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sweetpinkpixie · 12-16-2012, 01:20 PM

Perhaps the first thing you notice as you enter Professor Flamsteed's office is that it is...clean. Ridiculously clean. While he is not exactly obsessive compulsive about cleanliness, Professor Flamsteed highly values organization and keeps everything in a specific location. Needless to say, if one of his quills is at an odd angle ... he will notice. The wood cabinets above his desk are filled with all sorts of reference books on all branches astronomy on the left side while the right side is filled with works of muggle science fiction ranging from Douglas Adams to H.G. Wells to Robert Heinlein and everyone in between. His desk is mostly empty except for some black accents and a comfortable looking pink pillow where the professor's pet rock, Pebbles, is currently resting. Beside this is a plant in a unique looking planter.

On the walls are a few framed pieces of abstract line and paint splatter artwork that Professor Flamsteed has collected over the years along with a drawing given to him by a former student in a black frame just to the left of another large gifted piece of artwork also in a black frame above the sofa. Beside it is yet another drawing, this one signed, in another black frame. There is a black sofa up against one of the walls with a pet house on the floor beside it where Pebbles sleeps when not on the pink pillow on the desk. To the right of the black sofa and is a wooden closet where Professor Flamsteed keeps a few freshly pressed suits from his extensive collection, just in case, and to the left of this is a rather impressive looking tie display case. Located opposite of Professor Flamsteed's desk is yet another display case, but this one is filled with all sorts of muggle science fiction models that he has built and painted himself - a hobby of his when he is not busy teaching, grading, or researching. To the left of this case is what appears to be a muggle telephone booth, but upon further inspection of it you will find Herschel scurrying about within.

OOC: please do not post here without having been invited in by Professor Flamsteed from the waiting area or else risk your post being unceremoniously deleted.

Lockhartian · 09-17-2014, 05:42 AM

Text Cut: Airey :3

If there's one thing she would've loved is starting her university studies next September. Unfortunately, there was no way she could get the muggle tests on time. But it was all okay, there were plenty of things to do and little courses to take in the meantime. Had she gone to Airey at the beginning of last year, then she would've started on this whole thing sooner, though the winter era might've prevented her from owling things and whatnot. ANYWAY..., "The holidays sound excellent!" Quite literally, she couldn't wait for them. So her smile was as genuine as ever!

There. No one will know. Good.

Oh? "It does sound like quite a stellar trip... but... basilisk?" Her eyebrows were raised, and she definitely wanted a bit more insight into this clearly unexpected part of their journey to... wherever they intended on finding. The thing is, she noticed the change in his overall expression. It wasn't difficult to notice, and Lotus was rather good at reading this, so she proceeded with caution. "It wasn't personal, you know, Professor?" she started to say, "But after being locked in the castle for a few months, certain Hogwarts-related activities didn't seem appropriate." Like spending time with people she didn't particularly like or approved of. It makes sense. It had nothing to do with Airey or Medea. At all.

"Our--My trip to Greece was wonderful, though, and Italy, too. The food was excellent. I was never in any danger, and there were no basilisks in sight. I assume no one died in the Hogwarts trip, otherwise I would've heard something about it." Then again, no one had mentioned a basilisk.

More tea-drinking ensued.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-19-2014, 12:32 PM

SPOILER!!: Penelope!

Alright. Lesson learned. Bubble was one of those buzz words with the Ravenclaw. "Not this term, Miss Wright," he said while shaking his head. And any bubble that may be in the future would be entirely optional. But no more thoughts on that for now. He didn't want to reveal his secrets.

Did she say coooooookies? The baking delights still kept coming despite the graduation of Miss Adams! "You did?!" he exclaimed, eyes bright and eager. "That is incredibly kind of you. What kind are they?" He peeked into the tea pot to check on the boiling point of the water. Just about ready for a tea bag...unless she would prefer hot chocolate.

SPOILER!!: Kevin!

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"People find it appealing when one acts vulnerable?" he repeated with a hint of a snort in his voice. He didn't believe that. Being vulnerable had gotten him in to becoming how he was right now. It was a long story, one he didn't particulary liked talking about to others because it was personal but no, he didn't believe him one bit.

But except for the snort and the rolling of his eyes, the third year kept quiet as he listened to what his Head of House had to say more. "Why DOES Zander even want to be my ..my fr.friend?" he asked. "I mean, the first time i saw him i called him a insane weirdo. I used an aguamenti charm on his face AND i blackmailed him in to telling why he was so weird around Bentley and it wasn't until the second blackmail that he told me he had a crush---" O_________________O "YOUDIDN'THEARTHATFROMME!" sorry Zander. Hopefully Flailsteed wasn't that bright and didn't realised what he was about to say. He had to change topic quickly.

The Gryffindor knew that he couldn't leave just yet and walking to the door could earn him points loss, possibly a detention as well and he wasn't in the mood of any of that. He wasn't in the mood to talk as well so he sat back down on the couch, running a hand through his hair and scratching his head in frustration so that when he took the hand away the right side of his hair was sticking out drastically. He didn't care though.

Exercise? now? Kevin groaned and looked from the Professor to the door and back again. "Fine" whatever. He stayed quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how the Professor was thinking about him. "I'm guessing you're dissapointed you have a student like me in your house?" was the first thing he said. He bit his lower lip as he kept his gaze down but then something seemed to change in his eyes as he thought some more. And it wasn't good. His face hardened and his eyes narrowed as he looked up and stared directly at him.

"I also know for a FACT that you do not care about me. You're only doing this because it is your JOB now!" his voice was rising with each sentence and he gripped the seat tightly until his knuckles were turning white. "You never bothered with this kind of talk when Bentley was still Head of House but now that you are you suddenly *want to help me?!*" His face was turning red and he had to take a couple of deep breaths to calm himself. It didn't work though. "I bet SHE put you up to this , didn't she?!" he meant the Headmistress. "Because she couldn't change me during that dumb detention she gave the task to you HUH?!"

He jumped up from the seat. "This is stupid" he said and turned to walk to the door.

Rubbing his temples...Airey really really REALLY wanted to rub his temples when Mr. Hirase started giving a bit of back story to his and Zander's relationship - which sounded like Zander had a lot of Hufflepuff in him and that was why he put up with all of that and still wanted to be his friend. A few other words came to mind, but none of them were the sort that would keep the conversation in a favorable tone.

Ah yes, that was precisely the assumption he had thought that Mr. Hirase would come to - oh how quickly students forget previous convesa----

About that favorable tone? GONE.

"MR. HIRASE," Airey barked, rising from his seat to stand at attention with the fingers of both of his hands pressed firming against the surface of his. The astronomer wasn't going to defend himself, because he knew the truth and if the Gryffindor in front of him was too ignorant to recall the fact that he had come to this office every term and every term the astronomer had given advice and shown patience and listened to the boy. Things that surely could not be said about the majority of staff. "You walk out that door and the only thing that it accomplishes is you giving up on yourself." And no, he wasn't going to try and stop him. It was the third year's choice as to whether or not he wanted to look at the facts instead of acting on his illogical emotional impulses. "And remember, you pushed away. You gave up."

Not the professor. He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't do that to a student. Airey had been on the other end of this. The student that everyone assumed would amount to nothing.

Quaffle to you, Mr. Hirase. Up to you to catch it or miss it.

SPOILER!!: Lottie!

Basilisk? Basilisk.

"Yup," he said, taking another long sip from his cup. Had been quite ironic that the transfer who had read the Greek on the wall had ended up being sorted into Gryffindor. Very fitting. Ha. And he was going to keep the forced kicked cruppy expression on his face for as long as possible. Although it was getting a little difficult seeing how sincere Miss Wisteria was. Not to mention how carefully she was selecting her words.

And her reasoning. Ha. It was even more obvious why her and Miss Cambridge were friends.

"Understandable, although I won't deny I would have liked to have shared the adventure," he winked. He did catch the 'our', but thought nothing of it and instead assumed that it was simply an extension of the globetrotting that her and Miss Cambridge had done over the summer. Although sweet solstice where were students getting the money for all this travel? He had hardly been able to afford going to Space Camp during his day! "And no, no one died."

DuckyLinJi · 09-19-2014, 10:58 PM

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Rubbing his temples...Airey really really REALLY wanted to rub his temples when Mr. Hirase started giving a bit of back story to his and Zander's relationship - which sounded like Zander had a lot of Hufflepuff in him and that was why he put up with all of that and still wanted to be his friend. A few other words came to mind, but none of them were the sort that would keep the conversation in a favorable tone.

Ah yes, that was precisely the assumption he had thought that Mr. Hirase would come to - oh how quickly students forget previous convesa----

About that favorable tone? GONE.

"MR. HIRASE," Airey barked, rising from his seat to stand at attention with the fingers of both of his hands pressed firming against the surface of his. The astronomer wasn't going to defend himself, because he knew the truth and if the Gryffindor in front of him was too ignorant to recall the fact that he had come to this office every term and every term the astronomer had given advice and shown patience and listened to the boy. Things that surely could not be said about the majority of staff. "You walk out that door and the only thing that it accomplishes is you giving up on yourself." And no, he wasn't going to try and stop him. It was the third year's choice as to whether or not he wanted to look at the facts instead of acting on his illogical emotional impulses. "And remember, you pushed away. You gave up."

