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Originally Posted by kaos.doodles

the door just swung open without any warning and kyroh jumped as the astronomy professor appeared. The man didn't even seem happy. Wasn't that what the glitter for? To throw at him? More happiness? Considering he didn't want to have a problem kyroh blinked and instantly let go of the handful of glitter.....

....accidentally dumping it all over the pigm-ghou-professor's shoes.

"oops."

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The professor had momentarily forgotten to breathe as he looked down at his shoes - the ones he had just polished, by the way - and saw glitter all over them. Glitter that had also gone done the sides of the shoe and was now sticking to his sock. Yes, he could easily banish it all away with magic. BUT THAT WASN'T THE POINT!

THE POINT WAS THAT MR. SCABIOR HAD PURPOSELY THROW GLITTER AT HIM WHEN HE HAD SPECIFICALLY SAID NOT TO!

"DETENTION! MR. SCABIOR!" he said, index finger pointing directly between the boy's eyes.

Oh air. There was air filling his lungs again thanks to that outburst. Air that was now oxygenating his brain and helping him think more clearly and logically. Which was very good for the Ravenclaw. Obviously. Especially seeing as he hadn't technically thrown the glitter at Airey which meant that he had technically overreacted.

Whoops.

After a long pause, that helped his nostrils stop flaring out, his firm appearance cracked into an exaggerated peppy grin. "Just kiiiiiiiiiiiidding, Mr. Scabior. Just kidding!" Cue some awkward patting of the boy's left shoulder. "What can I, er, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

Smooooooooth like cruncky peanut butter, he was.

Kyroh stared. Down the mans shoes. And then to his open hand. Annnnnd then back down at the mans shoes. And then to his face.

Flamsteed was turning purple.

Kyroh was going to point this out. And ask if he needed CPR or something but then the man opened his mouth and, raised is hand and- The first year blinked. His bottom lip began to shake and his eyes filled with tears. "I d-d-didn't mean to do it! I didn't!" He had only-he hadn't-IT DIDN'T EVEN MATTER IF FLAMSTEED WAS A GOUL. Tears began to rush down the boys face. And he was ready to turn and run when the Professor spoke again.

Of course he couldn't see his grin. Not with the water in his eyes but-he was just kidding? Was he? He was?

Kyroh sniffled wiping the tears away from the back of his hand. "....I don't know." The boy said lamely. Blinking. Staring. Wiping away tears.

He wasn't even sure if he had detention or not.

Rolling his eyes, Kevin lowered his wand and put it back in to his wristholster. "What?" he asked with a grin on his face. "are you scared?" He HAD to be! 'Cause now he knew how Kevin dueled and he is obviously scared that he would attack him again muwahaha. let him in his fantasy okaaay

The boy grabbed a tissue but didn't use it yet since no sneeze or cough attack came up. Just a precaution in case he needed it again. Cubital Fossa? "Dude, i told you , i don't speak alien language" cause that totally sounded alien... Feeling another small sneeze coming up, the Gryffindor held his tissue in front of him and looked the other way. Stupid cold weather, he prefered the warmer weathers where he could get outside and play. Also, he caught a cold very easily but now it was just dramatic how fast he became sick.

Could he skip a few classes tomorrow?!

Oh? so he had an excuse about the whole 'carrying princess hold to the kitchen'? Kevin heared him out and when he was done the twelve year old HATED it that he didn't have a word back. Because NOW he realised how RIGHT the Professor was in doing that. And he hated admitting that he was wrong! "I...i didn't think about that..." he mumbled. This was awkward. "Well, good job for not letting me fall to my doom then" see, this way he had said a thank you, had admitted that the Professor was right and in a way so that he hadn't said the ACTUAL words. Was this was Bentley meant with 'use your words carefully?' must be it.


"It's not my fault i'm sick!" he defended himself after the sneeze. "How am i supposed to know i was going to sneeze while talking?!" his hot-headed temper was slowly coming back again but he forced himself to cool down. He didn't want to get a fever on top of it. "I want to get inside...my...." he coughed in the tissue again, pocketed in his left robe pocket and grabbed a new one from his right. "legs hurt from walking the stairs" meaning he had to sit down for a moment and the PINK AND GLITTERY~! seating area would NOT do.

Speaking of which, he still wanted to make fun of him for that hehe.

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Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles

Kyroh stared. Down the mans shoes. And then to his open hand. Annnnnd then back down at the mans shoes. And then to his face.

Flamsteed was turning purple.

Kyroh was going to point this out. And ask if he needed CPR or something but then the man opened his mouth and, raised is hand and- The first year blinked. His bottom lip began to shake and his eyes filled with tears. "I d-d-didn't mean to do it! I didn't!" He had only-he hadn't-IT DIDN'T EVEN MATTER IF FLAMSTEED WAS A GOUL. Tears began to rush down the boys face. And he was ready to turn and run when the Professor spoke again.

Of course he couldn't see his grin. Not with the water in his eyes but-he was just kidding? Was he? He was?

Kyroh sniffled wiping the tears away from the back of his hand. "....I don't know." The boy said lamely. Blinking. Staring. Wiping away tears.

He wasn't even sure if he had detention or not.

Phew. Nice save, if he said so himself. Playing it off as though it had been one big ol' prank from the get................OH SWEET SOLSTICE NO NO NO NOOOOOOOO!

