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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 - one of which is sporting something on its head - 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.
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SPOILER!!: Sophie!
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"Never, professor," Sophie smiled. "Remaining stagnant isn't my thing. M'always looking to get better and be better. I'll never be the best, but I know I can keep finding areas to improve upon. There's always something to work on, y'know? In all areas of life. I don't think there's such a thing as perfection or anything."
She was suddenly aware that she was doing it again - trying to prove herself to Flamsteed and make sure he didn't have a reason to think poorly of her. Annoying, it was, and she was grateful when the conversation continued moving along. She was beaming now, at the talk of books for her, and she nodded her approval a bit too eagerly. "Thank you, professor. I would love that." ALL THE BOOKS.
...And then she'd made him uncomfortable. Merlin. It wasn't a difficult thing to do, she knew, so she tried to just play it cool and ease his tension by chiming, "See, that's what I was kidding 'bout. Me and Tobes 'n stuff, 'cause I didn't want to make you feel all weird and obligated to say anything. Y'don't have to say anything at all. I'll go." She rose, then, and saluted him with a cheesy grin. "Thanks for everything, by the way. I know you're not obligated to give, like, pep talks or anything, but you're good at that kinda thing. Thanks for it."
She'd just see herself out, yeah?
Chuckling and eyeing his cup of tea, he gave it a quick swirl by moving the cup in his hand. You know...to make sure that the contents was not stagnant. "Very good, Miss Brown. Too often humanity finds itself in a place of comfort. A place where becoming stagnant is most appealing. But, much like water stagnation, this is quite dangerous and can lead to the death of the spirit, individual advancement, and evolution of humanity. Life is made up of rivers and streams. We are not meant to thrive in disease infested still waters."
Aaaaaaaaaand another swirl of his tea because paranoia about stagnant waters was starting to set in.
...okay one more.
"How about...we start with this one," he said, after giving his cup another swirl so he could safely remove a book from the shelf. "Astronomy: A Physical Perspective. Will teach you how to relate everyday physics to the astronomical world and comes with a workbook and set of practice questions the end of each chapter. Just use a standard quill and you can write directly into it if you wish." Standard quill being the key. Anything else and he would not be able to erase the ink magically. "It may be a bit muggle for what you are wishing to pursue, but I believe there to be a still undiscovered connection with quantum physics and magic. May give you some unexpected insights."
He paused again to swirl his cup.
Nope. Still awkward. And he always found the whole "you don't have to say anything" to be reverse psychology. Not he felt like he HAD to say something - but thankfully words were getting caught in his throat. Save for one ridiculous thought. "Yes, well, try not to think about pink polka doted elephants dancing ballet," he saluted back just before his ears flushed at her kind words. Couple of years of experience giving these sorts of talks did pay off. He had come a long way from making second years cry in his office.
"You have a stellar rest of the day, Miss Brown. And let me know how that book works out for you."
Just excuse us as we swirl our cup again.
...
And again.
SPOILER!!: Zander!
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Zander continued sifting through the ties, taking a couple of minutes to inspect one before carefully setting it in one of the piles and then moving on to grab another. It was nice actually, gave him something to do with his hands so he wasn't as restless. There was always something weird about going to talk to Professor's one on one. Even if it was just Professor Flamsteed, the extra task helped ease him up a bit. Gave him some mindless work to do.
The Gryffindor looked up again at what the Professor had to say next and... "You have?" Zander hadn't been paying all too much attention to his current marks actually... He was focusing on the bigger picture at the moment. As in exams. Those scary daunting exams that he would most likely fail. That would be bad. Very, very bad. "But I really have been trying to do some extra studying whenever I can," a lot of it too. More studying than he had ever done in his life. "Kevin said he'd help me with potions, and the new transfer- Damien and I are doing a trade off where I help him with Transfiguration and he helps me with Defense... And Lottie--" She had given him instructions to relay a message to this particular Professor, had she not? "She sent me a copy of her old notes." And though the man hadn't really asked for this incredibly long explanation of the Prefect's efforts... It helped saying all of this stuff out loud. Made him feel a little less nervous than before (though not much because still OWLs ).
"And uh, by the way sir... About Lotus, she told me to tell you that she really does miss your lessons... And you." She had given him instructions on that front. He must've reread that letter at least fifty million times. Cherished them, really.
Anyways, moving on from that. Not going to get all feelsy here in the office today. That sort of thing made Airey uncomfortable, yeah? Zander respected that. Made him kind of uncomfortable too. Same on that front, really. "Biswhat-who?" Uh. No couldn't say he had. "I-uh- I mean... I don't think I've gotten that far in my History of Magic book, yet Professor." That's who they were talking about right? Another one of Harry Potter's friends or something? Biswhatshisface. Maybe the name did sound a little familiar? Although, he couldn't really confirm that at all. HA. MAYBE HE WOULD FAIL HIS OWLS AFTER ALL. La la la. No hope.
Nodding, the professor gave a long mmhmmmmmm as he set to ironing the next tie while listening to the prefect speak. "It certainly has been paying off, and I am pleased to hear you involving your housemates with your studies. I, unfortunately, was not one who could really partake in group study sessions - save for a few subjects," he explained. Namely those he felt in control of and felt intelligent because he could instruct others. He had had a bit of a pride issue, unwilling to accept that he just did not understand some concepts. Why he would treat some subjects as a joke. Only some. Others were just a joke from the word go.
Oh? And Miss Wisteria's notes. No wonder his Astronomy marks were improving.
A brief moment of sentiment spread across the man's face, his lips curling ever so slightly at the corners. "Thank you, Mr. Adair, for playing the role of an owl. I'll have to write her properly soon." And not use the young man to deliver the message.
Chuckling, Airey shook his head and set his iron down and walked over to his desk to look for something specific on his book shelves.. "You won't find him in your History of Magic text, Mr. Adair. He is a muggle positive psychologist who has some theories about courage that may be of use to you...aha! Here it is." Selecting the book off the shelf, he strolled over to where the Gryffindor was and offered him the text. "The Courage Quotient. Worth a read if you can spare some time between your studies."
SPOILER!!: Agatha!
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Originally Posted by Hey Ju
Well, hoped. But that was information he didn't need to know, especially because he was friends with her uncle and could always tell on her. No. Let him just think she thought he wasn't there.
It was a rhetorical question anyway, right? If not, it was going to be now.
"Thanks." She said, entering his office and looking around because she's never been there. Hm. It all just proved how strange this professor was, which explained why he was the Gryffindor Head of House.
Agatha did a full spin to face professor Flamsteed again and stared at him. Was she willing to make him uncomfortable with all of the staring? Probably. Her main reason for that, though, was that she wanted to know why he wanted to see her and she wanted to know now.
Closing the door behind them, he walked past the Slytherin and slid into his seat behind his desk.
"Please, Miss Hapgood, have a seat," he said with a small gesture towards the empty seat across from him. "...and tell me how you have your tea along with why you think I asked you to come see me."
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Closing the door behind them, he walked past the Slytherin and slid into his seat behind his desk.
"Please, Miss Hapgood, have a seat," he said with a small gesture towards the empty seat across from him. "...and tell me how you have your tea along with why you think I asked you to come see me."
"Do you have sweetener? If not, I'll have it without sugar, please. With milk." Agatha decided to inform just in case the Head of Nutters Gryffindor was the type that had tea without milk. Because you know, one should expect anything from them.
The girl took a seat and looked at the man. She did know why, actually. He called her attention because she got Zander to perform the spell for her. He was going to tell her off for 'using' one of his silly lions who couldn't stand up for himself. If only professor Flamsteed had seen Zander act like a true prefect that one time in the corridor. Even Agatha was impressed. "I think you invited me here because you like me and my family and wanted news from my uncle." She answered with the most neutral expression she could muster. "He's doing great, professor."