Not the professor. He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't do that to a student. Airey had been on the other end of this. The student that everyone assumed would amount to nothing.

Quaffle to you, Mr. Hirase. Up to you to catch it or miss it.

His hand was on the door knob, turning it around and already pulling on the door. He set one foot out of the office when his name was barked out. Literally. This caused the Gryffindor to momentarily stop in his track due to shock. Apart from his father, no one had shouted at him like that. He didn't turn around but didn't leave either. He listened and this time the words didn't go one ear in the other ear out.

The doorknob was shaking slightly , not loud but loud enough for Kevin to realise it and he let go of it in the hope that the Professor hadn't heard. His eyes started to sting though he wasn't crying. He wasn't the type to actually cry. Except when they had to drink that guilt potion last year.

"I..." He said in a croaked voice and he couldn't finish his sentence because he had to clear his throat. He looked in front of him, to the seating area. Ahead was the secured safety in which he was comfortable with. Behind him was guidant help.

Safety? help? safety or help? He closed his eyes for a moment, balled his hands in to fists , gritted his teeth , slammed the door shut.......

...............And turned around to look at the Astronomer who had apparently stood up from his seat. "I don't give up" But although he said those words, he still looked back at the door and wanted to run away and just deal with it by himself.

Lockhartian · 09-22-2014, 10:20 PM

Text Cut: Airey XD

Eyebrows raised. Yup. That was quite an answer for a basilisk, you know? And no further information was said on the matter? Okay, we can take a hint. It did sound like quite an adventure, perhaps she'll ask Grayson if he went to the trip, and if he did, then she'll DEFINITELY ask about this.

In the meantime, she'll stick to her tea, and a careful watch of the Professor's expression. No need to worry, it was getting better.

The minute he spoke, she beamed. That was really nice of him, to have wanted Lotus to join. The wink was not needed, by the way, but welcomed. "I'm positive there will be other adventures in the future. Better ones, even." So, this was nothing to be saddened about. Not at all. There's a whole world out there, particularly for those who were leaving Hogwarts veeeeery soon. "That's good news! Though I reckon, leaving Professors aside, I doubt I'd have missed any of the ones who went on the trip, had a death happened." Too much honesty? "I mean, I don't even know who went." Yeah, because that's what she meant.

Lotus was done with her tea, seemed like it was time to go, right?

sweetpinkpixie · 09-26-2014, 03:30 AM

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His hand was on the door knob, turning it around and already pulling on the door. He set one foot out of the office when his name was barked out. Literally. This caused the Gryffindor to momentarily stop in his track due to shock. Apart from his father, no one had shouted at him like that. He didn't turn around but didn't leave either. He listened and this time the words didn't go one ear in the other ear out.

The doorknob was shaking slightly , not loud but loud enough for Kevin to realise it and he let go of it in the hope that the Professor hadn't heard. His eyes started to sting though he wasn't crying. He wasn't the type to actually cry. Except when they had to drink that guilt potion last year.

"I..." He said in a croaked voice and he couldn't finish his sentence because he had to clear his throat. He looked in front of him, to the seating area. Ahead was the secured safety in which he was comfortable with. Behind him was guidant help.

Safety? help? safety or help? He closed his eyes for a moment, balled his hands in to fists , gritted his teeth , slammed the door shut.......

...............And turned around to look at the Astronomer who had apparently stood up from his seat. "I don't give up" But although he said those words, he still looked back at the door and wanted to run away and just deal with it by himself.

He was done standing, or so he decided just now, and only allowed for some of the tension to release from his fingers when he saw Mr. Hirase turn around. He could have done without the slamming of the door, but was willing to overlook that ONLY because the young man said he didn't give up. That he wasn't going to give up. While the astronomer prided himself on being an optimist when it came to human behavior, it was a little difficult to maintain this mentality with someone like Mr. Hirase. Only because of his selective hearing and memory.

He was also having a slight deja vu moment with the whole giving up speech. Something he had said similarly to one of the Valentine twins. It was nice to know he had discovered that the same buzz word that worked on him also worked on students.

Woot?

Airey said nothing and instead gestured towards the seat the Gryffindor had stormed away from only moments ago for him to sit back down so they could continue their conversation. Plus, his nostrils were still flaring a little and any words uttered would have been barked. Quite counterproductive.

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Eyebrows raised. Yup. That was quite an answer for a basilisk, you know? And no further information was said on the matter? Okay, we can take a hint. It did sound like quite an adventure, perhaps she'll ask Grayson if he went to the trip, and if he did, then she'll DEFINITELY ask about this.

In the meantime, she'll stick to her tea, and a careful watch of the Professor's expression. No need to worry, it was getting better.

The minute he spoke, she beamed. That was really nice of him, to have wanted Lotus to join. The wink was not needed, by the way, but welcomed. "I'm positive there will be other adventures in the future. Better ones, even." So, this was nothing to be saddened about. Not at all. There's a whole world out there, particularly for those who were leaving Hogwarts veeeeery soon. "That's good news! Though I reckon, leaving Professors aside, I doubt I'd have missed any of the ones who went on the trip, had a death happened." Too much honesty? "I mean, I don't even know who went." Yeah, because that's what she meant.

Lotus was done with her tea, seemed like it was time to go, right?

Chuckling, Airey finished the remainder of his tea and set the cup down on his desk. "I am sure there will be. Business trips even," he mused as his imagination once again flew to seeing a former student make some sort of great astronomical discovery. While business trips may not seem the most exciting of things to students, they were quite the event. In his unbiased opinion, of course.

He raised an eyebrow at her follow up comment. Awkward. Clearing his throat, he reached for his cup again to take a long sip from it - cover up the lack of a verbal response to the comment and all - only to be reminded that he had literally JUST finished drinking from it moments ago.

More awkward. Stellar.

Fidget.

DuckyLinJi · 09-26-2014, 08:25 PM

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He was done standing, or so he decided just now, and only allowed for some of the tension to release from his fingers when he saw Mr. Hirase turn around. He could have done without the slamming of the door, but was willing to overlook that ONLY because the young man said he didn't give up. That he wasn't going to give up. While the astronomer prided himself on being an optimist when it came to human behavior, it was a little difficult to maintain this mentality with someone like Mr. Hirase. Only because of his selective hearing and memory.

He was also having a slight deja vu moment with the whole giving up speech. Something he had said similarly to one of the Valentine twins. It was nice to know he had discovered that the same buzz word that worked on him also worked on students.

Woot?

Airey said nothing and instead gestured towards the seat the Gryffindor had stormed away from only moments ago for him to sit back down so they could continue their conversation. Plus, his nostrils were still flaring a little and any words uttered would have been barked. Quite counterproductive.

The Professor was angry wasn't he? Kevin didn't like it. It was funny when Culloden got angry at him because ...well, it was just funny but something about Flailsteed wasn't right when he was angry. Maybe because he was usually so cheerful so the change was pretty big.

The third year looked at the seat he was gesturing to and after a few seconds he shuffled to the place. A frown on his face and mumbling words under his breath. Ugh great, not only did he get "talks" at home from his father but now he had to listen to him as well. He unconciously rolled his eyes at his own thoughts and then turned his attention to the Astronomer. "What" he said not in a questionable way before he fixed his gaze to the muggle telephone booth cage.

Lockhartian · 09-28-2014, 05:19 AM

Text Cut: Sorry, Airey XD

BUSINESS.

Business trips could only mean she'd done a marvelous job within the Astronomy world. So Lotus immediately beamed. Not that she doubted this, but having Airey think of her future accomplishments was outstanding. Simply wonderful. "Absolutely!" They were more likely to be business trips, really.

Yes, exactly, there was nothing she could say to make her previous words sound less... less... something. So Lotus wouldn't even dare to clear it all up. Hey, everyone she cared about was fine, that's all that matters.

"Well, I should probably get going and start on my muggle coursework as soon as possible." She nodded, standing up and taking the coursework with her. "Thank you so much for everything, Professor." For the nth time. "See you soon." For lessons, you know? And any question she might have.

And with another winning smile and a nod, she walked towards the door. Out to deal with the muggle side of things. EXCITING!

sweetpinkpixie · 09-29-2014, 01:14 PM

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The Professor was angry wasn't he? Kevin didn't like it. It was funny when Culloden got angry at him because ...well, it was just funny but something about Flailsteed wasn't right when he was angry. Maybe because he was usually so cheerful so the change was pretty big.

The third year looked at the seat he was gesturing to and after a few seconds he shuffled to the place. A frown on his face and mumbling words under his breath. Ugh great, not only did he get "talks" at home from his father but now he had to listen to him as well. He unconciously rolled his eyes at his own thoughts and then turned his attention to the Astronomer. "What" he said not in a questionable way before he fixed his gaze to the muggle telephone booth cage.

Straightening his body so he wasn't hunched over anymore, the astronomer sharply turned his neck to either side to release the tension that had form in his neck with a few cracks. The truth of the matter was that after that outburst - from the both of them - there would be little accomplished today. That much he knew about human behavior.

"I think, Mr. Hirase, that if we wish to continue this chat that we need to do it elsewhere. Somewhere a bit more neutral. Somewhere on the grounds perhaps," he suggested. This was the professor's domain, which automatically put the Gryffindor at a disadvantage of sorts. The defensive feeling stronger and all that. "Do you have a patrticular spot on the grounds that you fancy?"