WHY WHERE THERE TEARS? NO CRYING IN THE ASTRONOMY TOWER!

Seriously. He should just make it a rule. Tears were unpleasant to look at and they made the astronomer's insides squirm. If he were Superman, tears would be his kryptonite.

Kryptonite...Kryoh....WAS THIS RAVENCLAW GOING TO BE HIS UNDOING?!

Flailing in the doorway, Airey's eyes widened and he could feel the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "No no no, no tears. Everything is fine! See! Just fine!" he rambled as he quite suddenly bent down to scoop up some of the glitter and threw it on himself while laughing like a maniac. SEEEEEEE? It was funny! LOOK, RAINING GLITTER! "Here, you give it a go, Mr. Scabior. Freebie as it were."

Did you all see what tears did to him? Hmm? Especially tears belonging to students he was not terribly familiar with?!

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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi

Rolling his eyes, Kevin lowered his wand and put it back in to his wristholster. "What?" he asked with a grin on his face. "are you scared?" He HAD to be! 'Cause now he knew how Kevin dueled and he is obviously scared that he would attack him again muwahaha. let him in his fantasy okaaay

The boy grabbed a tissue but didn't use it yet since no sneeze or cough attack came up. Just a precaution in case he needed it again. Cubital Fossa? "Dude, i told you , i don't speak alien language" cause that totally sounded alien... Feeling another small sneeze coming up, the Gryffindor held his tissue in front of him and looked the other way. Stupid cold weather, he prefered the warmer weathers where he could get outside and play. Also, he caught a cold very easily but now it was just dramatic how fast he became sick.

Could he skip a few classes tomorrow?!

Oh? so he had an excuse about the whole 'carrying princess hold to the kitchen'? Kevin heared him out and when he was done the twelve year old HATED it that he didn't have a word back. Because NOW he realised how RIGHT the Professor was in doing that. And he hated admitting that he was wrong! "I...i didn't think about that..." he mumbled. This was awkward. "Well, good job for not letting me fall to my doom then" see, this way he had said a thank you, had admitted that the Professor was right and in a way so that he hadn't said the ACTUAL words. Was this was Bentley meant with 'use your words carefully?' must be it.


"It's not my fault i'm sick!" he defended himself after the sneeze. "How am i supposed to know i was going to sneeze while talking?!" his hot-headed temper was slowly coming back again but he forced himself to cool down. He didn't want to get a fever on top of it. "I want to get inside...my...." he coughed in the tissue again, pocketed in his left robe pocket and grabbed a new one from his right. "legs hurt from walking the stairs" meaning he had to sit down for a moment and the PINK AND GLITTERY~! seating area would NOT do.

Speaking of which, he still wanted to make fun of him for that hehe.

"Scared, Hirase?" he question, his arms folding tightly across his chest. "You wish." There was hardly anything scary about a second year pointing their wand at a full grown man - contrary to a few historical references, that is. "I wouldn't make a habit out of pointing your wand at people. Bound to get you into trouble and it is rather rude." As was pointing your finger at someone...or a carrot.

The astronomer simply pointed to his arm, the 'inside' the elbow, in response to the alien language comment. "Nothing alien here, just anatomy." Managing to contain his smirk, he unfolded his arms and nodded some more towards the Gryffindor. "Part of my job is thinking of those sort of consequences, contrary to what some might say about the activities in my lesson." Yeah, we are thinking about you right now, Healer Tillstorm. "So, you're welcome." Grin.

Sick? Oh no no no noooooooooo....Airey couldn't afford to get sick himself, so Mr. Hirase and his cough were just going to have to take themselves elsewhere. Although, his office was scheduled for another deep disinfectant cleaning today...so he supposed that he had that all covered. His immune system was on the strong side as well, so, well, he could deal. Besides, the boy's limbs were sort and he had a soft spot for all. Especially after the aging situation of last term. "Well then, why don't you step inside my office and make yourself comfortable on the sofa. Something warm to drink ought to help with your sore muscles and cough as well."

Meaning that Airey was going to brew him the Flamsteed home remedy for coughs. The honey made the taste bearable.

OOC: you can post in the office now :3

He couldn't stop crying. He really couldn't! The tears just kept coming. It had been a bad idea to come here. Very, very bad idea. Kyroh sniffled a few times but it didn't stop the snot from leaaaking out of his nose. It was like a faucet really.

Snot. And tears. And it was all bad. He wasn't even listening to the Professor speak until- more glitter?

......Glitter?


".....You look silly."

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Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles

He couldn't stop crying. He really couldn't! The tears just kept coming. It had been a bad idea to come here. Very, very bad idea. Kyroh sniffled a few times but it didn't stop the snot from leaaaking out of his nose. It was like a faucet really.

Snot. And tears. And it was all bad. He wasn't even listening to the Professor speak until- more glitter?

......Glitter?


".....You look silly."

Oh...sweet solstice. The boy's face was a mess. But at least he had said the astronut looked silly. It was a talent he possessed.

"Glad you think so." It was the point after all. Conjuring a handkerchief , he took a few timid steps forward towards Mr. Scabior and offered it to him. He was...done crying, for the most part, yeah? Because Airey wasn't sure how much more of these rapid heart palpitations he could take. "Hows about you dry your face and we step into my office?" he suggested. You know, take away the space with the negative associations to reset the brain. "You can help me build a mecha over some hot beverages."