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To talk. Fair enough of a reason to come and he could easily set a pot of tea on for them to have while they discussed whatever was on the young man's mind. Eyebrow raised at the stuttering and lack of clarity, Airey wondered if there was something eating at the Gryffindor. He hadn't seen anything terrible in regards to the young man's grade, so perhaps it was a cover for something else? Hmmm...
"Certainly, come on in. I'll put some water in the pot to heat. Hot chocolate or tea?" Or something else entirely?
.... awkward pause.
For a moment he was wondering what the Professor was thinking. Was he going to let him in to talk? Tell him to drop the subject and leave? Give up? Leave school? WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO HIM!?...
Oh, he was allowed in. "Thanks, Professor... and a hot chocolate would be great." Yep, cause chocolate was ALWAYS great.
Entering the office, Zeke gazed about the room as he sat himself down in front of the man's desk. It was a NEAT looking office, how had he not been in here before?
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Rorie (in Lucinda Stone mode) hesitantly hurried past the Professor as he invited him in. Her grey contacted eyes scanned the office. She was looking for weaknesses. Points that could easily be used in negotiation. Ro turned her head, her pink ponytail whipping about, to look at the two males behind her. "Shall we begin?" She asked, not really waiting for a response, and plopped into a seat. Posture straight. Gucci briefcase on her lap. Let's do this.
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"Do you have sweetener? If not, I'll have it without sugar, please. With milk." Agatha decided to inform just in case the Head of Nutters Gryffindor was the type that had tea without milk. Because you know, one should expect anything from them.
The girl took a seat and looked at the man. She did know why, actually. He called her attention because she got Zander to perform the spell for her. He was going to tell her off for 'using' one of his silly lions who couldn't stand up for himself. If only professor Flamsteed had seen Zander act like a true prefect that one time in the corridor. Even Agatha was impressed. "I think you invited me here because you like me and my family and wanted news from my uncle." She answered with the most neutral expression she could muster. "He's doing great, professor."
Sweetener? Uuuuuuuuuuh...
"I may have something," he said, giving his desk a nervous look over and then patting the pockets of his suit. AHA! Some that he had snatched from a muggle cafe a few weeks ago when he had gone to London on official Astronomer Royal business. "Here you go," he said after trying to remove the crease from one of the corners of the tiny package.
He never used the stuff. Preferring to have his tea straight or just with a little bit of milk.
Waving his wand to have the tea cups arrange themselves, he relaxed a little more into his seat and.......stared. Ah yes, deflection technique. He was quite familiar with this. "As good as that is to hear, Miss Hapgood, that is not why I asked you to stop by."
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.... awkward pause.
For a moment he was wondering what the Professor was thinking. Was he going to let him in to talk? Tell him to drop the subject and leave? Give up? Leave school? WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO HIM!?...
Oh, he was allowed in. "Thanks, Professor... and a hot chocolate would be great." Yep, cause chocolate was ALWAYS great.
Entering the office, Zeke gazed about the room as he sat himself down in front of the man's desk. It was a NEAT looking office, how had he not been in here before?
Hot chocolate it was then! Selecting two clean cups from the shelf, the professor charmed the pot to begin heating itself and settled into his seat at his desk.
"So...," he said as he drummed his fingers against his desk. "You wanted to discuss your grades?" Although he could not imagine why. The young man was doing quite well.
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Rorie (in Lucinda Stone mode) hesitantly hurried past the Professor as he invited him in. Her grey contacted eyes scanned the office. She was looking for weaknesses. Points that could easily be used in negotiation. Ro turned her head, her pink ponytail whipping about, to look at the two males behind her. "Shall we begin?" She asked, not really waiting for a response, and plopped into a seat. Posture straight. Gucci briefcase on her lap. Let's do this.
How had he not noticed the briefcase before? Eyeing it as he made his way over to his desk and took a seat, eyes flicking back and forth between the two fashion forward students.
"Yes?" he asked, lips slightly pursed as he waited for one of them to explain just what the purpose of the visit was.
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Rorie (in Lucinda Stone mode) hesitantly hurried past the Professor as he invited him in. Her grey contacted eyes scanned the office. She was looking for weaknesses. Points that could easily be used in negotiation. Ro turned her head, her pink ponytail whipping about, to look at the two males behind her. "Shall we begin?" She asked, not really waiting for a response, and plopped into a seat. Posture straight. Gucci briefcase on her lap. Let's do this.
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How had he not noticed the briefcase before? Eyeing it as he made his way over to his desk and took a seat, eyes flicking back and forth between the two fashion forward students.
"Yes?" he asked, lips slightly pursed as he waited for one of them to explain just what the purpose of the visit was.
Damien had walked in after Rorie, his hand coming up to unnecessarily adjust his perfect windsor knot. He to, was looking about the office, though not for weak points; it was partly curiosity, party hoping to find subjects that would interest the Professor and keep him on their - His and Rorie's - good sides. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat beside his partner in crime, looking as cool as a cucumber despite actually feeling rather nervous.
"Yes, we shall." He said, echoing the Professor and [Lucinda Stone Rorie. "Professor Airey, I've not long been here, only a few months and though I do love it here, there are some things... Rules really, that are a bit antiquated, sir, no offense." Damien politely, calmly said, his lips curved in an easy smile. Really, antiquated was putting it lightly, some of these rules, or rather some of the punishments were nearly barbaric, but he'd get to that later. "In particular; the dress code, which, to be honest, I don't fully understand the point of." He had to lead up to his points, take his time, make the professor see reason.
Piling facts and ideas on the older man all at once would be exactly the wrong way to go about it. At least it would be in Damien's mind.
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Damien had walked in after Rorie, his hand coming up to unnecessarily adjust his perfect windsor knot. He to, was looking about the office, though not for weak points; it was partly curiosity, party hoping to find subjects that would interest the Professor and keep him on their - His and Rorie's - good sides. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat beside his partner in crime, looking as cool as a cucumber despite actually feeling rather nervous.
"Yes, we shall." He said, echoing the Professor and [Lucinda Stone Rorie. "Professor Airey, I've not long been here, only a few months and though I do love it here, there are some things... Rules really, that are a bit antiquated, sir, no offense." Damien politely, calmly said, his lips curved in an easy smile. Really, antiquated was putting it lightly, some of these rules, or rather some of the punishments were nearly barbaric, but he'd get to that later. "In particular; the dress code, which, to be honest, I don't fully understand the point of." He had to lead up to his points, take his time, make the professor see reason.
Piling facts and ideas on the older man all at once would be exactly the wrong way to go about it. At least it would be in Damien's mind.
Rorie's hands had gone from holding the briefcase gently to holding the briefcase was tighter than needed. Her posture! Oh, goodness her posture went from Princess Girl Power to Princess Legs Crossing in Anger. It was taking all her precious will to not scoff, to not blurt out, to not TALK. Unlike her partner, Damien here, she did not like it here. Being that it was Damien, though, she was able to keep her opinions to herself and she let him speak. All she had to do was focus on that random rock sitting on the pillow.
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Hot chocolate it was then! Selecting two clean cups from the shelf, the professor charmed the pot to begin heating itself and settled into his seat at his desk.
"So...," he said as he drummed his fingers against his desk. "You wanted to discuss your grades?" Although he could not imagine why. The young man was doing quite well.
Only the best Professor's served hot chocolate, or at least that's what he decided right now in this very moment. Of course, he always knew Professor Airey was awesome, he couldn't think of any other Professor that would let them bungee out of any of the seventh floor towers. HA!
...
But.. the drumming of the fingers, and... the topic. Yeah. Gulp.
...
"Give it to me straight Professor, how bad it is? Am I a troll? Should I quit? What should I do?" ............... which all translated to: HELP ME!
