and looking everybit the hyper-active capuchin that he was. Was Professor Flamsteed going to show him how it's done?

Airey gave the Slytherin a firm nod. "Of course of course." Made perfect logical sense. "I would suggest that you ask Professor Fuller to teach it to you personally, but just to be sure that no suspicions are raised..." Not that he believed Mr. Mordaunt would be a snitch or anything like that. They seemed to share an understanding for this sort of thing. "..let's give it a go here. Worst that can happen is the bag goes KABOOM."

And the astronomer was no stranger to explosions.

"Now, the wand movement is simple enough. Just a tap on the bag. The incantation is a bit of a mouth full, however. Magnus Centrum. So just a tap and Magnus Centrum." He then pushed the bag a little closer to the young man and watched him expectantly with both hands on the edge of his desk seemingly in eager anticipation when really he had them there just in case he needed to duck under it suddenly. You know, in case of the KABOOM!

Adelaide nodded. She'd even thought about taking up Derry's offer on karate lessons. That would definitely help with some stress relief. She laughed a bit at his mention of the groundskeeper. "Eggs? But yes. Using one of his punching bags might help me keep my arm strength up." Beater ya know. Kinda needed that.

Adelaide grabbed a brownie, nibbling on it slightly. Might as well taste them since she hadn't tasted this batch at all. Hmm. Good. Very good. She nodded. "Of course." She would never turn down an opportunity to speak to Professor Pretty. Even though a one-on-one with him might be a bit distracting.

She bit back a giggle at the fake pout. Oh Flamsteed. "Your lessons are still probably my favorite." Sure he was faking, but that was one hundred percent true.

The risk to reward ratio was perfect. For if at best, he learned the charm and at worst the bag would explode, they couldn't lose. Truly.

Wands out, Cutty held his nine and a half inch aspen wand at a diagonal across his shoulder as he repeated the incantation for practice. "Magnus Centrum." His eyes remained locked on the bag. He imagined being able to produce all manner of things from within it. Donkies, a silver rocking chair, a never-ending veil of silk, and a full course meal served on on a banquet table complete with service elf. All of that could be possible if only he could master the spell. "Magnus Centrum." He said confidently tapping his wand against the newly transfigured black bag.

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Adelaide nodded. She'd even thought about taking up Derry's offer on karate lessons. That would definitely help with some stress relief. She laughed a bit at his mention of the groundskeeper. "Eggs? But yes. Using one of his punching bags might help me keep my arm strength up." Beater ya know. Kinda needed that.

Adelaide grabbed a brownie, nibbling on it slightly. Might as well taste them since she hadn't tasted this batch at all. Hmm. Good. Very good. She nodded. "Of course." She would never turn down an opportunity to speak to Professor Pretty. Even though a one-on-one with him might be a bit distracting.

She bit back a giggle at the fake pout. Oh Flamsteed. "Your lessons are still probably my favorite." Sure he was faking, but that was one hundred percent true.

The astronut nodded. "Eggs. Seems to like them. At least that is my understanding after I dropped on in a lesson. Enough of you warned me that the Groundskeeper would be upset that I dropped an egg on the floor." Even if the big bloke had come after him, Airey was positive that he could at least outrun him. Probably out-hide him too. He was thinner and could therefore fit into smaller hiding places.

Which suddenly made him think about playing 'sardines' as a student...wait, what were they talking about?

Chewing on his brownie some more, he gave the remaining half in his hand a pensive glance. "I believe I fancy the caramel one a little better." For her reference that is.

Aw, she was going to make his ears turn red. "Thank you, Miss Adams. I appreciate the compliment." He was sure the same couldn't be said of all her classmates, but not everyone understood or appreciated the brilliance that was his methodology.

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The risk to reward ratio was perfect. For if at best, he learned the charm and at worst the bag would explode, they couldn't lose. Truly.

Wands out, Cutty held his nine and a half inch aspen wand at a diagonal across his shoulder as he repeated the incantation for practice. "Magnus Centrum." His eyes remained locked on the bag. He imagined being able to produce all manner of things from within it. Donkies, a silver rocking chair, a never-ending veil of silk, and a full course meal served on on a banquet table complete with service elf. All of that could be possible if only he could master the spell. "Magnus Centrum." He said confidently tapping his wand against the newly transfigured black bag.