OOC: you can post in the office now...if Kyroh wants to go in

Simon took a deep breath and paused before knocking on the Professor's door. He had a deep burning question in his mind about Mars' significance ever since Agatha and he had almost stumbled into a couple of centaurs along the pathways of Hogwarts. Thank Merlin that they hadn't, huh? But ever since that encounter, he couldn't get out of his mind the planet Mars. A question about space ask the spaceman himself! That's what Simon Holden figured. His blue eyes wandered over to the framed magazine and the Slytherin nearly had a fright. For a second, he thought that the man was Airey himself actually walking out of the picture frame. After blinking several times, he realized that Airey wasn't actually walking out of the frame. It was just a magazine. Silly Simon.

With that, he knocked on Professor Flamsteed's door. He took a seat in one of the armchairs and flicked through a copy of the latest StarDate Observer.

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Originally Posted by Emms

Simon took a deep breath and paused before knocking on the Professor's door. He had a deep burning question in his mind about Mars' significance ever since Agatha and he had almost stumbled into a couple of centaurs along the pathways of Hogwarts. Thank Merlin that they hadn't, huh? But ever since that encounter, he couldn't get out of his mind the planet Mars. A question about space ask the spaceman himself! That's what Simon Holden figured. His blue eyes wandered over to the framed magazine and the Slytherin nearly had a fright. For a second, he thought that the man was Airey himself actually walking out of the picture frame. After blinking several times, he realized that Airey wasn't actually walking out of the frame. It was just a magazine. Silly Simon.

With that, he knocked on Professor Flamsteed's door. He took a seat in one of the armchairs and flicked through a copy of the latest StarDate Observer.

Stack of balloons on his desk, not the sort to make balloon animals out of....this time, and screwdriver in the other hand, Airey was putting some finishing touches and adjustments to his scientific payload when he hard the knock at his door. Forgetting that he still had a balloon between his teeth he had been in the middle of blowing up - a red one in case anyone was interested - he jumped up from his desk and swung open the door.

"Goo---" he began, his mouth opening and releasing the balloon from between his teeth that then went zooming right towards the Slytherin's face. "WATCH OUT!"

Word has spread pretty fast of the latest tragedy...or was it a tragedy? The black lake had frozen solid, apparently...and to Vesper, this presented a rare opportunity. Ice skating!....Though, she hadn't taken the ice to consider the giant squid or the merpeople. Surely, they had exist routes to safer waters...or something.

Anyway, as she'd dressed to brave the outdoors, a thought occurred to the Ravenclaw. Wouldn't it be super fun to have a certain Star-crossed Professor along for the adventure?! This thought only popped up because she'd heard of his exploits with other students. She'd never gotten her time with Professor Flamsteed and he was an excitable man. Excitable like her. They had the potential to be fast friends, indeed.

So, here she was...outside his office...knocking and beaming from ear to ear.

OPEN UP!!

Simon had been having a lovely time waiting for Professor Flamsteed. He had caught up on a couple new articles about some more galaxies that the muggles had recently discovered at NASA. It was all really cool... Then all of a sudden, he heard someone yelling watch out. His blue eyes widened when he looked up and saw a balloon flying right at his face. BALLOONS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FREINDLY, weren't they? He had loved balloons ever since he was a child as he loved inhaling the helium to make his voice go up really high. He sounded like a chipmunk when he did that. But this balloon was heading towards him at a rapid velocity so Simon couldn't do anything but prepare himself for the impact. 5...... 4...... It was almost there..... 3....... 2....... Ooh this would be one terrible crash. 1......

He ducked.

Was he okay? Was he still EVEN alive?

To his surprise, he was. Phew. The balloon had grazed his hair a little, making it stick up as if he had put gel in it this morning. It was now filed with static. Uh cool. He gave the Astronomy Professor a shy wave. It was all good. No one got an eye poked out. "Err.. Hi Professor!" he said, standing up rather awkwardly.

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Originally Posted by Emms

Simon had been having a lovely time waiting for Professor Flamsteed. He had caught up on a couple new articles about some more galaxies that the muggles had recently discovered at NASA. It was all really cool... Then all of a sudden, he heard someone yelling watch out. His blue eyes widened when he looked up and saw a balloon flying right at his face. BALLOONS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FREINDLY, weren't they? He had loved balloons ever since he was a child as he loved inhaling the helium to make his voice go up really high. He sounded like a chipmunk when he did that. But this balloon was heading towards him at a rapid velocity so Simon couldn't do anything but prepare himself for the impact. 5...... 4...... It was almost there..... 3....... 2....... Ooh this would be one terrible crash. 1......

He ducked.

Was he okay? Was he still EVEN alive?

To his surprise, he was. Phew. The balloon had grazed his hair a little, making it stick up as if he had put gel in it this morning. It was now filed with static. Uh cool. He gave the Astronomy Professor a shy wave. It was all good. No one got an eye poked out. "Err.. Hi Professor!" he said, standing up rather awkwardly.

Well, at least it hadn't taken the boy's eye out or anything. Not too much momentum behind the balloon to begin with since the actual pressure inside its elastic chamber was relatively low. Nothing like if he had had helium inside. Which he too enjoyed swallowing to make his voice all squeaky, for the record.