"I may have something," he said, giving his desk a nervous look over and then patting the pockets of his suit. AHA! Some that he had snatched from a muggle cafe a few weeks ago when he had gone to London on official Astronomer Royal business. "Here you go," he said after trying to remove the crease from one of the corners of the tiny package.
He never used the stuff. Preferring to have his tea straight or just with a little bit of milk.
Waving his wand to have the tea cups arrange themselves, he relaxed a little more into his seat and.......stared. Ah yes, deflection technique. He was quite familiar with this. "As good as that is to hear, Miss Hapgood, that is not why I asked you to stop by."
Agatha couldn't help but to raise a suspicious eyebrow as professor Flamsteed searched for something in his pockets. Who in their right mind would carry some sweetener in their--- well, professor Flamsteed, apparently.
The girl slowly reached out for the tiny package he was holding out, her eyebrow still raised as she gave him questioning looks. "Thanks..."
No wonder he was the Head of Gryffindor.
Well then. That wasn't why he asked her to go see him and she knew it. This Slytherin wasn't about to start the conversation, though, because she didn't feel that what she had done was wrong or bad or whatever he wanted to put it. It wasn't like she had forced Zander to do it anyway, she just asked politely and he did it. Nevermind she was aware the boy was slightly intimidated by her, that didn't matter right now.
So the ballerina simply stared right back without moving a muscle or saying a word.
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Nodding, the professor gave a long mmhmmmmmm as he set to ironing the next tie while listening to the prefect speak. "It certainly has been paying off, and I am pleased to hear you involving your housemates with your studies. I, unfortunately, was not one who could really partake in group study sessions - save for a few subjects," he explained. Namely those he felt in control of and felt intelligent because he could instruct others. He had had a bit of a pride issue, unwilling to accept that he just did not understand some concepts. Why he would treat some subjects as a joke. Only some. Others were just a joke from the word go.
Oh? And Miss Wisteria's notes. No wonder his Astronomy marks were improving.
A brief moment of sentiment spread across the man's face, his lips curling ever so slightly at the corners. "Thank you, Mr. Adair, for playing the role of an owl. I'll have to write her properly soon." And not use the young man to deliver the message.
Chuckling, Airey shook his head and set his iron down and walked over to his desk to look for something specific on his book shelves.. "You won't find him in your History of Magic text, Mr. Adair. He is a muggle positive psychologist who has some theories about courage that may be of use to you...aha! Here it is." Selecting the book off the shelf, he strolled over to where the Gryffindor was and offered him the text. "The Courage Quotient. Worth a read if you can spare some time between your studies."
It seemed like it would take AGES to get through all these ties, there were about a million of them, but he was starting to reach the last few. Huh. That didn't take as long as he thought it would... Granted, it didn't just happen in a few seconds either. Picking up one of the last of the bunch, he inspected it carefully before deciding on a proper pile to lay it in. "Yeah, well, I reckon that if I can't really figure it out myself... Then I might as well ask my friends along the way." That and reading textbooks was real boring. AND they were really, really dry. Did the Professor know? Especially the Runes book. It was EVEN WORSE than a drilling manual. Or at least, this Gryffindor thought so. Heh.
Picking up another one of the remaining ties, he gave it a good look over before facing the Astronomy Professor again. Oof. An owl. He couldn't tell whether the man meant it to sound... Uh, yeah. But either way, Zander's face was turning an unfortunate shade of pink. Right. Never passing on another message again.
The Fifth Year put his head right back down and concentrated EXTREMELY hard on this last tie. Ahem.
But this Biswhasomething guy.... Wasn't a wizard, then? Oh. Well, that was good. Well probably not good for the Biswhaguy because magic was AWESOME, but it was good for Zander. Only because it meant he wasn't as far behind in History of Magic as he thought he was, nothing to do with this Biswhaguy being able to do magic. He was probably a nice enough bloke, probably deserved a wand. Anyways. "Oh. A positive psychologist, I-uh-I knew that." What was a positive psychologist exactly? A happy psychologist? A uh. Yeah. Probably. He was going to go with that. "Actually.. I didn't, but... Could I... Could I borrow this book for a little bit, Professor?" he looked up at his Head of House and took the book that was being offered. Courage Quotient. Had a pretty daunting title.
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Ministry Department Head:
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SPOILER!!: Damien & Rorie!
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Originally Posted by nicole black
Damien had walked in after Rorie, his hand coming up to unnecessarily adjust his perfect windsor knot. He to, was looking about the office, though not for weak points; it was partly curiosity, party hoping to find subjects that would interest the Professor and keep him on their - His and Rorie's - good sides. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat beside his partner in crime, looking as cool as a cucumber despite actually feeling rather nervous.
"Yes, we shall." He said, echoing the Professor and [Lucinda Stone Rorie. "Professor Airey, I've not long been here, only a few months and though I do love it here, there are some things... Rules really, that are a bit antiquated, sir, no offense." Damien politely, calmly said, his lips curved in an easy smile. Really, antiquated was putting it lightly, some of these rules, or rather some of the punishments were nearly barbaric, but he'd get to that later. "In particular; the dress code, which, to be honest, I don't fully understand the point of." He had to lead up to his points, take his time, make the professor see reason.
Piling facts and ideas on the older man all at once would be exactly the wrong way to go about it. At least it would be in Damien's mind.
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Originally Posted by Awarlesta Black
Rorie's hands had gone from holding the briefcase gently to holding the briefcase was tighter than needed. Her posture! Oh, goodness her posture went from Princess Girl Power to Princess Legs Crossing in Anger. It was taking all her precious will to not scoff, to not blurt out, to not TALK. Unlike her partner, Damien here, she did not like it here. Being that it was Damien, though, she was able to keep her opinions to herself and she let him speak. All she had to do was focus on that random rock sitting on the pillow.
Listening carefully as the Gryffindor spoke, the professor summoned a tea pot and charmed it to heat itself. "I see," he nodded while rolling his seat back a bit to retrieve his tea collection from the back shelf. "And I assume you, Miss Hazelwood, are here because you share this opinion, yes?" She didn't need to answer really. Her presence and, er, general look about her implied as much. At least in regards to the dress code.
Setting the tea collection on his desk and removing the lid so the pair could select their brew of choice, he settled into his seat with his personal favorite - Early Grey - and pursed his lips. "Should I assume that this has to do with my asking of you to return to your dorm to change into your Gryffindor robes during my initial lessons of the term?" Rhetorical question, really. He was more offering a window for the boy to make his case.
Not that the Astronomy professor could really change anything about that. But sure, he could listen.
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Only the best Professor's served hot chocolate, or at least that's what he decided right now in this very moment. Of course, he always knew Professor Airey was awesome, he couldn't think of any other Professor that would let them bungee out of any of the seventh floor towers. HA!
...
But.. the drumming of the fingers, and... the topic. Yeah. Gulp.
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"Give it to me straight Professor, how bad it is? Am I a troll? Should I quit? What should I do?" ............... which all translated to: HELP ME!
Airey had yet to even reach for the packets of hot cocoa mix when Mr. Zeke, well, when he went straight into panic mode. Chuckling under his breath, the astronomer gave his wand a tap on one of his desk drawers and searched through it for the young man's file - just to be sure he had all his facts straight.
"I don't see why you are panicking, Mr. Zeke," he said before opening the file up and turning over a few pages. "There is nothing here that implies you are anywhere close to Troll scores. While there is room for improvement in Transfiguration and History of Magic, your Muggle Studies scores have steadily improved and the rest of your subjects look just fine." He closed the file and set it down on his desk, full attention on the first second year. "And you continue to do stellar in Astronomy...so..."
Stare.