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BUSINESS.

Business trips could only mean she'd done a marvelous job within the Astronomy world. So Lotus immediately beamed. Not that she doubted this, but having Airey think of her future accomplishments was outstanding. Simply wonderful. "Absolutely!" They were more likely to be business trips, really.

Yes, exactly, there was nothing she could say to make her previous words sound less... less... something. So Lotus wouldn't even dare to clear it all up. Hey, everyone she cared about was fine, that's all that matters.

"Well, I should probably get going and start on my muggle coursework as soon as possible." She nodded, standing up and taking the coursework with her. "Thank you so much for everything, Professor." For the nth time. "See you soon." For lessons, you know? And any question she might have.

And with another winning smile and a nod, she walked towards the door. Out to deal with the muggle side of things. EXCITING!

"Of course," he nodded as he stood from his desk. Manners and all that. He ought to remember to follow them more often. "We'll be in touch."

And he would as well with his contact. You know, he needed to check in too to see how his student was doing.

With a brief wave as Miss Wisteria departed, he enchanted it shut with another flick of his wand and then took a look down at his desk. Should he do some reading...or research...

Neither. He was going to play with his action figures for a bit!

DuckyLinJi · 09-29-2014, 06:21 PM

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Straightening his body so he wasn't hunched over anymore, the astronomer sharply turned his neck to either side to release the tension that had form in his neck with a few cracks. The truth of the matter was that after that outburst - from the both of them - there would be little accomplished today. That much he knew about human behavior.

"I think, Mr. Hirase, that if we wish to continue this chat that we need to do it elsewhere. Somewhere a bit more neutral. Somewhere on the grounds perhaps," he suggested. This was the professor's domain, which automatically put the Gryffindor at a disadvantage of sorts. The defensive feeling stronger and all that. "Do you have a patrticular spot on the grounds that you fancy?"

Continue this chat elsewhere? Kevin turned his attention from the telephone booth to the Professor. He could use some fresh air after all ..this.. clear his mind and maybe it would help him calm down as well. It usually did. So he nodded his head before standing up from the couch.

And then he asked if he had a favourite spot on the grounds and the third year bit his lower lip. Should he tell him about that quiet place he had found in his second year. It wasn't a secret place or anything because he sometimes saw other students there but when he was alone it was a good place to just sit down and do nothing. He narrowed his eyes as he thought before he nodded. The man probably already knew the place anyways......

"There's....there's a place near the Pathways i ...like to go to" he said after a loooong silence. "You're not stealing it right? Cause i'll jinx you!"

sweetpinkpixie · 09-30-2014, 12:42 PM

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Continue this chat elsewhere? Kevin turned his attention from the telephone booth to the Professor. He could use some fresh air after all ..this.. clear his mind and maybe it would help him calm down as well. It usually did. So he nodded his head before standing up from the couch.

And then he asked if he had a favourite spot on the grounds and the third year bit his lower lip. Should he tell him about that quiet place he had found in his second year. It wasn't a secret place or anything because he sometimes saw other students there but when he was alone it was a good place to just sit down and do nothing. He narrowed his eyes as he thought before he nodded. The man probably already knew the place anyways......

"There's....there's a place near the Pathways i ...like to go to" he said after a loooong silence. "You're not stealing it right? Cause i'll jinx you!"

The astronomer was tempted to point out that he could not steal what was not Mr. Hirase's to own, but the man instead chuckled and shook his head. "Nothing of the sort, Mr. Hirase. Let's meet there tomorrow after lunch? Say about...1:30." He wasn't asking, merely informing. He knew Gryffindor's class schedule and knew that there were no lessons scheduled for that time. Nothing until his midnight Astronomy lesson anyway.

Shoulders relaxed and jaw unclenched, he offered the boy a genuine smile. "I'll see you then, Mr. Hirase," he said, and with a flick of his wand the door to his office opened.

DuckyLinJi · 09-30-2014, 02:58 PM

Of course the Professor would pick a time when he was free from classes. He could have picked a morning time when he had classes you know! But the Gryffindor merely nodded his head and walked to the door once it opened. "Alright, And you better bring my hat with you!" he said and walked out of the office.

UGH still no hat.

sweetpinkpixie · 10-01-2014, 02:04 AM

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Of course the Professor would pick a time when he was free from classes. He could have picked a morning time when he had classes you know! But the Gryffindor merely nodded his head and walked to the door once it opened. "Alright, And you better bring my hat with you!" he said and walked out of the office.

UGH still no hat.

Something else Mr. Hirase needed to work on - his listening. If the young man was going to expect his hat to be with the astronomer when they met tomorrow, he was sorely mistaken. Thankfully for Airey, however, the Gryffindor was not much of a cry baby...so at least there would be no tears when he showed up without the hat.

The professor simply waved his hand to the boy as he left. Now he needed to go read some of those 'help' books in dealing with teenagers.

griffin · 10-05-2014, 05:14 AM

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Alright. Lesson learned. Bubble was one of those buzz words with the Ravenclaw. "Not this term, Miss Wright," he said while shaking his head. And any bubble that may be in the future would be entirely optional. But no more thoughts on that for now. He didn't want to reveal his secrets.

Did she say coooooookies? The baking delights still kept coming despite the graduation of Miss Adams! "You did?!" he exclaimed, eyes bright and eager. "That is incredibly kind of you. What kind are they?" He peeked into the tea pot to check on the boiling point of the water. Just about ready for a tea bag...unless she would prefer hot chocolate.

He wasn't going to put her in a bubble. That was good. Calming down, Penelope turned her thoughts to the cookies.

Professor Flamsteed was excited about the cookies! "They are oat flour chocolate chip cookies." Oat flour chocolate chip cookies as in chocolate chip cookies made with oat flour instead of wheat flour. Penelope didn't like baking with wheat flour because of her wheat allergy. You can never be too careful, especially when things could happen, like Peeves making a mess with the flour, or that baby house elf Toddles making flour puff out of bags full of flour. She needed to get more antiallergen potion from the healer. The professor wouldn't mind the oat flour, would he?

sweetpinkpixie · 10-09-2014, 10:51 AM

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He wasn't going to put her in a bubble. That was good. Calming down, Penelope turned her thoughts to the cookies.

Professor Flamsteed was excited about the cookies! "They are oat flour chocolate chip cookies." Oat flour chocolate chip cookies as in chocolate chip cookies made with oat flour instead of wheat flour. Penelope didn't like baking with wheat flour because of her wheat allergy. You can never be too careful, especially when things could happen, like Peeves making a mess with the flour, or that baby house elf Toddles making flour puff out of bags full of flour. She needed to get more antiallergen potion from the healer. The professor wouldn't mind the oat flour, would he?

He blinked a few times at the mention of oat, but his fingers did not stop eagerly wiggling in the direction of the baked goods. "Oat? That is certainly a unique ingredient....isn't it?" He actually had no idea what all went into cookies - just ask Miss Greenwell...oh wait, one couldn't do that because she had graduated. "I am sure they taste delicious just the same."

Stellar. He may have just found his new baked goodies delivery student. He had been missing one since Miss Adams had graduated!

Airey was just about to check on the tea once again, when Hershel came scurrying out from under the sofa and wiggled his way up on to the desk and *WHACK* knocked the tea pot right off the desk with his rear and on to the floor.

"URAUGH! HERSHEL! BAD FERRET!" he scolded the creature as it scurried away and back under the sofa. "Terribly sorry about that..." Guess there was no tea today.

griffin · 10-10-2014, 05:10 AM

SPOILER!!: Professor Flamsteed

Flamsteed seemed confused about the oat flour. Oh. He didn't know about her wheat allergy or how she never baked with wheat flour. "The cookies don't have wheat flour in them." She didn't expect him to know much about oat flour, but was he unfamiliar with cookies with oats in them? Not even oatmeal cookies? It was likely that he wasn't used to wheat free baking with different kinds of flours. He didn't have to know all about baking and wheat free flours to enjoy the cookies, and he was certainly going to get more cookies from her in the future if he liked them.

Penelope smiled at the professor. He was going to be very excited when he found out how often she liked to bake cookies. From now on she was going to bake cookies for Professor Flamsteed. "What's your favorite kind of cookie? Is there anything that you don't like?" This would be important to know so she could decide what kinds of cookies to bake in the future. One more important question... "When is your birthday?" Penelope baked cookies for birthdays and holidays, for anyone by request, and was going to regularly bake for professors starting right now.

What was the ferret doing on-? Hershel knocked the tea pot on to the floor and disappeared under the sofa. Really? He came over here just to knock over the tea pot? "Hershel!" Looked like they wouldn't be having tea, not to mention the tea pot that had fallen on the floor. "Need any help with that, professor?" That ferret seriously needed to learn not to knock over tea pots filled with boiling water.

sweetpinkpixie · 10-11-2014, 01:48 PM

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Flamsteed seemed confused about the oat flour. Oh. He didn't know about her wheat allergy or how she never baked with wheat flour. "The cookies don't have wheat flour in them." She didn't expect him to know much about oat flour, but was he unfamiliar with cookies with oats in them? Not even oatmeal cookies? It was likely that he wasn't used to wheat free baking with different kinds of flours. He didn't have to know all about baking and wheat free flours to enjoy the cookies, and he was certainly going to get more cookies from her in the future if he liked them.