"Terribly sorry about that. Forgot I still had that in my mouth," he chuckled as he awkwardly pranced over to where it had fallen to on the floor and picking it up. He was most efficient when he was multitasking, but in multitasking the chance of him becoming distracted by even the tiniest of things increased exponentially. His brain just went into overdrive and had to focus on EVERYTHING and take EVERYTHING in at once.

He cleared his throat and pocketed the balloon. "What can I do for you?" Besides, you know, shooting a balloon at him.

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Originally Posted by Govoni

Word has spread pretty fast of the latest tragedy...or was it a tragedy? The black lake had frozen solid, apparently...and to Vesper, this presented a rare opportunity. Ice skating!....Though, she hadn't taken the ice to consider the giant squid or the merpeople. Surely, they had exist routes to safer waters...or something.

Anyway, as she'd dressed to brave the outdoors, a thought occurred to the Ravenclaw. Wouldn't it be super fun to have a certain Star-crossed Professor along for the adventure?! This thought only popped up because she'd heard of his exploits with other students. She'd never gotten her time with Professor Flamsteed and he was an excitable man. Excitable like her. They had the potential to be fast friends, indeed.

So, here she was...outside his office...knocking and beaming from ear to ear.

OPEN UP!!

Okay, so today the astronomer WAS actually making balloon animals in his office as opposed to the other day when he was doing serious research and experimentation. All work and no play makes Airey a dull boy, er, man, er, man child? Whatever. He needed some time away from the heavy calculations and experimentation...and knitting. He was pretty sure that some of the yarn he had bought had been made of fibers that caused an allergic reaction to his skin.

He was actually just about to put some more cream on his hands so he continue with inflating balloons for his USS Enterprise when he heard the knock at his door. Learning from his previous mistake, he made sure to put his balloon down on his desk before approaching it and swinging it open.

"Miss Bayliss, good day. But I told you you do not need to ask my permission to use the piano in the Innovation Lounge," he greeted her with a boyish chuckle.

Simon shrugged nonchalantly because what else could you do in this situation. He'd never been in a situation like this before. So he didn't know what to do. Shrugging seemed like a good thing to do. It seemed appropriate? Nu-uh. He blinked when the Professor mentioned that he still had the balloon in his mouth. Uh, okay, Professor. He nodded. "It's okay, I guess I should learn to expect the unexpected around here," he said as he eyed his surrounding suspiciously. Who knew what the Astronomy Professor could be hiding around here? A couple of spaceships... Maybe even an old Mars rover? Or maybe the Professor was hiding Klingons or Vulcans somewhere?

The boy's over imaginative brain searched for all of the infinite possibilities.

"I'm Simon," he said, introducing himself rather awkwardly. Yes, the Professor had graded his homework but Simon hadn't actually met the guy yet. Anyway, he should probably get to the point now... "Actually, yes, I have a question about Mars for you. I was ran into some centaurs on the grounds the other day and one of them, Gurion, told me that Mars wasn't looking too good. He said that Mars wasn't as bright as it had been recently. He said as if it was a bad thing and had something to do with the weather," he paused and took a breath. Lot of explaining going on here. Mhmm... " I don't know what he meant by Mars' not shining as bright. So I decided to come to you to see if you knew." This question had been preoccupying the boy for a couple of days.

BLUSH.

"Professor...you can hardly blame me for wanting to make sure. You have a pretty great piano in there." It wasn't like it was the piano in the Ravenclaw common room...or her keyboard she used for band things...BUT ALAS, this wasn't about that. Gosh. "...but this isn't about the piano. Promise."

The excitement from the earlier news and frozen black lake seeped back into her bones.

"So...I don't know if you heard the latest, but...the lake has frozen over and a few of us are going to ice skate. Everyone else gets adventures with you and I'm graduating the year. So, will you please join us?" BIG DOE EYES FOR YOU, Mr. Professor Man.

She casually bounced in place.

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Simon shrugged nonchalantly because what else could you do in this situation. He'd never been in a situation like this before. So he didn't know what to do. Shrugging seemed like a good thing to do. It seemed appropriate? Nu-uh. He blinked when the Professor mentioned that he still had the balloon in his mouth. Uh, okay, Professor. He nodded. "It's okay, I guess I should learn to expect the unexpected around here," he said as he eyed his surrounding suspiciously. Who knew what the Astronomy Professor could be hiding around here? A couple of spaceships... Maybe even an old Mars rover? Or maybe the Professor was hiding Klingons or Vulcans somewhere?

The boy's over imaginative brain searched for all of the infinite possibilities.

"I'm Simon," he said, introducing himself rather awkwardly. Yes, the Professor had graded his homework but Simon hadn't actually met the guy yet. Anyway, he should probably get to the point now... "Actually, yes, I have a question about Mars for you. I was ran into some centaurs on the grounds the other day and one of them, Gurion, told me that Mars wasn't looking too good. He said that Mars wasn't as bright as it had been recently. He said as if it was a bad thing and had something to do with the weather," he paused and took a breath. Lot of explaining going on here. Mhmm... " I don't know what he meant by Mars' not shining as bright. So I decided to come to you to see if you knew." This question had been preoccupying the boy for a couple of days.