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Agatha couldn't help but to raise a suspicious eyebrow as professor Flamsteed searched for something in his pockets. Who in their right mind would carry some sweetener in their--- well, professor Flamsteed, apparently.
The girl slowly reached out for the tiny package he was holding out, her eyebrow still raised as she gave him questioning looks. "Thanks..."
No wonder he was the Head of Gryffindor.
Well then. That wasn't why he asked her to go see him and she knew it. This Slytherin wasn't about to start the conversation, though, because she didn't feel that what she had done was wrong or bad or whatever he wanted to put it. It wasn't like she had forced Zander to do it anyway, she just asked politely and he did it. Nevermind she was aware the boy was slightly intimidated by her, that didn't matter right now.
So the ballerina simply stared right back without moving a muscle or saying a word.
Right then...weeeeeeeeeeeeell...
Sighing to himself - and only because this sort of potentially delicate conversation made the man's palms sweat - he opened up a file and passed Miss Hapgood a few pieces of parchment. "These are a few random selections of your homework assignments, Miss Hapgood," he explained. Mostly from this term, but there were a few from previous terms since - as some students were aware (re; Miss Brown) - he kept those on file as well. "You may notice that, especially in this term's assignments, that your pencil grip is unusual...and sometimes your writing becomes completely illegible." His tone had no indication that he was pointing out an error, but one that was full of concern. "Spelling as well," he said, pointing to a few words in particular here and there on her latest homework that he had circled in red ink.
He said nothing more, simply eyeing the Slytherin for a moment.
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It seemed like it would take AGES to get through all these ties, there were about a million of them, but he was starting to reach the last few. Huh. That didn't take as long as he thought it would... Granted, it didn't just happen in a few seconds either. Picking up one of the last of the bunch, he inspected it carefully before deciding on a proper pile to lay it in. "Yeah, well, I reckon that if I can't really figure it out myself... Then I might as well ask my friends along the way." That and reading textbooks was real boring. AND they were really, really dry. Did the Professor know? Especially the Runes book. It was EVEN WORSE than a drilling manual. Or at least, this Gryffindor thought so. Heh.
Picking up another one of the remaining ties, he gave it a good look over before facing the Astronomy Professor again. Oof. An owl. He couldn't tell whether the man meant it to sound... Uh, yeah. But either way, Zander's face was turning an unfortunate shade of pink. Right. Never passing on another message again.
The Fifth Year put his head right back down and concentrated EXTREMELY hard on this last tie. Ahem.
But this Biswhasomething guy.... Wasn't a wizard, then? Oh. Well, that was good. Well probably not good for the Biswhaguy because magic was AWESOME, but it was good for Zander. Only because it meant he wasn't as far behind in History of Magic as he thought he was, nothing to do with this Biswhaguy being able to do magic. He was probably a nice enough bloke, probably deserved a wand. Anyways. "Oh. A positive psychologist, I-uh-I knew that." What was a positive psychologist exactly? A happy psychologist? A uh. Yeah. Probably. He was going to go with that. "Actually.. I didn't, but... Could I... Could I borrow this book for a little bit, Professor?" he looked up at his Head of House and took the book that was being offered. Courage Quotient. Had a pretty daunting title.
Quite the resourceful observation and Airey showed his approval by chuckling as he ironed another tie.
And why was Mr. Adair turning pink? Oh sweet solstice...was it the mention of Miss Wisteria? Did the Gryffindor have a crush on the graduate? On second thought, he really did not want to know. Those sorts of student dynamics were best left unsaid as far as he was concerned.
"Certainly," he saluted, setting the iron down once again and making his way towards his desk. Unfortunately, his elbow knocked on the iron and made it fall forward onto the very tie he had been ironing. Not good. Not good at all. Soon, the sickening aroma of melting silk oozed from the ironing board.
"Here you go," he said while offering the book and sniffing the air.
What a curious smell...
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Listening carefully as the Gryffindor spoke, the professor summoned a tea pot and charmed it to heat itself. "I see," he nodded while rolling his seat back a bit to retrieve his tea collection from the back shelf. "And I assume you, Miss Hazelwood, are here because you share this opinion, yes?" She didn't need to answer really. Her presence and, er, general look about her implied as much. At least in regards to the dress code.
Setting the tea collection on his desk and removing the lid so the pair could select their brew of choice, he settled into his seat with his personal favorite - Early Grey - and pursed his lips. "Should I assume that this has to do with my asking of you to return to your dorm to change into your Gryffindor robes during my initial lessons of the term?" Rhetorical question, really. He was more offering a window for the boy to make his case.
Not that the Astronomy professor could really change anything about that. But sure, he could listen.
Damien watched the Professor, his eyes following as the man rolled back in his seat to retrieve a collection of teas? Did all Brits have a collection of teas at ready? Not that Damien was complaining, he was actually pretty fond of certain teas, mostly the green variety, which, it just so happened Professor Airey had a good quantity of. Damien smiled and muttered a quick thanks as he took the tea bag.
Lip pursing never seemed like a good sign, but Airey's tone was not harsh and he seemed pretty calm... "Well, a little, sir. I understand why you did it, and I appreciate you letting me keep the suit on under my robes, but I still don't like the idea of conforming to an ideal." Damien said, resting his hands in his lap, fingers interlocked together. It was a shame the boy had no taste for politics, because he had the looks, the talk and all the aura for the job. "To be perfectly honest, I've felt this way since I found out about the uniform when I was first accepted. So it isn't really just about that incident." Cool, chill, polite. The words were a mantra in his head, to the young fashionable man this was a big issue and he didn't want to mess it up.
"The uniforms, the robes, they're part of an older mindset, ideals that no longer have anything to do with todays Witches and Wizards, I get that, maybe, this saves time" - He'd often heard teachers used that excuse to keep kids uniformed. - "But, it also decreases your sense of individuality, creativity and your decision making skills." Okay, yeah, maybe that last about the decisions was going a bit far, but he'd needed a third thing.
"Professor, can I ask you a question?" Damien asked, pausing. "Or rather, can I ask you another question after asking you if I can ask you a question?"
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Damien watched the Professor, his eyes following as the man rolled back in his seat to retrieve a collection of teas? Did all Brits have a collection of teas at ready? Not that Damien was complaining, he was actually pretty fond of certain teas, mostly the green variety, which, it just so happened Professor Airey had a good quantity of. Damien smiled and muttered a quick thanks as he took the tea bag.
Lip pursing never seemed like a good sign, but Airey's tone was not harsh and he seemed pretty calm... "Well, a little, sir. I understand why you did it, and I appreciate you letting me keep the suit on under my robes, but I still don't like the idea of conforming to an ideal." Damien said, resting his hands in his lap, fingers interlocked together. It was a shame the boy had no taste for politics, because he had the looks, the talk and all the aura for the job. "To be perfectly honest, I've felt this way since I found out about the uniform when I was first accepted. So it isn't really just about that incident." Cool, chill, polite. The words were a mantra in his head, to the young fashionable man this was a big issue and he didn't want to mess it up.
"The uniforms, the robes, they're part of an older mindset, ideals that no longer have anything to do with todays Witches and Wizards, I get that, maybe, this saves time" - He'd often heard teachers used that excuse to keep kids uniformed. - "But, it also decreases your sense of individuality, creativity and your decision making skills." Okay, yeah, maybe that last about the decisions was going a bit far, but he'd needed a third thing.
"Professor, can I ask you a question?" Damien asked, pausing. "Or rather, can I ask you another question after asking you if I can ask you a question?"
Rorie simply nodded when the professor spoke her name, eyes still focused on something other than them. She honestly didn't know why anybody ever thought that wearing bathrobes for uniforms was a good idea. Beauxbatons. Beauxbatons, knew what was up, fashion wise. Should've been shipped over there instead.