Nod nod. Stare some. Nod some more. Some more staring. Yep. He had the words down for sure. Concentration too if the way the Slytherin seemed to not be blinking as he looked at the bag was any indication.

Once the spell had been performed, Airey picked up the bag and inspected it. No scorch marks or any other sort of visible damage that he could see. "Try putting your arm inside. See if it goes all the way up to your shoulder. If it does, then you've done it right."

Adelaide laughed. She remembered that. "They are delicious, but I still can't see someone get that upset over eggs." Even if Kirby loved eggs, that was just slightly insane. Poor Flamsteed if he ever did freak out on him though.

Addi smiled and nodded. "I'll make a note of that." That way she could send him some when she graduated. He'd probably appreciate that quite a bit.

She beamed. "Of course." Wasn't her favorite subject but he was her favorite.

Arista looked down at her own ferret, "Yes she does. Shes a little sweetheart!" She said as she ruffled with her ferret's fur something that she hated. "Does Hershel roam the grounds, or does he just stay here? In the awesome looking cage?

"Professors did this!!!" Her mouth dropped. If Professors did this then she could totally get away with anything then. She made a smile but tried playing it off. "So you were a bad student then? Got any tips for a young Gryfindor?" Not like she expected him just to give her some good pranks but eh worth a shot. "You do! Well then remind me not to do anything troublesome when your around." she laughed.

"Great! I shall make sure to do that Professor!"

Cutty's hands reached out and seized the black bag flinging it open. With all speed, the boy eagerly shoved his arm inside of the bag to find that it still seemed to have room to spare. Beginner's luck. That was a grown folks spell, but the conditions were such that it made it easy for Cutty to perform the magic with minimal risk of failure. He wanted it, his professor was watching and it was a private lesson.

"I did it!" He said, barely suppressing a smile. "I mean, it's done, Professor." He said calmly, appearing composed once again. "I suppose I should get started."

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Adelaide laughed. She remembered that. "They are delicious, but I still can't see someone get that upset over eggs." Even if Kirby loved eggs, that was just slightly insane. Poor Flamsteed if he ever did freak out on him though.

Addi smiled and nodded. "I'll make a note of that." That way she could send him some when she graduated. He'd probably appreciate that quite a bit.

She beamed. "Of course." Wasn't her favorite subject but he was her favorite.

"Well, everyone has their trigger," he mused as he popped the remainder of his brownie into his mouth. His was astrology, lint and general dirtiness on his suits, insulting Pebbles...the list sort of went on and on and was not the sort of thing he would tell to students. Even if he did trust Miss Adams not to use it all against him.

Sipping on some water before returning his attention to the tea, he decided that he had had enough of brownies for now. He was going to go into a chocolate coma.

"Stellar," he winked. "Is there, er, anything else you need to talk about, Miss Adams?" He wasn't sure that he had been of any real help with her family situation and honestly the thought of hearing more made him want to fidget in his seat, but he was willing to listen if there was more.

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Arista looked down at her own ferret, "Yes she does. Shes a little sweetheart!" She said as she ruffled with her ferret's fur something that she hated. "Does Hershel roam the grounds, or does he just stay here? In the awesome looking cage?

"Professors did this!!!" Her mouth dropped. If Professors did this then she could totally get away with anything then. She made a smile but tried playing it off. "So you were a bad student then? Got any tips for a young Gryfindor?" Not like she expected him just to give her some good pranks but eh worth a shot. "You do! Well then remind me not to do anything troublesome when your around." she laughed.

"Great! I shall make sure to do that Professor!"

The grounds? Sweet solstice no. He had a hard enough time keeping track of him in his own office. Opening up the entire school to him was like flying close to a black hole. "Just the office. I would recommend you not bring yours out to the grounds without permission either. Students ought to keep their pets in the common rooms," he noted. Bleh, it was lame having to be the voice of authority sometimes. Speaking of which... "Have you spoken with your Creatures professor about your ferret? I'd hate for you to have to send her away for bringing a pet not on the approved lists of pets."

He saw that, by the way. The spark of interest that had lit a fire in her eyes. "More than I care to indulge," he winked. "Although, it goes without saying that one should pick their target wisely and not get caught." See? He was such a fantastic role model. "I feel as though you are challenging me, Miss Royal," he winked. To look for some sort of excuse to give her a detention. "Just no eating in areas where it is specified to not do so should get you by. Oh, and never NEVER confuse astronomy with..........astrology."