Ah yes, the mysterious Slytherin who turned in homework but hadn't yet attended one of his lessons properly. Couldn't really judge that though. He had pulled the same stunt in university with a professor whose teaching methods Airey had found....nonconstructive. Had been far more efficient for him to teach himself. But enough of that trip down memory lane.

"Ah yes, Mr. Simon," he nodded. "Nice to have a face to the parchments." The astronomer's eye brightened significantly when the young man mentioned he wanted to speak with him about Mars. Merlin was there a lot to be said about Mars. Next inhabitable planet in the solar system, after all. But his cheer quickly dropped at the mention of centaurs and what was implied with their involvement. Let it be known that the man had nothing against centaurs as beings - in fact they shared a name with small Solar System bodies with a semi-major axis between those of the outer planets, which was a bonus - but he couldn't stand the whole divining aspect to their personalities...astrology.

Which was precisely what the boy was asking about. Preeeeeeecisely. Someone needed to seriously review his classroom rules.

And this was also a good kick in the trousers that he needed to get out of his office a bit more and not be consumed by his research.

"Mars does not shine," he said rather abruptly while his brows furrowed and knotted. "They reflect light from the sun and merely appear to glow. With the amount of cloud cover we have had recently thanks to this unual winter, visibility of the stars and planets from our perspective on Earth has been limited and obscured...so of course it doesn't appear as bright in the sky."

Fact. Something couldn't look a certain way if you couldn't even see it.

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BLUSH.

"Professor...you can hardly blame me for wanting to make sure. You have a pretty great piano in there." It wasn't like it was the piano in the Ravenclaw common room...or her keyboard she used for band things...BUT ALAS, this wasn't about that. Gosh. "...but this isn't about the piano. Promise."

The excitement from the earlier news and frozen black lake seeped back into her bones.

"So...I don't know if you heard the latest, but...the lake has frozen over and a few of us are going to ice skate. Everyone else gets adventures with you and I'm graduating the year. So, will you please join us?" BIG DOE EYES FOR YOU, Mr. Professor Man.

She casually bounced in place.

Oh, it wasn't? Well, forgive him for assuming? "Oh, alright then," he chuckled as he leaned against the door frame with his right shoulder. He was about to invite her in to discuss whatever questions she had come with over tea when the Ravenclaw surprised him with her inquiry.

"Me? Ice skate?" he manly squeaked with surprise while awkwardly tapping his two index fingers against one another. He was rubbish at staying on his feet when it came to the ice skating. He could endure the Vomit-Comet no problem, but could be thwarted by a pair of ice skates. Not wanting to bruise his already questionable reputation, he wanted to say that he was too busy at the moment...but then those eyes happened and, well, he was sort of afraid that the big ol' eyes would be followed by tears if he said no...and he couldn't handle that now.

Or ever really.

"Alright, Miss Bayliss, enough with the eyes. You have yourself a graduation favor. But I will have you know I am rubbish at the skating aspect but a professional when it comes to falling."

Oh, he was agreeing! Vesper could've hugged her Astronomy Professor. She totally could have!

"Don't you worry about that, sir! There's a few of us that are going to be out there today. We'll protect your bum." That wasn't out of line, was it? Well, it was true, anyway. She'd hold Professor Flamsteed's hand herself if that's what it took. Ves didn't mind.

"Should I leave you to get ready, Professor? Bundle up, okay? It's chilly outside."

FLAILING! She was mentally FLAILING.

"Yes, that's me," he chuckled and then fidgeted with his hands rather awkwardly. Anyway on to Mars. The conversation was going really well until he mentioned the centaurs. Then Professor Flamsteed's face dropped at the mention of centaurs and their divining abilities. Oh Merlin. That didn't look good. Erhm.

Simon blushed in embarrassment. Right. Good job, Simon- he'd just made a complete fool out of himself. He knew that. He could've done a facepalm as he felt like an idiot. "My bad. It appears bright because of the light reflecting off the sun," he paused and then he heard somewhat of an answer. Visibility is obscured because of the storm that they had been having. Of course, that made sense! The Slytherin felt like a complete and utter idiot for once. He looked a little past the Astronomy Professor and could've sworn that something moved behind him. He was now pretty certain that the Astronomy Professor had Vulcans in his office.

"Thanks Professor," he said with a shy smile. He was about to leave and bid the Professor a good day when another question popped into his head. Vulcans. Klingons. Star Trek. "Professor, this question is unrelated to my other one, but do you think we'll ever be able to develop the technology to have a ship like the USS Enterprise?" Because if they could, that would be really awesome! Simon would sign up right away to become part of that cause.

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Oh, he was agreeing! Vesper could've hugged her Astronomy Professor. She totally could have!

"Don't you worry about that, sir! There's a few of us that are going to be out there today. We'll protect your bum." That wasn't out of line, was it? Well, it was true, anyway. She'd hold Professor Flamsteed's hand herself if that's what it took. Ves didn't mind.

"Should I leave you to get ready, Professor? Bundle up, okay? It's chilly outside."

FLAILING! She was mentally FLAILING.

Thank Merlin she hadn't hugged him. Just saying.

He was about to ask just how his bum was to be protected, but he had a few ideas already. Strapping a pillow to his rear seemed the most obvious. Or placing a very strong Cushioning Charm on it. Would that be weird to ask students to do? Probably. And ridiculously inappropriate. "I appreciate that," he saluted her. "Of course of course. I'll snow suit up and be right down. You go on ahead."