It was only when she felt Damien move beside her that she finally looked over. The professor had some fancy assortment of teas for to them to chose from. She stared at them for two seconds before moving her gaze up to the man. "No, thank you." No offense, but she didn't really trust anything from anyone here. Especially Hogwarts staff for reasons.
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Quite the resourceful observation and Airey showed his approval by chuckling as he ironed another tie.
And why was Mr. Adair turning pink? Oh sweet solstice...was it the mention of Miss Wisteria? Did the Gryffindor have a crush on the graduate? On second thought, he really did not want to know. Those sorts of student dynamics were best left unsaid as far as he was concerned.
"Certainly," he saluted, setting the iron down once again and making his way towards his desk. Unfortunately, his elbow knocked on the iron and made it fall forward onto the very tie he had been ironing. Not good. Not good at all. Soon, the sickening aroma of melting silk oozed from the ironing board.
"Here you go," he said while offering the book and sniffing the air.
What a curious smell...
Unfortunately for them both, Zander Adair wasn't very observant. So instead of noticing the knocked over iron, he had his full attention on Professor Flamsteed. "Thank you, sir! I promise I'll return it soon," Well... Hopefully soon. It'd be rather hard to get through the whole thing while trying to study for OWLs and keeping up with homework and-- Well... anyways, point made. "and in mint condition."
O_______o Uh. Was it just him or.... Did something smell like it was burning around-- HUH??
Zander's eyes just about doubled their size as he turned just in time to see some weird smokey stuff rising from the iron and WOAH. The tie was MELTING?!?! "PROFESSOR!! YOUR TIE???" No fear, Zander Adair was going to... ew. After having jumped up into the air, the Prefect quickly removed the iron from it's spot on top of the tie. "Uh... Professor Flamsteed... I've got some bad news." The Gryffindor carefully turned his head towards the man, while still blocking view of the damaged silk tie. Uh. He may not want to see this...
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Sighing to himself - and only because this sort of potentially delicate conversation made the man's palms sweat - he opened up a file and passed Miss Hapgood a few pieces of parchment. "These are a few random selections of your homework assignments, Miss Hapgood," he explained. Mostly from this term, but there were a few from previous terms since - as some students were aware (re; Miss Brown) - he kept those on file as well. "You may notice that, especially in this term's assignments, that your pencil grip is unusual...and sometimes your writing becomes completely illegible." His tone had no indication that he was pointing out an error, but one that was full of concern. "Spelling as well," he said, pointing to a few words in particular here and there on her latest homework that he had circled in red ink.
He said nothing more, simply eyeing the Slytherin for a moment.
Wow, professor Flasmteed really took this helping business seriously. He was pulling out pieces of parchment which Agatha supposed were all... something like 'the times Agatha Hapgood forced other kids to do her work' or whatever. Pffft, please, professor. Agatha didn't do it that often. It was really just in classes. She rarely did that with homework.
Speaking of homework, the fifth year started to recognise those pieces of parchment and her own handwriting. .....Those were a lot of red circles. She blinked and listened to what the man had to say, as she looked at all of the files he had showed her.
As the Astronomer spoke, Agatha's face slowly started to turn red. What.... what was he going on about now? "This has... this has nothing to do with what I-" She looked up at him, trying her best to not look as lost and confused as she was feeling at the moment. "How does this relate to what I did to Zander?" It was a genuine question, but it may have come out a lot sharper than she intended.
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Damien watched the Professor, his eyes following as the man rolled back in his seat to retrieve a collection of teas? Did all Brits have a collection of teas at ready? Not that Damien was complaining, he was actually pretty fond of certain teas, mostly the green variety, which, it just so happened Professor Airey had a good quantity of. Damien smiled and muttered a quick thanks as he took the tea bag.
Lip pursing never seemed like a good sign, but Airey's tone was not harsh and he seemed pretty calm... "Well, a little, sir. I understand why you did it, and I appreciate you letting me keep the suit on under my robes, but I still don't like the idea of conforming to an ideal." Damien said, resting his hands in his lap, fingers interlocked together. It was a shame the boy had no taste for politics, because he had the looks, the talk and all the aura for the job. "To be perfectly honest, I've felt this way since I found out about the uniform when I was first accepted. So it isn't really just about that incident." Cool, chill, polite. The words were a mantra in his head, to the young fashionable man this was a big issue and he didn't want to mess it up.
"The uniforms, the robes, they're part of an older mindset, ideals that no longer have anything to do with todays Witches and Wizards, I get that, maybe, this saves time" - He'd often heard teachers used that excuse to keep kids uniformed. - "But, it also decreases your sense of individuality, creativity and your decision making skills." Okay, yeah, maybe that last about the decisions was going a bit far, but he'd needed a third thing.
"Professor, can I ask you a question?" Damien asked, pausing. "Or rather, can I ask you another question after asking you if I can ask you a question?"
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Rorie simply nodded when the professor spoke her name, eyes still focused on something other than them. She honestly didn't know why anybody ever thought that wearing bathrobes for uniforms was a good idea. Beauxbatons. Beauxbatons, knew what was up, fashion wise. Should've been shipped over there instead.
It was only when she felt Damien move beside her that she finally looked over. The professor had some fancy assortment of teas for to them to chose from. She stared at them for two seconds before moving her gaze up to the man. "No, thank you." No offense, but she didn't really trust anything from anyone here. Especially Hogwarts staff for reasons.
No? Did that mean she was more of a coffee or hot chocolate drinker? He still had gourmet marshmallows around...
Not taking his eyes off the Slytherin, he reached behind him cautiously and brought down the other options from the shelf and set them on the table. Yes? No?
Gaze lingering on Miss Hazelwood for a moment, he slowly turned his head to give the Gryffindor his full attention as he spoke. Airey couldn't help but wonder if this one had had a run in with Mr. Toros about uniforms. The astronomer could, not too fondly, recall when that particular Gryffindor had strolled into his office with his robes adorned with glitter. "Studies actually generally reflect the opposite," he said with a wink. "In regards to concentration that is." Just to let the pair know that he had done his research on the subject. Several times really. First time when he was a student. Not being able to wear his suits to lessons had had a borderline crippling effect on him in his youth - suits being a coping mechanism for his social anxiety.
As for the conformity and self expression argument - while the professor fully understood it and had been one of those students back in his day - he couldn't help but feel pity for those who felt that everything hinged on expressing themselves through clothes and sad that the opinion was that Hogwarts staff, himself included, were implying that they did not want students to be individuals and express themselves because it was school policy to wear a uniform.
If anyone thought that the Astronomy professor was the sort to want students to fit into a box, well, they clearly were not paying much attention.
"Yes to both," he chuckled, taking a long sip from his cup of tea before setting it back down on his desk. "Hopefully I can provide an answer."
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Unfortunately for them both, Zander Adair wasn't very observant. So instead of noticing the knocked over iron, he had his full attention on Professor Flamsteed. "Thank you, sir! I promise I'll return it soon," Well... Hopefully soon. It'd be rather hard to get through the whole thing while trying to study for OWLs and keeping up with homework and-- Well... anyways, point made. "and in mint condition."
O_______o Uh. Was it just him or.... Did something smell like it was burning around-- HUH??
Zander's eyes just about doubled their size as he turned just in time to see some weird smokey stuff rising from the iron and WOAH. The tie was MELTING?!?! "PROFESSOR!! YOUR TIE???" No fear, Zander Adair was going to... ew. After having jumped up into the air, the Prefect quickly removed the iron from it's spot on top of the tie. "Uh... Professor Flamsteed... I've got some bad news." The Gryffindor carefully turned his head towards the man, while still blocking view of the damaged silk tie. Uh. He may not want to see this...