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Cutty's hands reached out and seized the black bag flinging it open. With all speed, the boy eagerly shoved his arm inside of the bag to find that it still seemed to have room to spare. Beginner's luck. That was a grown folks spell, but the conditions were such that it made it easy for Cutty to perform the magic with minimal risk of failure. He wanted it, his professor was watching and it was a private lesson.

"I did it!" He said, barely suppressing a smile. "I mean, it's done, Professor." He said calmly, appearing composed once again. "I suppose I should get started."

If there was the opportunity to perform an evil laugh, surely this was the moment to do so. So he did. Almost mad scientist fashion complete with hands forming claws as they reached skyward.

"Stellar," he said, pausing his evil laugh for now. "Well done. Well done indeed! And yes, best get a move on." He rubbed his hands together eagerly. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeexcellent. "May the force be with you, Mr. Mordaunt. Live long and prosper."

Because this mission clearly required the words of wisdom from both science fiction fandoms.

Adelaide nodded. "I guess that's true." She knew she had hers. Obviously. It was why she was in the situation she was in. Plus she had a few things when it came to how she kept her kitchen while she baked or cooked.

She nibbled on the corner of the brownie she'd grabbed. It really was good. Too bad her appetite had pretty much vanished. Addi reached out for the tea, drinking down the last bit.

She chuckled lightly. Gosh she was gonna miss Flamsteed. "No I don't think so. And um sorry about this." Addi could tell he felt awkward about the whole conversation, but she couldn't help herself. "You can keep the rest of those for later."

Cutty watched calmly as Professor Flamsteed threw his hands up in the air and waved 'em 'round like he just don't care laughed maniacally. He didn't regard this as awkward, however, it was more of a 'that's what Flamsteeds do' kind of a thing. Total acceptance.

In a moment, though, it had passed and Cutty was being given wishes of good luck. Best be on his way, then. The still small clutchling slung the black bag over his shoulder and took off like a thief in the night. Shutting the door to the office behind him he was soon swallowed by the darkness of the tower as he made the long journey back to the bottom of the castle.

Sitting down on a seat opposite the professor, Penelope said, "Earl Grey tea will be fine, thank you." She had come here for some reason other than having tea. Well, whatever it was, Penelope had forgotten why she had come here. "I think I had a question to ask you, but I don't remember what it was."
Professor Flamsteed reminded Penelope of a muggle teacher she had in California. That teacher ran the class like Jeopardy, and had a sense of humor that had the whole class saying that he needed new jokes. He had a pet rock, although that rock was just a rock. Flamsteed's classes were much more interesting, and Flamsteed probably had better jokes. The activities in this class were way better than any muggle school activity.
"Professor, I really enjoy your class. Except for the pendulum dodgeball, I have had a great time in your class. I hope that you don't take this the wrong way, because it was a great activity. It's just that I'm claustrophobic and I don't like dodgeball because I'm really afraid of getting hit by things, like pendulums and dodge balls. Sorry about all the crying and stuff, but maybe now you will understand why I was crying. Other than the part about me being claustrophobic and being afraid of being hit by stuff, it was a great activity, for most people." Pendulum dodgeball inside balls. That had to be the worst thing ever for Penelope, because of her fears. Dodgeball inside balls was probably one of her worst fears. If she had ever thought of that before the activity, that would have been on the top of her list of things she feared the most. How had she survived that activity? Why didn't she just opt out? Jasmine had helped her calm down. How she had managed to calm down was a mystery to the young Ravenclaw, but she was glad that she had been able to get out of the ball and away from the pendulum.
Thinking about it, inside the balls was pretty cool, except for Penelope being claustrophobic. Her ball not only reflected weather changes with the seasons, but had played Vivaldi four seasons music. Penelope loved classical music. She played piano, something that often calmed her. Did they have pianos at Hogwarts somewhere? It was a big school, so they must have a piano somewhere. Maybe the professor would know something about that. "Professor, this isn't really your area of expertise, but is there a piano somewhere that I could play sometimes? Playing piano really calms me down, and I need to keep up with practice."
Enough with the somewhat off topic questions. There were more important things Penelope wanted to ask. She just couldn't remember what she had come here to ask. It definitely had not been any of the things she had said, but she couldn't remember what her question was, or what it was about. Penelope decided to listen to what the professor had to say in response, and see if he said anything about the question that she could not remember.