Snow suit had actually just been delivered to him a few hours ago. He hadn't been outside for a while due to the cold, so hopefully it would keep him warm enough. Nothing like a little experimentation, yeah?

Offering Miss Bayliss a quick wink, he returned inside his office and began putting on his snow suit.

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"Yes, that's me," he chuckled and then fidgeted with his hands rather awkwardly. Anyway on to Mars. The conversation was going really well until he mentioned the centaurs. Then Professor Flamsteed's face dropped at the mention of centaurs and their divining abilities. Oh Merlin. That didn't look good. Erhm.

Simon blushed in embarrassment. Right. Good job, Simon- he'd just made a complete fool out of himself. He knew that. He could've done a facepalm as he felt like an idiot. "My bad. It appears bright because of the light reflecting off the sun," he paused and then he heard somewhat of an answer. Visibility is obscured because of the storm that they had been having. Of course, that made sense! The Slytherin felt like a complete and utter idiot for once. He looked a little past the Astronomy Professor and could've sworn that something moved behind him. He was now pretty certain that the Astronomy Professor had Vulcans in his office.

"Thanks Professor," he said with a shy smile. He was about to leave and bid the Professor a good day when another question popped into his head. Vulcans. Klingons. Star Trek. "Professor, this question is unrelated to my other one, but do you think we'll ever be able to develop the technology to have a ship like the USS Enterprise?" Because if they could, that would be really awesome! Simon would sign up right away to become part of that cause.

Confused as to why the Slytherin was blushing - he had just been regurgitating what the centaurs has said, yeah - Airey blinked a few times, but showed no other physical reaction to Mr. Simon's squirmy nature.

"No problem, Mr. Simon," he nodded. He wasn't about to utter the words astrology or divination for further reference for the young man. He took all that with a grain of salt. Or less. Besides, what he said was true. "Once spring rolls around Mars will be more visible." Along with the rest of the night sky. Kind of hard to teach Astronomy with no sky to see, you know?

OH SWEET SOLSTICE! HAD HE--- DID HE----LSDKFLSDFJDSLJSKJLSJ

Grinning from ear to ear like some muggle supervillain, he pushed open his door a bit more in a gesture inviting the young man inside. "I think this is a conversation we should have over tea," he nodded. This and perhaps more. It was VERY telling that he had said the USS Enterprise instead of simply Enterprise or even just 'spaceship.' Maybe he had found someone else who could appreciate the occasional reenactment with action figures (in laymens terms, one would call it playing with toys, but one did not simply play with Star Trek memorabilia).

OOC: you can post in the office now :3

Following the path to the door, because what even? There was a path. Lotus knocked on the door twice and waited for Professor Flamsteed to open. There was a rolled up parchment in one of her hands, neatly tied with a silver ribbon. He should've gotten this ages ago. In September, to be more precise, yet Lotus hadn't visited back then. Questions had come to her mind and she'd needed to sort them out before visiting her favorite Professor.

Surely, she could've asked Burbage she met her and Tag at the planetarium, but the woman!ghost could get easily distracted. Not that Airey didn't. But he definitely knew Lottie much better.

AND... her cheeks turned slightly red when she remembered Burbage's words about Flamsteed...

...yeaaaah, she almost turned around, but decided to stay because Tag would definitely be reminding her about this visit. So, another knock.

Cassie had thought over her first lesson after it had finished and decided that she was going to stick to her words with Miss Cambridge. She was going to go speak with Professor Flamsteed. Knowing it was all a misunderstanding from the young Gryffindor. It had to be. So instead of owling him her Valentine's treat like she did the other professors, the blonde decided to deliver it personally.

Holding the little tin of cookies she moved towards the seating area and looked around. Interesting wasn't it? Turning she made three knocks at the door. Hopefully he was in.

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Following the path to the door, because what even? There was a path. Lotus knocked on the door twice and waited for Professor Flamsteed to open. There was a rolled up parchment in one of her hands, neatly tied with a silver ribbon. He should've gotten this ages ago. In September, to be more precise, yet Lotus hadn't visited back then. Questions had come to her mind and she'd needed to sort them out before visiting her favorite Professor.

Surely, she could've asked Burbage she met her and Tag at the planetarium, but the woman!ghost could get easily distracted. Not that Airey didn't. But he definitely knew Lottie much better.

AND... her cheeks turned slightly red when she remembered Burbage's words about Flamsteed...

...yeaaaah, she almost turned around, but decided to stay because Tag would definitely be reminding her about this visit. So, another knock.

His knitting project was coming along swimmingly, for anyone who cared to know. In fact, he was just putting the finishing touches on his Picard when he heard the knocking. Hmm...a familiar knock at that. There were a few knocks, due to their frequency, that he had come to know. The most obvious, of course, was the knock that belonged to Medea. Then there was Miss Fischer's knock - which he greatly missed hearing, by the way. Miss Cambridge had a distinct knock as well. Mr. Hirase's was more of a pound than a knock, but distinctive none the less. Mr. Tempus too, not the pounding aspect, but the distinctiveness of a knock. His was gentle, like the boy himself. But the one this now, while seeming a bit timid (odd) also had its usual authority about it.