"Take your time," he said with a small wave of the hand. Life lessons did not have expiration dates. Well, unless the prefect thought that he would graduate with that book still in his possession.
His what?
Following the Gryffindor's quick movements with his eyes, they nearly bugged out of his head when he saw what had happened.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he howled - in a very Vader-esque fashion - as he leaped into action and flew to Mr. Adair's side. "IS SHE ALRIGHT? IS CLAIRETTE ALRIGHT?! IT'S ALRIGHT, MR. ADAIR! SHOW ME THE DAMAGE! I CAN TAKE IT!" he continued, shaking the Gryffindor by the shoulders as he spoke.
What? Muggle males named their cars. Quidditch players their brooms or beater's bats. He named his neckties.
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Wow, professor Flasmteed really took this helping business seriously. He was pulling out pieces of parchment which Agatha supposed were all... something like 'the times Agatha Hapgood forced other kids to do her work' or whatever. Pffft, please, professor. Agatha didn't do it that often. It was really just in classes. She rarely did that with homework.
Speaking of homework, the fifth year started to recognise those pieces of parchment and her own handwriting. .....Those were a lot of red circles. She blinked and listened to what the man had to say, as she looked at all of the files he had showed her.
As the Astronomer spoke, Agatha's face slowly started to turn red. What.... what was he going on about now? "This has... this has nothing to do with what I-" She looked up at him, trying her best to not look as lost and confused as she was feeling at the moment. "How does this relate to what I did to Zander?" It was a genuine question, but it may have come out a lot sharper than she intended.
His expression softening further, the professor shook his head. "Everything," he replied with a smile. When you peeled away at the - let's call it the onion signifying the problem - layers of the situation, it was related. "Other than helping you take ownership for your on work and control of your own academic achievements and frustrations."
Going to try to avoid the term 'failure' for the time being. Nothing about this implied that she was failing or was a failure.
"You are very bright, Miss Hapgood, but it is a growing concern of mine that the cunning young woman I observe does not reflect the one I see in coursework."
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His expression softening further, the professor shook his head. "Everything," he replied with a smile. When you peeled away at the - let's call it the onion signifying the problem - layers of the situation, it was related. "Other than helping you take ownership for your on work and control of your own academic achievements and frustrations."
Going to try to avoid the term 'failure' for the time being. Nothing about this implied that she was failing or was a failure.
"You are very bright, Miss Hapgood, but it is a growing concern of mine that the cunning young woman I observe does not reflect the one I see in coursework."
......What?
Was that all supposed to make any sense? Because Agatha couldn't get anything useful out of what professor Flamsteed was saying. Taking ownership for her work and yadda yadda academic achievements and frustrations? What? That's what she did.
Not.
"I do my own homework." She retorted, not sure how this would help her case, but well, it WAS the truth. The Slytherin never EVER got anyone EVER to do her homework so there was THAT. She knew of many people who did and they never got in trouble.
...
She was willing to give him names if the Astronomer didn't get her in trouble for... whatever it was he called her there for.
His next words caused all sorts of things in her. First he called her bright, which people rarely did, so she approved of that. But then he started going on about her cunningness not reflecting in her work and she went from flushing to pale.
... ....
...
What was she supposed to say to that now? What did he even MEAN? Right, she knew she was never the brightest kid in class and that she was a complete disaster when it came to learning new spells and anything in general but SHE could DANCE and was the BEST ballerina EVER, did he KNOW that?
Frowning, the fifth year just stared at the man, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed. "And your point is?" Yes, there was some bitterness in her tone.
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"Take your time," he said with a small wave of the hand. Life lessons did not have expiration dates. Well, unless the prefect thought that he would graduate with that book still in his possession.
His what?
Following the Gryffindor's quick movements with his eyes, they nearly bugged out of his head when he saw what had happened.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he howled - in a very Vader-esque fashion - as he leaped into action and flew to Mr. Adair's side. "IS SHE ALRIGHT? IS CLAIRETTE ALRIGHT?! IT'S ALRIGHT, MR. ADAIR! SHOW ME THE DAMAGE! I CAN TAKE IT!" he continued, shaking the Gryffindor by the shoulders as he spoke.
What? Muggle males named their cars. Quidditch players their brooms or beater's bats. He named his neckties.
The Gryffindor gave him a grave look, a GRAVE one because-- Wait. Had his Head of House just called the tie Clairette? Uh. Did the man name every one of his ties? There was more than just one thing wrong with that.... But he looked absolutely pained, so Zander did his best to keep a serious demeanor. 'Cause Professor Flamsteed had already gotten onto him about the whole 'YOO-rain-us' thing and well, didn't need a strike two, did he?
And then he was being shaken.
Merlin send help, please. And not just for the tie.
Shaking his head, the Gryffindor slowly gulped before... Ahem. "I'm afraid that... uh... Clairette... Well, the damage... It looks.." GULP. "Severe," Please don't shake him to death, Professor. He's still got a few good years left to live. ALSO, not going to move from his place in front of the tie because only Merlin knew what the Professor would see at the very sight of it. Could Flamsteed handle the damage? Only time could tell. Stay tuned for next weeks episode.
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Rorie simply nodded when the professor spoke her name, eyes still focused on something other than them. She honestly didn't know why anybody ever thought that wearing bathrobes for uniforms was a good idea. Beauxbatons. Beauxbatons, knew what was up, fashion wise. Should've been shipped over there instead.
It was only when she felt Damien move beside her that she finally looked over. The professor had some fancy assortment of teas for to them to chose from. She stared at them for two seconds before moving her gaze up to the man. "No, thank you." No offense, but she didn't really trust anything from anyone here. Especially Hogwarts staff for reasons.
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No? Did that mean she was more of a coffee or hot chocolate drinker? He still had gourmet marshmallows around...
Not taking his eyes off the Slytherin, he reached behind him cautiously and brought down the other options from the shelf and set them on the table. Yes? No?
Gaze lingering on Miss Hazelwood for a moment, he slowly turned his head to give the Gryffindor his full attention as he spoke. Airey couldn't help but wonder if this one had had a run in with Mr. Toros about uniforms. The astronomer could, not too fondly, recall when that particular Gryffindor had strolled into his office with his robes adorned with glitter. "Studies actually generally reflect the opposite," he said with a wink. "In regards to concentration that is." Just to let the pair know that he had done his research on the subject. Several times really. First time when he was a student. Not being able to wear his suits to lessons had had a borderline crippling effect on him in his youth - suits being a coping mechanism for his social anxiety.
As for the conformity and self expression argument - while the professor fully understood it and had been one of those students back in his day - he couldn't help but feel pity for those who felt that everything hinged on expressing themselves through clothes and sad that the opinion was that Hogwarts staff, himself included, were implying that they did not want students to be individuals and express themselves because it was school policy to wear a uniform.
If anyone thought that the Astronomy professor was the sort to want students to fit into a box, well, they clearly were not paying much attention.
"Yes to both," he chuckled, taking a long sip from his cup of tea before setting it back down on his desk. "Hopefully I can provide an answer."
Yes, yes, Damien had read those facts, less time worrying about clothes meant more time focusing on your studies, the Professor had a point there, yes. Absent-mindedly, the Lion ran a hand through his dark blond hair, taking his time in thinking up an answer. "I have heard that, Professor Airey, and concentration is very important, but you can't deny creative thinking and reaction times are just as important." Okay, again, he was laying this on thick here, but he sick of wearing these glorified bathrobes and since Airey was giving him a chance at least to make his case and Damien wasn't so quickly deterred.
Now, he did not, in any way think that Airey was trying to dampen his spirit, but some of the other professors - and that evil chick Murdoch - seemed almost to go out of their way to cramp the styles of the students, not just aesthetically, but in the way they thought and stood their ground, and it had begun to seriously irk the usually chill boy.