Penelope smiled at the professor. He was going to be very excited when he found out how often she liked to bake cookies. From now on she was going to bake cookies for Professor Flamsteed. "What's your favorite kind of cookie? Is there anything that you don't like?" This would be important to know so she could decide what kinds of cookies to bake in the future. One more important question... "When is your birthday?" Penelope baked cookies for birthdays and holidays, for anyone by request, and was going to regularly bake for professors starting right now.

What was the ferret doing on-? Hershel knocked the tea pot on to the floor and disappeared under the sofa. Really? He came over here just to knock over the tea pot? "Hershel!" Looked like they wouldn't be having tea, not to mention the tea pot that had fallen on the floor. "Need any help with that, professor?" That ferret seriously needed to learn not to knock over tea pots filled with boiling water.

Interesting...and somewhat healthy? The thought of cookies being healthy was an amusing one, but if he could pawn it off as an excuse to eat more than all the better. Even if perhaps said logic was a bit skewed and not....well...entirely logical.

"My favorite kind..." he said as he leaned back into his seat a bit. "Not sure that I have a favorite to be entirely honest. If it's a baked delight, chances are that I will be eating it." And then he was a bit taken aback, not in a bad way, by her question. Had a student ever come right out and asked that information before? He knew of some in the past that had been their own kind of secret agent and found out the information through other means, but very VERY few had asked him personally. "December 4th." Was he supposed to return the favor and ask her? He was wary about knowing that sort of information.

Grumbling and throwing LOOKS over at the sofa, the astronomer removed his wand from his enchanted pocket and waved it over the spill. "No no, nothing Tergeo can't fix," he nodded as he cleaned up the mess. "Unless you are particularly gifted with creatures that is. I've never been very good with them myself and Hershel's behavior suffers because of it. I can't train him properly."

feeheeheeny · 11-14-2014, 05:31 AM

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"Of course, professor. I'll let you know straight away." Soph sounded genuine, though she was certain she wouldn't remember the shop name and, even if she did, she didn't think it would really be worth sharing. Flamsteed would probably forget all about this conversation anyway, wouldn't he? She wouldn't stress over it.

Then he was building up her ego and Soph couldn't help but eat it up - receiving praise from someone she held in such high esteem was the best medicine for her soul, certainly, and her eyes shone brightly with the utmost delight. "Thank you, professor. I'm not an artist artist - you remember that silly get-well card I made for you a few years back, don't you?" she laughed. "But I like it as a... creative outlet of sorts. S'a lotta fun, if nothing else. And baking makes me feel closer to Cat, even though she's gone." The briefest expression of sadness crossed Sophie's face, but as soon as it had appeared, it was replaced by a smile. She knew better than to show any negative sort of emotions in front of this particular professor.

"Friendship is the worst, isn't it? These people trying to make us love them and feel things. Emotions." She scoffed at the word, a grin on her face. "It's a trap." Her tone was very light, clearly in jest and trying to appeal to Flamsteed's... err... logical, straight-forward approach to life. And his hinting to her bringing sweets to the next yearbook meeting didn't pass her notice, but she didn't comment on it - best to catch him unsuspecting again, right?

A bit cautiously, Sophie took the invitation to enter and walked inside the office, offering a polite, "Thanks," to him for holding the door open for her. There was a LOT to see and take in as she moved further inside, and her wide brown eyes scanned the entirety of the room, occasionally stopping to concentrate on something, but she was the most interested in the professor's pet rock. Perfect segue into the conversation she wanted to have.

"I'm glad you got Pebbles back, professor. Tobes was super valiant and heroic in that rescue, y'would've been really proud." Pause. "Err, that's Mr. Tempus to you, sorry. He's a delight, isn't he?" Probably Flamsteed's favorite student behind Wisteria and Cambridge, she guessed.

sweetpinkpixie · 11-15-2014, 07:52 PM

SPOILER!!: the SHIFTY cutiepatootie <3

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

"Of course, professor. I'll let you know straight away." Soph sounded genuine, though she was certain she wouldn't remember the shop name and, even if she did, she didn't think it would really be worth sharing. Flamsteed would probably forget all about this conversation anyway, wouldn't he? She wouldn't stress over it.

Then he was building up her ego and Soph couldn't help but eat it up - receiving praise from someone she held in such high esteem was the best medicine for her soul, certainly, and her eyes shone brightly with the utmost delight. "Thank you, professor. I'm not an artist artist - you remember that silly get-well card I made for you a few years back, don't you?" she laughed. "But I like it as a... creative outlet of sorts. S'a lotta fun, if nothing else. And baking makes me feel closer to Cat, even though she's gone." The briefest expression of sadness crossed Sophie's face, but as soon as it had appeared, it was replaced by a smile. She knew better than to show any negative sort of emotions in front of this particular professor.

"Friendship is the worst, isn't it? These people trying to make us love them and feel things. Emotions." She scoffed at the word, a grin on her face. "It's a trap." Her tone was very light, clearly in jest and trying to appeal to Flamsteed's... err... logical, straight-forward approach to life. And his hinting to her bringing sweets to the next yearbook meeting didn't pass her notice, but she didn't comment on it - best to catch him unsuspecting again, right?

A bit cautiously, Sophie took the invitation to enter and walked inside the office, offering a polite, "Thanks," to him for holding the door open for her. There was a LOT to see and take in as she moved further inside, and her wide brown eyes scanned the entirety of the room, occasionally stopping to concentrate on something, but she was the most interested in the professor's pet rock. Perfect segue into the conversation she wanted to have.

"I'm glad you got Pebbles back, professor. Tobes was super valiant and heroic in that rescue, y'would've been really proud." Pause. "Err, that's Mr. Tempus to you, sorry. He's a delight, isn't he?" Probably Flamsteed's favorite student behind Wisteria and Cambridge, she guessed.

Name situation under control, and he was quite looking forward to being able to add another muggle hobby shop to his list of usual browsing locations, he stepped into his office following the Ravenclaw and gently closed the door behind them so as not to wake Hershel - who was currently curled up in a ball fast asleep in his phone booth cage.

"Well, I certainly encourage this particular creative outlet," he chuckled as he approached his seat and lifted the lid on the tea pot. He had read about the concept of participating in activities that made you feel closer to someone you admired and, truth be told, that was precisely why he had become interested in the subject of Astronomy. Some found his particular interest a bit questionable due to it being based primarily on individuals from fiction. "Whatever keeps you, motivated."

And hey, if he got to benefit from stellar looking (and hopefully tasting) baked goods...then ALL the BETTER!

"And I do remember your card, Miss Brown. I have it tucked away in my office back home," he winked. They had been kept in his office until the Christmas holidays, but the whole Professor Hooksteed situation had made him do some preemptive spring cleaning. It had been a stellar distraction.

And then his perceptive of the Ravenclaw was turned completely on its head. One did not become so close with a Hufflepuff (in this case, Mr. Tempus) with that sort of thinking. Although her tone implied that she was, perhaps, being sarcastic. Then again, knowing Ravenclaws and their eccentric nature, it was hard to tell. "I don't know about that, Miss Brown. Even Spock understood the value and significance of friendship. I wold hate for you to deprive yourself of the revelation of all that you could accomplish with connections to others, of friendships that will define you both in ways you cannot yet realize."

Just to paraphrase a bit of Spock - although not from the version of Star Trek he preferred.

Throwing her another salute, the astronomer made eyes towards the sofa and the his desk. Which was the more suitable location for their conversation? "How do you take your tea, Miss Brown?" he asked, checking the tea pot again and ultimately letting her decide where to sit and thus dictating the tone of the conversation. OH YES! Pebbles. Airey beamed and pat his pet rock fondly on top of her head. "He saved her life and I am eternally grateful," he nodded. It had been terrifying for the astronomer to have no recollection of where she had gone an no solar eclipses occurring to test his luck again with a summoning charm as he had done in the past. And he WAS incredibly proud, but surely the twinkle in his eyes translated that feeling without the need for words.

feeheeheeny · 11-17-2014, 09:30 PM

Text Cut: He is the best. ;____;

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Name situation under control, and he was quite looking forward to being able to add another muggle hobby shop to his list of usual browsing locations, he stepped into his office following the Ravenclaw and gently closed the door behind them so as not to wake Hershel - who was currently curled up in a ball fast asleep in his phone booth cage.

"Well, I certainly encourage this particular creative outlet," he chuckled as he approached his seat and lifted the lid on the tea pot. He had read about the concept of participating in activities that made you feel closer to someone you admired and, truth be told, that was precisely why he had become interested in the subject of Astronomy. Some found his particular interest a bit questionable due to it being based primarily on individuals from fiction. "Whatever keeps you, motivated."

And hey, if he got to benefit from stellar looking (and hopefully tasting) baked goods...then ALL the BETTER!

"And I do remember your card, Miss Brown. I have it tucked away in my office back home," he winked. They had been kept in his office until the Christmas holidays, but the whole Professor Hooksteed situation had made him do some preemptive spring cleaning. It had been a stellar distraction.