So before he made his way to the door, he prepared a pot of hot water and certain tea while also levitating summoning two cups to his desk.

Set up complete, he made his way towards the door and pulled it open. "Good day, Miss Wisteria," he said almost immediately, briefly eyeing the parchment in her hand. "Come for tea?"

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Cassie had thought over her first lesson after it had finished and decided that she was going to stick to her words with Miss Cambridge. She was going to go speak with Professor Flamsteed. Knowing it was all a misunderstanding from the young Gryffindor. It had to be. So instead of owling him her Valentine's treat like she did the other professors, the blonde decided to deliver it personally.

Holding the little tin of cookies she moved towards the seating area and looked around. Interesting wasn't it? Turning she made three knocks at the door. Hopefully he was in.

Fidgeting worse than a glitch in a muggle game, Airey opened and closed the white box a billion times over just to make sure that the key was actually in there and he hadn't hallucinated putting it in there or some other reason that his brain was struggling to think up at the moment. She would be done with her lessons for the day soon, which meant she would be in her office, which meant he could finally go down and ask and hopefully not get turned down point bla----

SWEET SOLSTICE!? WAS SHE HERE?! TO SEE HIM?! HE HAD NOT COUNTED ON THIS!

Palms sweating and throat quickly drying out, he stumbled his way towards the door, inhaled deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeply, and pulled it open to see...

"Cassiopeia?" he squeaked. "What an, er, unexpected surprise." He rubbed his palms against his trousers to dry them and failed to notice she had brought something with her. "I mean....hi?"

Had she startled him? Giving him a big smile she hoped she hadn’t. “Oh my, were you expecting someone else? I hope I’m not interrupting. I just had a lesson and needed to speak to you about a student that was saying some things that involved you.” Though she knew they could never be true. A professor was educated and knowledgeable, so she just knew he would never say mean things about someone else’s profession, nor topics of that profession in front of students. Goodness no, he seemed like a nice man for the most part, thinking about that one exception.

“Oh I brought you something.” She pulled the container of cookies out. “Happy Valentine’s Day. I owled the others, but decided since I was coming anyway, I’d hand deliver yours. Great Holiday, Valentine’s Day is, don’t you think? It’s one of my favorites.” What other day did you have the chance to spread love and happiness to others!

After handing over the cookies she waited a moment, “If you can’t speak right now, I could come back.” She really wasn’t sure if she interrupted or if he was just always acting this nervous, surprise, interesting?

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His knitting project was coming along swimmingly, for anyone who cared to know. In fact, he was just putting the finishing touches on his Picard when he heard the knocking. Hmm...a familiar knock at that. There were a few knocks, due to their frequency, that he had come to know. The most obvious, of course, was the knock that belonged to Medea. Then there was Miss Fischer's knock - which he greatly missed hearing, by the way. Miss Cambridge had a distinct knock as well. Mr. Hirase's was more of a pound than a knock, but distinctive none the less. Mr. Tempus too, not the pounding aspect, but the distinctiveness of a knock. His was gentle, like the boy himself. But the one this now, while seeming a bit timid (odd) also had its usual authority about it.

So before he made his way to the door, he prepared a pot of hot water and certain tea while also levitating summoning two cups to his desk.

Set up complete, he made his way towards the door and pulled it open. "Good day, Miss Wisteria," he said almost immediately, briefly eyeing the parchment in her hand. "Come for tea?"

That was... fast.

Even for Flamsteed, you know? She expected to wait a bit longer -a minute or two- but the door was answered within that same minute she had knocked. However, was she even expected?? It almost sounded as if he already knew it was her. She didn't visit that much, did she? For him to be able to recognize a mere knock, that is.

Heh.

Either way, she beamed at the mention of tea, "I actually came with questions that need answers, but I'd love some tea as well." Definitely. He knew which was her favorite, right? Right, he ought to know. "May I come in?" She wouldn't love to have tea outside, you know?

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Had she startled him? Giving him a big smile she hoped she hadn’t. “Oh my, were you expecting someone else? I hope I’m not interrupting. I just had a lesson and needed to speak to you about a student that was saying some things that involved you.” Though she knew they could never be true. A professor was educated and knowledgeable, so she just knew he would never say mean things about someone else’s profession, nor topics of that profession in front of students. Goodness no, he seemed like a nice man for the most part, thinking about that one exception.

“Oh I brought you something.” She pulled the container of cookies out. “Happy Valentine’s Day. I owled the others, but decided since I was coming anyway, I’d hand deliver yours. Great Holiday, Valentine’s Day is, don’t you think? It’s one of my favorites.” What other day did you have the chance to spread love and happiness to others!

After handing over the cookies she waited a moment, “If you can’t speak right now, I could come back.” She really wasn’t sure if she interrupted or if he was just always acting this nervous, surprise, interesting?

Expecting? No. Hoping? Perhaps. Not that he said any of this verbally. He simply continued to stand there looking like a trout out of water while trying not to sweat profusely. He was only mildly successful, by the way. "Oh um, no, um, not really?" he asked rather than responded. Because he hadn't technically been expecting anyone. Although what she said next did cause him to fold his arms across his chest because he was frankly concerned as to why he had been brought up. Surely someone wasn't daft enough to confuse their subjects the other way around, were they? Assuming the woman had taught.......dare he even think the term?.......astrology during her lesson. "Oh?"