Damien smiled, pleased with the Astronomer's amusement - good sign, really good sign - The smile stayed on ever as he asked his question, because really, this was important, but it was also, by no means an angry conversation, more a lighthearted debate that the American fully intended to win. "Why do you wear a suit? Aside from the aesthetic reason?" He asked, steepling his long fingers together. His gaze set intently on the Professor's features.
All the while, he was aware of Rorie. Each deep breath brought in the scent of raspberries from her shampoo and he watched from the corner of his eye as she denied the tea, politely, but cooly. He'd hoped she'd be just a little more cordial, but he knew better than to expect anything from Rorie, she did as she pleased after all. Stupid Manic Pixie Dream Girls and their willful, but adorable natures.
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Yes, yes, Damien had read those facts, less time worrying about clothes meant more time focusing on your studies, the Professor had a point there, yes. Absent-mindedly, the Lion ran a hand through his dark blond hair, taking his time in thinking up an answer. "I have heard that, Professor Airey, and concentration is very important, but you can't deny creative thinking and reaction times are just as important." Okay, again, he was laying this on thick here, but he sick of wearing these glorified bathrobes and since Airey was giving him a chance at least to make his case and Damien wasn't so quickly deterred.
Now, he did not, in any way think that Airey was trying to dampen his spirit, but some of the other professors - and that evil chick Murdoch - seemed almost to go out of their way to cramp the styles of the students, not just aesthetically, but in the way they thought and stood their ground, and it had begun to seriously irk the usually chill boy.
Damien smiled, pleased with the Astronomer's amusement - good sign, really good sign - The smile stayed on ever as he asked his question, because really, this was important, but it was also, by no means an angry conversation, more a lighthearted debate that the American fully intended to win. "Why do you wear a suit? Aside from the aesthetic reason?" He asked, steepling his long fingers together. His gaze set intently on the Professor's features.
All the while, he was aware of Rorie. Each deep breath brought in the scent of raspberries from her shampoo and he watched from the corner of his eye as she denied the tea, politely, but cooly. He'd hoped she'd be just a little more cordial, but he knew better than to expect anything from Rorie, she did as she pleased after all. Stupid Manic Pixie Dream Girls and their willful, but adorable natures.
Rorie also did not take her eyes off the man while he did what he was doing. Which was apparently trying to keep tempting her with his poisons. SHE KNEW WHAT THESE TEACHERS WERE DOING. BRAINWASHING THE KIDS. IT ALL MAKES SENSE WHY THEY'RE SO LOONY AND EASILY PERSUADED. YOU WILL NOT GET ME, EVIL FIENDS.
*ahem* Rorie broke free there. Time to reel in back Lucinda. This time instead of saying anything at all, she just simply turned her head to look at something else. Just like a disinterested cat.
Not to mention, she was two seconds away from yawning. Their conversation was boring her, but if she revealed a yawn it was another not-so-lucinda thing. Can't have two strikes on her.
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......What?
Was that all supposed to make any sense? Because Agatha couldn't get anything useful out of what professor Flamsteed was saying. Taking ownership for her work and yadda yadda academic achievements and frustrations? What? That's what she did.
Not.
"I do my own homework." She retorted, not sure how this would help her case, but well, it WAS the truth. The Slytherin never EVER got anyone EVER to do her homework so there was THAT. She knew of many people who did and they never got in trouble.
...
She was willing to give him names if the Astronomer didn't get her in trouble for... whatever it was he called her there for.
His next words caused all sorts of things in her. First he called her bright, which people rarely did, so she approved of that. But then he started going on about her cunningness not reflecting in her work and she went from flushing to pale.
... ....
...
What was she supposed to say to that now? What did he even MEAN? Right, she knew she was never the brightest kid in class and that she was a complete disaster when it came to learning new spells and anything in general but SHE could DANCE and was the BEST ballerina EVER, did he KNOW that?
Frowning, the fifth year just stared at the man, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed. "And your point is?" Yes, there was some bitterness in her tone.
Oh yes, Flamsteed, you are so incredibly good at this thing.
Pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes tight, the Astronomy professor inhaled sharply. Clearly, the young woman was not yet aware of her own...struggles. was that the correct term? Well, whatever it was, she was either unaware of it or far too prideful and stubborn to realize it.
He was tempted to believe the latter, and that was not necessarily BAD...just made things more awkward for him.
Just...well...it was just best to be out with it now, wasn't it?
"The point," he said upon clearing his throat. "...the point, Miss Hapgood, is that I have the firm belief that you may have a bit of a learning disability." But he, of course, was no real expert on these matters and was simply acting on a hunch. Should he wait for that news to sink in? For her to give a reaction? Or just, er, keep on moving forward with his not-so-stellar bedside manner?
Wait. Waiting seemed like a good idea.
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The Gryffindor gave him a grave look, a GRAVE one because-- Wait. Had his Head of House just called the tie Clairette? Uh. Did the man name every one of his ties? There was more than just one thing wrong with that.... But he looked absolutely pained, so Zander did his best to keep a serious demeanor. 'Cause Professor Flamsteed had already gotten onto him about the whole 'YOO-rain-us' thing and well, didn't need a strike two, did he?
And then he was being shaken.
Merlin send help, please. And not just for the tie.
Shaking his head, the Gryffindor slowly gulped before... Ahem. "I'm afraid that... uh... Clairette... Well, the damage... It looks.." GULP. "Severe," Please don't shake him to death, Professor. He's still got a few good years left to live. ALSO, not going to move from his place in front of the tie because only Merlin knew what the Professor would see at the very sight of it. Could Flamsteed handle the damage? Only time could tell. Stay tuned for next weeks episode.
Manly tears. There were most definitely some manly tears threatening to stream down the man's cheeks right now as he finally released the prefect from his grip and held his hands out in front of his person like a small child begging his parents to give him a piece or two of candy. He even had those sad 'I've just been kicked' cruppy look about him too. The sort of forlorn look in the eyes that said 'pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase?'
"Let me...hold her, Mr. Adair."
Order, a feeble one, but an order. Not a request.
"Please."
For good measure.
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SPOILER!!: You're killing me with the Wink, Airey
Yes, yes, Damien had read those facts, less time worrying about clothes meant more time focusing on your studies, the Professor had a point there, yes. Absent-mindedly, the Lion ran a hand through his dark blond hair, taking his time in thinking up an answer. "I have heard that, Professor Airey, and concentration is very important, but you can't deny creative thinking and reaction times are just as important." Okay, again, he was laying this on thick here, but he sick of wearing these glorified bathrobes and since Airey was giving him a chance at least to make his case and Damien wasn't so quickly deterred.
Now, he did not, in any way think that Airey was trying to dampen his spirit, but some of the other professors - and that evil chick Murdoch - seemed almost to go out of their way to cramp the styles of the students, not just aesthetically, but in the way they thought and stood their ground, and it had begun to seriously irk the usually chill boy.
Damien smiled, pleased with the Astronomer's amusement - good sign, really good sign - The smile stayed on ever as he asked his question, because really, this was important, but it was also, by no means an angry conversation, more a lighthearted debate that the American fully intended to win. "Why do you wear a suit? Aside from the aesthetic reason?" He asked, steepling his long fingers together. His gaze set intently on the Professor's features.
All the while, he was aware of Rorie. Each deep breath brought in the scent of raspberries from her shampoo and he watched from the corner of his eye as she denied the tea, politely, but cooly. He'd hoped she'd be just a little more cordial, but he knew better than to expect anything from Rorie, she did as she pleased after all. Stupid Manic Pixie Dream Girls and their willful, but adorable natures.