And then his perceptive of the Ravenclaw was turned completely on its head. One did not become so close with a Hufflepuff (in this case, Mr. Tempus) with that sort of thinking. Although her tone implied that she was, perhaps, being sarcastic. Then again, knowing Ravenclaws and their eccentric nature, it was hard to tell. "I don't know about that, Miss Brown. Even Spock understood the value and significance of friendship. I wold hate for you to deprive yourself of the revelation of all that you could accomplish with connections to others, of friendships that will define you both in ways you cannot yet realize."

Just to paraphrase a bit of Spock - although not from the version of Star Trek he preferred.

Throwing her another salute, the astronomer made eyes towards the sofa and the his desk. Which was the more suitable location for their conversation? "How do you take your tea, Miss Brown?" he asked, checking the tea pot again and ultimately letting her decide where to sit and thus dictating the tone of the conversation. OH YES! Pebbles. Airey beamed and pat his pet rock fondly on top of her head. "He saved her life and I am eternally grateful," he nodded. It had been terrifying for the astronomer to have no recollection of where she had gone an no solar eclipses occurring to test his luck again with a summoning charm as he had done in the past. And he WAS incredibly proud, but surely the twinkle in his eyes translated that feeling without the need for words.

He... still... had her card?

WIBBLE.

Soph tried NOT to be a big baby about that, but that DID get to her, so she turned and looked to the complete other side of the man's office so he wouldn't see how close she was coming to crying happy tears. No, no - she COULDN'T let him see that, so all she said in reply was, "That's really nice, that you keep that kind of stuff. I like the artwork from your students on the walls here, too." Casual conversation to keep her from being an emotional wreck was the safe way to go, and soon enough, she had gained her composure fully. No wibbly lips and NO TEARS.

...Flamsteed was taking her awfully serious, though, when she thought she was very obviously joking. When the man was finished lecturing her, she couldn't help but turn to him and laugh, shaking her head in protest. "I was just kidding, professor. Friendship and interpersonal relationships are my top priority in life, closely followed by my school work and knowledge and all my aspirations. I'd do just about anything for a friend, even if it meant it might interfere with other things I want. Nothing's more important to me." Just so he knew.

Following his gaze to their seating options, Sophie stopped to consider them briefly - she always felt like she was in a professional sort of setting with Flamsteed, but she WAS curious about whether or not he would break down some of his walls and ever talk to her like an equal rather than a student. The sofa seemed like the option to go to if she wanted to achieve the latter, and considering the topic of their forthcoming conversation... Soph actually thought that might be a good idea. Less formal might make the conversation a lot less awkward, so she strolled over to it and sat down. "I'll actually pass on the tea, thank you." She would feel too guilty about drinking the man's tea if the conversation went undesirably awry at any point.

Saved her life. Eternally grateful. For the briefest of moments, Soph thought about that Muggle Disney movie, Toy Story, and considered asking if it was an intentional reference - could have been, couldn't it, since it had to do with space rangers and aliens? - but didn't want to steer off the intended course she wanted the conversation to take today. Though that DID remind her that she wanted to ask the professor's opinion about aliens. Maybe... maybe she could do that later, if things didn't get too uncomfortable.

"D'you remember anything that happened during that class, professor? Anything at all?" Her tone was light and very, very cautious, as she had a very great feeling Flamsteed didn't want to even so much as think about that day. But it was IMPORTANT to her to find out.

"I'm just wondering because... I dunno, I know when Professor Botros was King Triton from The Little Mermaid story during his class, somehow he knew about runes and was telling people to use runes to find stuff, and to ME, it seemed like..." cue the vague hand gestures, "Botros was still in there, y'know? And the King Triton guy was... I dunno, maybe... channeling him subconsciously or something? So I was just wondering if... I dunno, you think there's any possibility you were still in there, too, like... if Captain Hook was able to channel you at all, y'know what I mean? I mean, OBVIOUSLY it couldn't have been that strong, given all of what happened and the state of your laboratory at the end of class, but... just..." She shrugged. "Just wanna know... what you think, and if y'can remember anything at all, even like... a blur of stuff."

Was he going to yell at her for bringing it up?

SarcasticStrawberry · 11-18-2014, 10:02 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Oooooooooooh, something from the National Space Centre...OOOOOOOOOOOH. Although the man did feel a bit guilty that the Gryffindor had spent her money on him rather than herself. His vision for the little field trip had been one of selfish personal scientific inquiry for all those who had participated, so this took him off guard a little. Not necessarily in a bad way, of course, but still a way that made him just a tiny bit squirmy.

Gift still pressed to his ear, the astronomer took a smell step to the side and used his body to hold the door open. "Be careful and watch your feet. Hershel is scurrying around at the moment." Which meant that he would have to go over his entire office, hands and knees, with a lint roller once the ferret had been put back in his cage.

OOC: you can post in the office now <3 WELCOME!

So she was actually pretty excited about going into a professors office. And she wasn't going for something bad. WOW. This was actually kind of cool. It really wasn't that bad getting on a more personal level with professors. Was it?

She stepped into the office. Well it was nice very. Nice. "Nice office, Professor Ariey."

And ahhhhh Hershel? Who was Hershel? "Okay. That's a Ohhhhh a pet?" Maybe a real pet not a rock? Not the pet rocks were a bad thing. They were clearly a easy pet to have. Where was he? She wanted to meet this Hershel pet.

She could sit down here in this chair, right? She took a seat anyway. He did invite her in and the polite thing to do was to stay a while now. She looked up at the professor. "It's not ticking, is it?" She added a little laugh. Of course it wasn't. But the way Ariey was acting you'd think that he was listening to it tick. "Open it!" She smiled, like a kido on Christmas. She wanted to see if he liked it.

sweetpinkpixie · 11-19-2014, 08:10 PM

SPOILER!!: Sophie & her stellar internal thoughts :3

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

He... still... had her card?

WIBBLE.

Soph tried NOT to be a big baby about that, but that DID get to her, so she turned and looked to the complete other side of the man's office so he wouldn't see how close she was coming to crying happy tears. No, no - she COULDN'T let him see that, so all she said in reply was, "That's really nice, that you keep that kind of stuff. I like the artwork from your students on the walls here, too." Casual conversation to keep her from being an emotional wreck was the safe way to go, and soon enough, she had gained her composure fully. No wibbly lips and NO TEARS.

...Flamsteed was taking her awfully serious, though, when she thought she was very obviously joking. When the man was finished lecturing her, she couldn't help but turn to him and laugh, shaking her head in protest. "I was just kidding, professor. Friendship and interpersonal relationships are my top priority in life, closely followed by my school work and knowledge and all my aspirations. I'd do just about anything for a friend, even if it meant it might interfere with other things I want. Nothing's more important to me." Just so he knew.

Following his gaze to their seating options, Sophie stopped to consider them briefly - she always felt like she was in a professional sort of setting with Flamsteed, but she WAS curious about whether or not he would break down some of his walls and ever talk to her like an equal rather than a student. The sofa seemed like the option to go to if she wanted to achieve the latter, and considering the topic of their forthcoming conversation... Soph actually thought that might be a good idea. Less formal might make the conversation a lot less awkward, so she strolled over to it and sat down. "I'll actually pass on the tea, thank you." She would feel too guilty about drinking the man's tea if the conversation went undesirably awry at any point.

Saved her life. Eternally grateful. For the briefest of moments, Soph thought about that Muggle Disney movie, Toy Story, and considered asking if it was an intentional reference - could have been, couldn't it, since it had to do with space rangers and aliens? - but didn't want to steer off the intended course she wanted the conversation to take today. Though that DID remind her that she wanted to ask the professor's opinion about aliens. Maybe... maybe she could do that later, if things didn't get too uncomfortable.

"D'you remember anything that happened during that class, professor? Anything at all?" Her tone was light and very, very cautious, as she had a very great feeling Flamsteed didn't want to even so much as think about that day. But it was IMPORTANT to her to find out.

"I'm just wondering because... I dunno, I know when Professor Botros was King Triton from The Little Mermaid story during his class, somehow he knew about runes and was telling people to use runes to find stuff, and to ME, it seemed like..." cue the vague hand gestures, "Botros was still in there, y'know? And the King Triton guy was... I dunno, maybe... channeling him subconsciously or something? So I was just wondering if... I dunno, you think there's any possibility you were still in there, too, like... if Captain Hook was able to channel you at all, y'know what I mean? I mean, OBVIOUSLY it couldn't have been that strong, given all of what happened and the state of your laboratory at the end of class, but... just..." She shrugged. "Just wanna know... what you think, and if y'can remember anything at all, even like... a blur of stuff."

Was he going to yell at her for bringing it up?

Nice...was one term to describe his process he supposed. Although his primary objective was not to be nice, but to keep a thorough record of his career and those who walked in and out of the doors of his classroom. "But of course," he chuckled, as if the sheer thought of throwing such things away was completely absurd. "The archives room in my home is a proper vault of information and documents. I like to look back through files after returning home at the end of term and compare first assignments with last and everything in between. Allows me to gauge just how much progress a student has made and puts my mind at ease about their future." Well, most anyone. Sometimes he found himself more concerned when comparing. Not everyone could be a perfect success story, after all.

But generally speaking, it was an uplifting few hours in the archives room.

"Oh, well, that is stellar to hear," he smiled at the Ravenclaw. "Means that I did not misjudge your character. You had me worried there for a moment." He moved as though he were going to give her a pat on the shoulder, but the previous times he had test out the gesture had only earned him awkward glances and a tingly hand....and thus his arm returned to hanging loosely by his side.