Because if that was the case...he want a name so he could throw them in detention.

Recoiling instinctively, both arms up and forming an X in front of his face, Airey leaned back when she was suddenly presenting him with something - you know, could have been another horoscope that he didn't want nor need - only to be surprised by..."Cookies? For me?" he said, blinking with surprise as timid hands reached forward to take them from her. He was not one to turn down baked goods. As long as there was a name attached to them that is. "Is it...the socially acceptable thing to give things to, er, other people on Valentine's Day?"

Honest question. Because he had never given anything on this day until Medea had entered his life.

Right. No. Not the point. Cookies were being a distraction. Why was she here again? Oh yes. Student said something that may earn them a detention. Right. "No, I, um, now would be preferable. Actually. I have, er, plans in an hour." Some more patting of his pocket happened. "Do you, er, need to speak with me in my office? For confidentially purposes?"

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That was... fast.

Even for Flamsteed, you know? She expected to wait a bit longer -a minute or two- but the door was answered within that same minute she had knocked. However, was she even expected?? It almost sounded as if he already knew it was her. She didn't visit that much, did she? For him to be able to recognize a mere knock, that is.

Heh.

Either way, she beamed at the mention of tea, "I actually came with questions that need answers, but I'd love some tea as well." Definitely. He knew which was her favorite, right? Right, he ought to know. "May I come in?" She wouldn't love to have tea outside, you know?

Of course, of course.

Nodding and stepping to the side a bit to hold the door open with his body, he gestured his free hand inside his office. "Of course you may," he chuckled. He was mildly amused that she had asked permission to enter his office. Although he wasn't sure what made it so funny to him. Oh well.

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He was very.. umm.. well.. interesting Cassie had to admit. She couldn't figure out why he was acting so odd, but she just let it go. Everyone was different and could act anyway they wanted to. So the blonde just continued to smile happily towards him as he stumbled over his words. "Yes, it seems you've made quite the impression on this one, but I think she's misunderstood you at some point. I tried to explain to her that I know a man of your education and respect wouldn't be unprofessional with his words in front of students." Cassie had to just laugh about it really, because she just knew it couldn't be true.

Her green eyes widen as he put his arms up in an X, "Are you alright? Do you need to see Cece or is this, well just some sort of tick that happens when people offer you food?" She knew some people just had special things and all. "Yes for you, Valentine's Day is one of my favorite Holidays. I just love to spread happy, positive friendship around during this special day, but don't worry the house elves made the cookies. I can't bake or even cook to save my life." Nope she wasn't in the kitchen much at all.

Glancing around the hall way she tried to decide, "Yes I think your office would be more appropriate. I mean we don't want anyone thinking we gossip about our students or anything like that. " There were ears in the walls around this castle, so best to make sure when a student was concerned all privacy was met.

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He was very.. umm.. well.. interesting Cassie had to admit. She couldn't figure out why he was acting so odd, but she just let it go. Everyone was different and could act anyway they wanted to. So the blonde just continued to smile happily towards him as he stumbled over his words. "Yes, it seems you've made quite the impression on this one, but I think she's misunderstood you at some point. I tried to explain to her that I know a man of your education and respect wouldn't be unprofessional with his words in front of students." Cassie had to just laugh about it really, because she just knew it couldn't be true.

Her green eyes widen as he put his arms up in an X, "Are you alright? Do you need to see Cece or is this, well just some sort of tick that happens when people offer you food?" She knew some people just had special things and all. "Yes for you, Valentine's Day is one of my favorite Holidays. I just love to spread happy, positive friendship around during this special day, but don't worry the house elves made the cookies. I can't bake or even cook to save my life." Nope she wasn't in the kitchen much at all.

Glancing around the hall way she tried to decide, "Yes I think your office would be more appropriate. I mean we don't want anyone thinking we gossip about our students or anything like that. " There were ears in the walls around this castle, so best to make sure when a student was concerned all privacy was met.

She? Well, now he was naturally going through his students in his mind and trying to guess who Cassiopeia had come to speak to him about before she even said the name. If he was rolling with the obvious facts - namely it was someone who clearly had a passion for his subject and felt the need to speak up (against?) something - then that narrowed the field rather significantly. Namely to one Hogwartian and a Gryffindor, but he knew who he was putting his galleons on.

Unprofessional, no. Point out when something was illogical and not scientific fact, yes.

"I see," he nodded in response. He was starting to seriously doubt that there was any misunderstanding on the student's part.

Arms moving back down to his sides, he drummed them against either leg and made popping noises with his mouth three times before speaking. "Me? Fine. Fiiiiiiiine. Nothing that need's Cece's attention," he stammered. And nothing that he felt like discussing now either...for several reasons. And while it was hypocritical to think so, considering what his plans were once he was done here, he failed to understand what was so signification about setting aside just one day to 'spread the love.' If it was really so important, shouldn't it be done every day? Just something that made little logical sense to him, but also thoughts that were kept just as that. "You and me both," he nodded, shaking the small container of cookies.

"I'm rather confident is saying that they already do think that," he mused. "But best not let them overhear it let it the conversation end up somewhere it shouldn't." He then stepped to the side and held the door open for her to step inside.

OOC: you can post inside now :3