Following her over to the sofa with his pot of tea and two cups, hovering beside him that is, he levitated them gracefully to the surface of the coffee table and was just about to sit down when Miss Brown when she declined the offer of tea. "I have hot chocolate and some of Med---- Professor Romanos' exotic blend of chai if that sounds more appealing," he offered. Although the hot chocolate was usually reserved for Miss Cambridge. He had read somewhere that it was sometimes considered socially unacceptable to drink when your guest or visitor was not.

Summoning the other options to the table, the professor relaxed into his seat opposite of the Ravenclaw and pursed his lips at her question. It was a topic that he had discussed in great length with some, namely Medea, but never fully with his students. But, seeing how many had been effected over the course of the term...it was about time that he did so. Especially since it seemed like this Ravenclaw was conducting her own sort of investigation. "Honestly, Miss Brown, I can't tell you that I remember much about the weeks prior to the lesson either. I remember very clearly going into the Gryffindor common room to set up a bit of shrunken head bowling for some gobstones practice...." It made sense in his head, alright? "...and while I was setting up with Mr. Atreyu and Miss Valentine, there was a bright light and then a few students were all huddled around a beautiful looking old book...which I snatched out of the hands of Miss Xanthopoulos....and then the next thing I knew I was locked in the supply closet in the astrophysics laboratory covered in goo."

He paused for a moment and leaned back in his seat, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he picked at his own brain. "If I had to describe things, I am afraid that dreamlike is the only one that comes to mind." Which was hardly an expressive term and rather subjective. "There are bits and pieces...but all of the negative things students and staff have informed me of...I have no recollection of. Only positive feelings."

He would also very much like to know how in Orion's name this Professor Hooksteed conducted any sort of a lesson. Which apparently it still was that, a lesson of some sort.

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Originally Posted by Saraie

So she was actually pretty excited about going into a professors office. And she wasn't going for something bad. WOW. This was actually kind of cool. It really wasn't that bad getting on a more personal level with professors. Was it?

She stepped into the office. Well it was nice very. Nice. "Nice office, Professor Ariey."

And ahhhhh Hershel? Who was Hershel? "Okay. That's a Ohhhhh a pet?" Maybe a real pet not a rock? Not the pet rocks were a bad thing. They were clearly a easy pet to have. Where was he? She wanted to meet this Hershel pet.

She could sit down here in this chair, right? She took a seat anyway. He did invite her in and the polite thing to do was to stay a while now. She looked up at the professor. "It's not ticking, is it?" She added a little laugh. Of course it wasn't. But the way Ariey was acting you'd think that he was listening to it tick. "Open it!" She smiled, like a kido on Christmas. She wanted to see if he liked it.

Shutting the door behind them, Airey strolled past Hershel's cage and over to his tea pot. "I am please you find it aesthetically pleasing," he chuckled. "Most when they enter seem a bit startled by it." Namely how clean it was. Did they really suspect anything less?

"My second pet," he said, gesturing towards the phone booth cage. "Professor Romanos helped me pick him out, although I am still not the best care giver for a ferret." Speaking of which...where was the critter? Hopefully not nestled in the cushions of the sofa again.

Looking first at the present and then back to the Gryffindor, he threw a boyish grin on his face and sat down opposite her. "Seems safe enough," he mused before removing the lid from the box and peeking inside. "That wasn't a jab at this whole Hooksteed fiasco, was it?" He actually drew his attention to the contents of the box, and his blue eyes lit up like a supernova. "A NOVELTY TIE!? MISS BAYLESS! THIS IS STELLER! I need to save it for a special occasion...will the end of term feast suffice?" he asked as he swiftly pulled it out of the box and held it over the tie he currently wore to model it.

feeheeheeny · 11-23-2014, 07:34 AM

Text Cut: ;_____;

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Nice...was one term to describe his process he supposed. Although his primary objective was not to be nice, but to keep a thorough record of his career and those who walked in and out of the doors of his classroom. "But of course," he chuckled, as if the sheer thought of throwing such things away was completely absurd. "The archives room in my home is a proper vault of information and documents. I like to look back through files after returning home at the end of term and compare first assignments with last and everything in between. Allows me to gauge just how much progress a student has made and puts my mind at ease about their future." Well, most anyone. Sometimes he found himself more concerned when comparing. Not everyone could be a perfect success story, after all.

But generally speaking, it was an uplifting few hours in the archives room.

"Oh, well, that is stellar to hear," he smiled at the Ravenclaw. "Means that I did not misjudge your character. You had me worried there for a moment." He moved as though he were going to give her a pat on the shoulder, but the previous times he had test out the gesture had only earned him awkward glances and a tingly hand....and thus his arm returned to hanging loosely by his side.

Following her over to the sofa with his pot of tea and two cups, hovering beside him that is, he levitated them gracefully to the surface of the coffee table and was just about to sit down when Miss Brown when she declined the offer of tea. "I have hot chocolate and some of Med---- Professor Romanos' exotic blend of chai if that sounds more appealing," he offered. Although the hot chocolate was usually reserved for Miss Cambridge. He had read somewhere that it was sometimes considered socially unacceptable to drink when your guest or visitor was not.

Summoning the other options to the table, the professor relaxed into his seat opposite of the Ravenclaw and pursed his lips at her question. It was a topic that he had discussed in great length with some, namely Medea, but never fully with his students. But, seeing how many had been effected over the course of the term...it was about time that he did so. Especially since it seemed like this Ravenclaw was conducting her own sort of investigation. "Honestly, Miss Brown, I can't tell you that I remember much about the weeks prior to the lesson either. I remember very clearly going into the Gryffindor common room to set up a bit of shrunken head bowling for some gobstones practice...." It made sense in his head, alright? "...and while I was setting up with Mr. Atreyu and Miss Valentine, there was a bright light and then a few students were all huddled around a beautiful looking old book...which I snatched out of the hands of Miss Xanthopoulos....and then the next thing I knew I was locked in the supply closet in the astrophysics laboratory covered in goo."

He paused for a moment and leaned back in his seat, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he picked at his own brain. "If I had to describe things, I am afraid that dreamlike is the only one that comes to mind." Which was hardly an expressive term and rather subjective. "There are bits and pieces...but all of the negative things students and staff have informed me of...I have no recollection of. Only positive feelings."

He would also very much like to know how in Orion's name this Professor Hooksteed conducted any sort of a lesson. Which apparently it still was that, a lesson of some sort.

The man had... a whole archives ROOM of little notes and treasures like that? Merlin. "That's... kind of... terrifying." She laughed a little nervously and rubbed at the back of her neck under her hair, "So... you have every... assignment I've ever written? Saved?" Her expression had mellowed considerably, but after a long pause, she laughed properly. "Bet those provide a good laugh for ya." She fully acknowledged that her homework assignments were always overly wordy and... probably a little strange. Heheheh.

Worried? About her? "Y'don't ever need to worry about me, professor. I'd like to think I've got a good head on my shoulders, and not a bad heart to match." Though she mostly owed the latter to her friendships with Cat, Mo, and Tobes, who had softened her heart considerably since her first term at Hogwarts. "S'a dynamite combination, really. One you've seemed to master yourself." Though she was certain he had much more brainpower than he did a soft heart. Not that that was a bad thing.

His retracted shoulder-patting gesture unnoticed, Sophie leaned forward eagerly at the mention of hot chocolate. "That's more like it - thanks," she beamed gratefully, helping herself to the drink generously and cozying back on the couch with her mug cupped in both hands. While Flamsteed reacted to her presented topic of conversation, she scrutinized his reaction, taking a cautious sip of the beverage as she did so, and tried to look much less nervous than she felt. The bit about shrunken head bowling for gobstones practice made her snort a little, but she quickly cleared her throat to try to cover up that she was laughing at him - by his expression, he didn't seem to be joking on the matter - and she squinted, peering at him long and hard. Yes, yes, the blasted book that was trying to ruin everyone's lives. She knew about that.

"I see," she murmured when he gave his conclusion, bringing the mug's rim back up to her lips to take another sip of her hot chocolate while she processed everything. "I'm sorry that happened to you, professor. You didn't deserve that, nor did your classroom or your belongings or Pebbles. M'sorry you had to... y'know, deal with any of it. Can't even imagine." She was grateful it hadn't happened to her, but even still, if it HAD happened to her, she was certain the effects couldn't have been as bad as if she were a respectable, prim-and-proper professor like Flamsteed.

She really did feel terribly for him. But... she had something for which she needed clarification. "Professor... random question, if you don't mind me asking... d'you think... that everyone is replaceable in our lives? Like... we could always find someone else to fill a certain role, like a friendship, or... find someone else to fill a hole in our hearts someone else left? No matter how important the person was to you?"

Sophie wasn't looking at the man at all as she spoke - instead, her gaze was fixed upon her mug. "Like... okay, for EXAMPLE, when you were Captain Hook, you didn't have your ONE TRUE SMEE, so you had... replacements. And they were good enough for you, even though in the STORY, Smee is like... Captain Hook's one true love, practically, like the captain can't even FUNCTION without him, really, y'know? And YOU said... err, the Captain HOOK version of you said... EVERYONE is replaceable... and you said..." she squinted hard at the mug, "more specifically... insinuated that Tobes is replaceable. Like... he was disposable, people could replace him at the drop of a hat or whatever." Her expression somber, she finally peeled her gaze up to lock with with Flamsteed's. "D'you really think everyone is replaceable in our lives like that? Or was that... just... Hook?"

sweetpinkpixie · 11-26-2014, 08:16 AM

SPOILER!!: hits a thick brick wall of feeeeeeeeeeeeeeels

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

The man had... a whole archives ROOM of little notes and treasures like that? Merlin. "That's... kind of... terrifying." She laughed a little nervously and rubbed at the back of her neck under her hair, "So... you have every... assignment I've ever written? Saved?" Her expression had mellowed considerably, but after a long pause, she laughed properly. "Bet those provide a good laugh for ya." She fully acknowledged that her homework assignments were always overly wordy and... probably a little strange. Heheheh.

Worried? About her? "Y'don't ever need to worry about me, professor. I'd like to think I've got a good head on my shoulders, and not a bad heart to match." Though she mostly owed the latter to her friendships with Cat, Mo, and Tobes, who had softened her heart considerably since her first term at Hogwarts. "S'a dynamite combination, really. One you've seemed to master yourself." Though she was certain he had much more brainpower than he did a soft heart. Not that that was a bad thing.

His retracted shoulder-patting gesture unnoticed, Sophie leaned forward eagerly at the mention of hot chocolate. "That's more like it - thanks," she beamed gratefully, helping herself to the drink generously and cozying back on the couch with her mug cupped in both hands. While Flamsteed reacted to her presented topic of conversation, she scrutinized his reaction, taking a cautious sip of the beverage as she did so, and tried to look much less nervous than she felt. The bit about shrunken head bowling for gobstones practice made her snort a little, but she quickly cleared her throat to try to cover up that she was laughing at him - by his expression, he didn't seem to be joking on the matter - and she squinted, peering at him long and hard. Yes, yes, the blasted book that was trying to ruin everyone's lives. She knew about that.

"I see," she murmured when he gave his conclusion, bringing the mug's rim back up to her lips to take another sip of her hot chocolate while she processed everything. "I'm sorry that happened to you, professor. You didn't deserve that, nor did your classroom or your belongings or Pebbles. M'sorry you had to... y'know, deal with any of it. Can't even imagine." She was grateful it hadn't happened to her, but even still, if it HAD happened to her, she was certain the effects couldn't have been as bad as if she were a respectable, prim-and-proper professor like Flamsteed.

She really did feel terribly for him. But... she had something for which she needed clarification. "Professor... random question, if you don't mind me asking... d'you think... that everyone is replaceable in our lives? Like... we could always find someone else to fill a certain role, like a friendship, or... find someone else to fill a hole in our hearts someone else left? No matter how important the person was to you?"

Sophie wasn't looking at the man at all as she spoke - instead, her gaze was fixed upon her mug. "Like... okay, for EXAMPLE, when you were Captain Hook, you didn't have your ONE TRUE SMEE, so you had... replacements. And they were good enough for you, even though in the STORY, Smee is like... Captain Hook's one true love, practically, like the captain can't even FUNCTION without him, really, y'know? And YOU said... err, the Captain HOOK version of you said... EVERYONE is replaceable... and you said..." she squinted hard at the mug, "more specifically... insinuated that Tobes is replaceable. Like... he was disposable, people could replace him at the drop of a hat or whatever." Her expression somber, she finally peeled her gaze up to lock with with Flamsteed's. "D'you really think everyone is replaceable in our lives like that? Or was that... just... Hook?"

Terrifying? Airey couldn't help himself and ended up snorting loudly and exhaling so much are so suddenly that his nose hurt a little. "Well, some would argue that this method is borderline hording," he chuckled as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Did he have a good laugh over assignments? On the occasion, certainly. Quite often from the hand of the very Ravenclaw in front of him. Miss Cambridge also was capable of making the professor laugh as did Mr. Whitlock and Mr. Tempus. But it was never because what they said was so wrong it was laughable. He had learned, from personal experience as a student himself, to not laugh in the face of an attempt at learning. He didn't actually reply to her, however, and instead settled for a wink.

Oh how very ominous of you, Airey Flamsteed.

Relaxing into his seat a little - and stirring a bit of milk into his tea - he bowed his head while the corner of his lips curled up into a smirk. Good, he hadn't misjudged the spunky young lady. He liked to think that he was a decent judge of character, given some of the work he had done with NASA during the flight team selection process, and would have had his ego sorely bruised. Her playful comment, however, hit him in a spot that he was still moderately in denial about. Personal matters that, no offense Miss Brown, he would not divulge with any student. But it was all to do with what was next...besides the expected step...with Medea. An eight letter word that began with the letter 'm'....to be precise.

"Well, I appreciate the compliment," he smiled back, the rim of his cup quickly being pressed to his lips to cover any hint of concern that may be reflected on their shape. "And I am certainly glad to hear that I did not, in fact, misjudge you."

Nodding his head as she accepted the hot chocolate, there was no way that the professor could have been prepared for what came next. First, was the fact that he was getting more information on what he sometimes referred to as 'blackout dates' during his time as Professor Hooksteed. And it was even MORE unpleasant information. But at least she was not informing him that he had thrown her in a closet? Or perhaps what she was saying was worse? Judging from her body language and that squint....yes. Worse. Much worse.

Airey was forced to look down at his on cup when Miss Brown's eyes locked with his to avoid seeing emotional damage reflected there. Clearly, he needed to select his words carefully. Especially when he did not think that what his fairy tale alter ego had said was entirely wrong.

"I must admit, Miss Brown, that I am unfamiliar with the story of Peter Pan," he began. Despite, well, a few accusations over the course of his life. He furrowed his brow and stared at a random spot on the table while he thought. Perhaps his unfamiliarity with the original text was the cause for this inconsistency? No, stop. Focus Flamsteed. Miss Brown was not asking you to examine that aspect of the situation. "And I must also admit that I do not find those words entirely incorrect." He paused for just a moment to lift his eyes up and take a peek at the Ravenclaw. "And what I mean by that is that is that every single person that steps into your life does not stay. It is not uncommon for people to move from one home to another far away and therefore grow apart from the friends they had at their previous location...and that is not a bad thing. The blunt truth is that we need to remind ourselves that the world doesn’t revolve around us and that things could go on without us. It is just a simple fact."

Which was the only way he knew how to approach this. Facts.

"That being said, every individual is unique. Each individual gracing this planet brings their own personality and universe-given gifts that are uniquely their own and are not replaceable. However, and I understand that this may be a bit difficult to look at objectively, I want you to just think about Hogwarts for a moment. Students stay here for seventh years, and every year graduating seventh years are replaced by new students. Whenever a professor steps down, they are replaced by another. When boyfriends and girlfriends separate, someone else, eventually steps in and a new relationship begins. When friends fight to the point where they decide to end a friendship, they eventually will fill that void with a new one. Does this mean that these new bonds and new people that enter neatly fit into whatever hole was made by the other's absence? Certainly not. Life and human relations were not built like a puzzle with x amount of pieces that have to fit together in only one way to create a picture. The number of pieces, how they fit together, and what picture they make changes all the time."

And, of course, there were some holes that could never be filled....even if someone new entered into your life.

"I suppose, what I am trying to say, Miss Brown, is that I believe, for the most part, that positions are replaceable. Whether that is Headmistress of Hogwarts, professor, boyfriend, friend, whatever... but people, the individuals, are not." Finally pausing for a moment to set his cup down on the table, he wet his lips with his tongue and cleared his throat. "When Spock died from overexposure to radiation while repairing the Enterprise's plasma conduits, his position on the ship was filled by another...but, for Admiral Kirk, there would never be another friendship and...what do muggles call it?...oh yes, bromance. There would never be another bromance for him like the one he had with Spock." And, well, there was a lot more to that story involving Spock's casket landing on a planet's whose radiation caused his genes to regenerate and he came back to life, but details that need not be discussed right now. "It is not as black and white as Hook made it seem."

And this was precisely why he like science. So much more straight forward.

"Does that make sense?"

And did he just earn himself a tear-free pass to this conversation?

feeheeheeny · 11-26-2014, 08:51 PM

Text Cut: He's the best ;_;

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Terrifying? Airey couldn't help himself and ended up snorting loudly and exhaling so much are so suddenly that his nose hurt a little. "Well, some would argue that this method is borderline hording," he chuckled as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Did he have a good laugh over assignments? On the occasion, certainly. Quite often from the hand of the very Ravenclaw in front of him. Miss Cambridge also was capable of making the professor laugh as did Mr. Whitlock and Mr. Tempus. But it was never because what they said was so wrong it was laughable. He had learned, from personal experience as a student himself, to not laugh in the face of an attempt at learning. He didn't actually reply to her, however, and instead settled for a wink.

Oh how very ominous of you, Airey Flamsteed.

Relaxing into his seat a little - and stirring a bit of milk into his tea - he bowed his head while the corner of his lips curled up into a smirk. Good, he hadn't misjudged the spunky young lady. He liked to think that he was a decent judge of character, given some of the work he had done with NASA during the flight team selection process, and would have had his ego sorely bruised. Her playful comment, however, hit him in a spot that he was still moderately in denial about. Personal matters that, no offense Miss Brown, he would not divulge with any student. But it was all to do with what was next...besides the expected step...with Medea. An eight letter word that began with the letter 'm'....to be precise.

"Well, I appreciate the compliment," he smiled back, the rim of his cup quickly being pressed to his lips to cover any hint of concern that may be reflected on their shape. "And I am certainly glad to hear that I did not, in fact, misjudge you."

Nodding his head as she accepted the hot chocolate, there was no way that the professor could have been prepared for what came next. First, was the fact that he was getting more information on what he sometimes referred to as 'blackout dates' during his time as Professor Hooksteed. And it was even MORE unpleasant information. But at least she was not informing him that he had thrown her in a closet? Or perhaps what she was saying was worse? Judging from her body language and that squint....yes. Worse. Much worse.

Airey was forced to look down at his on cup when Miss Brown's eyes locked with his to avoid seeing emotional damage reflected there. Clearly, he needed to select his words carefully. Especially when he did not think that what his fairy tale alter ego had said was entirely wrong.

"I must admit, Miss Brown, that I am unfamiliar with the story of Peter Pan," he began. Despite, well, a few accusations over the course of his life. He furrowed his brow and stared at a random spot on the table while he thought. Perhaps his unfamiliarity with the original text was the cause for this inconsistency? No, stop. Focus Flamsteed. Miss Brown was not asking you to examine that aspect of the situation. "And I must also admit that I do not find those words entirely incorrect." He paused for just a moment to lift his eyes up and take a peek at the Ravenclaw. "And what I mean by that is that is that every single person that steps into your life does not stay. It is not uncommon for people to move from one home to another far away and therefore grow apart from the friends they had at their previous location...and that is not a bad thing. The blunt truth is that we need to remind ourselves that the world doesn’t revolve around us and that things could go on without us. It is just a simple fact."

Which was the only way he knew how to approach this. Facts.

"That being said, every individual is unique. Each individual gracing this planet brings their own personality and universe-given gifts that are uniquely their own and are not replaceable. However, and I understand that this may be a bit difficult to look at objectively, I want you to just think about Hogwarts for a moment. Students stay here for seventh years, and every year graduating seventh years are replaced by new students. Whenever a professor steps down, they are replaced by another. When boyfriends and girlfriends separate, someone else, eventually steps in and a new relationship begins. When friends fight to the point where they decide to end a friendship, they eventually will fill that void with a new one. Does this mean that these new bonds and new people that enter neatly fit into whatever hole was made by the other's absence? Certainly not. Life and human relations were not built like a puzzle with x amount of pieces that have to fit together in only one way to create a picture. The number of pieces, how they fit together, and what picture they make changes all the time."

And, of course, there were some holes that could never be filled....even if someone new entered into your life.

"I suppose, what I am trying to say, Miss Brown, is that I believe, for the most part, that positions are replaceable. Whether that is Headmistress of Hogwarts, professor, boyfriend, friend, whatever... but people, the individuals, are not." Finally pausing for a moment to set his cup down on the table, he wet his lips with his tongue and cleared his throat. "When Spock died from overexposure to radiation while repairing the Enterprise's plasma conduits, his position on the ship was filled by another...but, for Admiral Kirk, there would never be another friendship and...what do muggles call it?...oh yes, bromance. There would never be another bromance for him like the one he had with Spock." And, well, there was a lot more to that story involving Spock's casket landing on a planet's whose radiation caused his genes to regenerate and he came back to life, but details that need not be discussed right now. "It is not as black and white as Hook made it seem."

And this was precisely why he like science. So much more straight forward.

"Does that make sense?"

And did he just earn himself a tear-free pass to this conversation?

Hoarding? Yes, it sure sounded like it, but Sophie wasn't going to come right out and say that - she simply smiled politely and allowed herself to giggle a little, following suit of the man's own chuckling. Her soft, polite smile turned right into a proud beam at his appreciation for her flattery and his own roundabout way of complimenting her, too. "Me too." Would have been a little embarrassing if a man who had known her for four years was suddenly proved to have pegged her incorrectly - would've been concerning, too, and she undoubtedly would have taken a step back to reflect upon if she had truly changed for the worse, as he had feared. But all was well.

A little spent from her rambling and her mouth parched, she sipped at her hot chocolate as Flamsteed began his rebuttal of sorts, and she kept the mug cupped in both hands with the brim close to her mouth for any moment when she might need to take a sip again, either to defuse the tension in her posture or attempt to hide her own emotions.

And boy, did he have a lot to say.

She politely kept quiet as he spoke, hanging onto his every word - him not finding Hooksteed's words "entirely incorrect" made her squint some more, but she let him go on before drawing any real conclusions and pitching a fit. There was truth to his elaboration, yes... but "things could go on without us" made her grunt a little in disapproval. While he spoke, her thoughts were ENTIRELY on its relation to Tobes, and the thought of life without Tobes was unbearable. And... though she knew it was illogical, she didn't think life WOULD go on without him. She didn't want to ever go through life without her best friend. Never, ever. No one could take his place, and she almost spoke up to inform Flamsteed of this very matter-of-factly, but he continued along, so she took a slow, deep breath to calm herself and allowed him to resume.

Sophie was ultimately glad she held her tongue, too, for he clarified that people as individuals were irreplaceable, though, and her posture relaxed entirely. That was a very important distinction he made and, unsurprisingly, it even made her smile. But then he was going on about Star Trek stuff - she knew the name Spock, that was her clue - and... bromance?

What?

She would have laughed, if she wasn't frowning over Spock's death. She didn't KNOW Spock died in Star Trek and wanted to reach across to Flamsteed and very sincerely apologize for his loss, but she still knew her boundaries. She resigned to sighing and taking a deeper sip of her hot chocolate this time, now that it had cooled off some, and offered the professor a solemn nod. "Yes siii- professor." No "sir," she knew better. "It does."

There was a long moment of silence where Soph's expression was clearly calculating, processing the professor's spiel and trying to figure out which of her thoughts to put into words. She hummed to herself as she considered these things and, after another deep drink of her hot chocolate, she looked up at Flamsteed. "First and foremost, m'really sorry for your loss with Spock. And I think you're right - all that makes a lot of sense. Though... I don't think anyone could ever be as great of a best friend or boyfriend that Tobes is to me, I suppose time could... y'know, make it happen and surprise me, but no one for certain could ever take his place in our lives 'cause he's so special and brilliant and so uniquely him in like... all the best ways, y'know? He's so great." Her eyes were sparkling with the utmost joy to accompany her bright smile. "There's never gonna be anyone like Tobias Tempus in our lives ever again. You already know that, don't you? So... you... do know he's irreplaceable? And when you were Hook, you weren't like... subconsciously insulting him on purpose or anything? You 'preciate his worth? I mean, he DID save your Pebbles, after all, so he should be like your hero."

She smiled, though she was still a little concerned about what his answer would be to her questions - she HOPED she knew what his answer would be, but she needed him to clarify for certain for the honor of Tobes.

SarcasticStrawberry · 11-27-2014, 01:28 AM

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Shutting the door behind them, Airey strolled past Hershel's cage and over to his tea pot. "I am please you find it aesthetically pleasing," he chuckled. "Most when they enter seem a bit startled by it." Namely how clean it was. Did they really suspect anything less?

"My second pet," he said, gesturing towards the phone booth cage. "Professor Romanos helped me pick him out, although I am still not the best care giver for a ferret." Speaking of which...where was the critter? Hopefully not nestled in the cushions of the sofa again.

Looking first at the present and then back to the Gryffindor, he threw a boyish grin on his face and sat down opposite her. "Seems safe enough," he mused before removing the lid from the box and peeking inside. "That wasn't a jab at this whole Hooksteed fiasco, was it?" He actually drew his attention to the contents of the box, and his blue eyes lit up like a supernova. "A NOVELTY TIE!? MISS BAYLESS! THIS IS STELLER! I need to save it for a special occasion...will the end of term feast suffice?" he asked as he swiftly pulled it out of the box and held it over the tie he currently wore to model it.

"It just screams Professor Ariey's office. So clean. Well if you're pleased I'm pleased." She said with a little giggle. It was so his office. Startled why were people startled by his office space. Kids these day. They got surprised over anything. Did they not noticed the lint roller by the door of his classroom? Cinna would not be surprised if he didn't clean his office with a lint roller.

She grinned wasn't that the cutest cage ever. Ferret he had a ferret. That's cool. "Try having a duck as a pet." Now that was a pet challenage. Quackers was a handful. But she missed him a lot she would get to see him soon. She wanted to pet the ferret if it was okay with professor Ariey. Herscel wouldn't bite her would he? And where was the little guy?

The gryffindor nodded, it wasn't even anything bad just a tie. "I assure you its perfectly safe." She watched him excitedly. She could not with to see his reaction to his surprised.

Faceplam. That fairytale book. Merlin. She frowned. "Oh no, Professor. I didn't even... I mean...." She didn't even get to apologize or anything. Not that it really bothered Flamsteed, right? He was opening the box. SHE TOTALLY KNEW HE WAS GOING TO LOVE IT AND THINK IT WAS STELLAR!!!!!!!!! Giving him a beamy grin. She nodded. "Definitely the end of term feast." She gave him a thumbs up. It looked great. "You're going to rock that tie right out of this world." See Cinna also had her own set of astronomy related puns. Yep.

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