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Rorie also did not take her eyes off the man while he did what he was doing. Which was apparently trying to keep tempting her with his poisons. SHE KNEW WHAT THESE TEACHERS WERE DOING. BRAINWASHING THE KIDS. IT ALL MAKES SENSE WHY THEY'RE SO LOONY AND EASILY PERSUADED. YOU WILL NOT GET ME, EVIL FIENDS.
*ahem* Rorie broke free there. Time to reel in back Lucinda. This time instead of saying anything at all, she just simply turned her head to look at something else. Just like a disinterested cat.
Not to mention, she was two seconds away from yawning. Their conversation was boring her, but if she revealed a yawn it was another not-so-lucinda thing. Can't have two strikes on her.
It wasn't that Airey was not taking the two - well, mostly the Gryffidor since the other was being eerily quiet at the moment - seriously with the choice of discussion, but he could already tell that things would not really go anywhere. Mr. Anderson WAS a Gryffindor after all, and once their minds were made up on something and an opinion had been formed...it was nearly impossible to change it. For better or worse. So when the Gryffindor responded with...some off the cuff comment that - again - stung a little, he was trying not to chuckle.
"Well, there are many reasons. Some of which I am afraid are a bit too personal for me to discuss with students," he said with a small salute to mostly show respect towards the young man's inquiry. "Ironically, and I promise I am not making this up on the fly, inspired by the very uniform you have come here to complain about. To a certain extent anyway." Life just was that way, you know? Ironic.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Slytherin...who still was not accepting anything he offered. Er...right then. He should just put all of that back then...
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Manly tears. There were most definitely some manly tears threatening to stream down the man's cheeks right now as he finally released the prefect from his grip and held his hands out in front of his person like a small child begging his parents to give him a piece or two of candy. He even had those sad 'I've just been kicked' cruppy look about him too. The sort of forlorn look in the eyes that said 'pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase?'
"Let me...hold her, Mr. Adair."
Order, a feeble one, but an order. Not a request.
"Please."
For good measure.
*sniffle*
Oh dear Merlin. If Professor Flamsteed look this sad BEFORE he even saw the damage... Zander could only imagine. He gave the Professor a feeble nod and-- you know what? This would've actually been a really funny story had Airey been any other person. Except ties were a pretty big deal for him, huh? And even that was an understatement. So yeah, Zander was being serious about it too. 'Cause didn't need another Uranus thing, you know?
"Just uh, a warning Professor, you may not like this..." Actually he would probably hate it. But no need to make him even more anxious. Turning around to the tie, he picked it up carefully with his thumb and index finger. Then he laid it across his two hands as he turned and transferred it onto Professor Flamsteed's own.
Would Flamsteed like some time alone to grieve? Or.... Would he want some kind of funeral planned-- wait a minute. They were talking about a TIE here. Pft. Funeral. A simple memorial service would be much more fitting.
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Oh yes, Flamsteed, you are so incredibly good at this thing.
Pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes tight, the Astronomy professor inhaled sharply. Clearly, the young woman was not yet aware of her own...struggles. was that the correct term? Well, whatever it was, she was either unaware of it or far too prideful and stubborn to realize it.
He was tempted to believe the latter, and that was not necessarily BAD...just made things more awkward for him.
Just...well...it was just best to be out with it now, wasn't it?
"The point," he said upon clearing his throat. "...the point, Miss Hapgood, is that I have the firm belief that you may have a bit of a learning disability." But he, of course, was no real expert on these matters and was simply acting on a hunch. Should he wait for that news to sink in? For her to give a reaction? Or just, er, keep on moving forward with his not-so-stellar bedside manner?
Wait. Waiting seemed like a good idea.
Agatha kept her frown in place as professor Flamsteed kept stalling. She partially wanted him to go straight to the point but also didn't want to know it at all. Maybe there was a reason why the man was feeling really uncomfortable and, honestly, Agatha did NOT want to know.
But there it was. The words echoed in her mind and as if she wasn't already pale enough, pretty much all the colour of her face was gone now. A learning disability. Disability.
Agatha Hapgood had a learning disability..? "What if you're wrong?" Was all she could say, her arms still crossed, but now she was burying her nails into her arm. She wanted to ask what made him think that but all of the facts were too obvious even to herself. Agatha didn't want to hear the reasons why he thought that, because it meant hearing how much of a failure she was and, to be honest, that was quite clear to her already.
After the moment of shock, the Slytherin huffed and shifted on her seat to be able to cross one of her legs overthe other. She looked away from the Gryffindor Head of House and started to shake her foot. "So what?? I don't need to learn stupid magic, I'm going to be the greatest ballerina that ever LIVED." She snapped, flipping her hair irritably and glaring at the window.
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Oh dear Merlin. If Professor Flamsteed look this sad BEFORE he even saw the damage... Zander could only imagine. He gave the Professor a feeble nod and-- you know what? This would've actually been a really funny story had Airey been any other person. Except ties were a pretty big deal for him, huh? And even that was an understatement. So yeah, Zander was being serious about it too. 'Cause didn't need another Uranus thing, you know?
"Just uh, a warning Professor, you may not like this..." Actually he would probably hate it. But no need to make him even more anxious. Turning around to the tie, he picked it up carefully with his thumb and index finger. Then he laid it across his two hands as he turned and transferred it onto Professor Flamsteed's own.
Would Flamsteed like some time alone to grieve? Or.... Would he want some kind of funeral planned-- wait a minute. They were talking about a TIE here. Pft. Funeral. A simple memorial service would be much more fitting.
The professor knew what that 'may' meant. It was the sort of 'may' that was supposed to be a cushion, a little disclaimer that things were not so terrible and that there was a glimmer of hope that everything would be alright. Perhaps even imply that the situation was not as bleak as it seemed. It was also the sort of 'may' that meant 'please do not hex me into the next century, professor'. Yes, it was a very weighted word. Very.
Letting out a shrill squeak that perhaps only crups could hear, the professor slumped to his knees before the prefect. "Clairette..." he whimpered, bringing his forehead to the chard silk. "Don't you quit on me...don't you dare quite on me!" Slowly, and with wobbly knees, the professor rose and returned the tie to its usual resting place in the display case. There may still be a way to fit her yet. Some charm work to be done...but he was certainly in no state to do that now...thus, for now, she would rest.
And so it was, that the professor stood by the display case with one hand resting on top of it with his back turned to the prefect.
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Agatha kept her frown in place as professor Flamsteed kept stalling. She partially wanted him to go straight to the point but also didn't want to know it at all. Maybe there was a reason why the man was feeling really uncomfortable and, honestly, Agatha did NOT want to know.
But there it was. The words echoed in her mind and as if she wasn't already pale enough, pretty much all the colour of her face was gone now. A learning disability. Disability.
Agatha Hapgood had a learning disability..? "What if you're wrong?" Was all she could say, her arms still crossed, but now she was burying her nails into her arm. She wanted to ask what made him think that but all of the facts were too obvious even to herself. Agatha didn't want to hear the reasons why he thought that, because it meant hearing how much of a failure she was and, to be honest, that was quite clear to her already.
After the moment of shock, the Slytherin huffed and shifted on her seat to be able to cross one of her legs overthe other. She looked away from the Gryffindor Head of House and started to shake her foot. "So what?? I don't need to learn stupid magic, I'm going to be the greatest ballerina that ever LIVED." She snapped, flipping her hair irritably and glaring at the window.
Pretending to straighten his tie once more, Airey cleared his throat and looked at the Slytherin. "And what if I am correct?" he returned, his hands unfolding and shrugging slightly. He could tell from her body language that the term 'disability' had hit an unwanted nerve, but he was not bringing this to light to torture the girl. Sweet solstice he was an educator! His job was to bring the best out of his students!
"I don't doubt you nor your ambition," he clarified, not at all surprised by her outburst. Even if it made him squirm in his seat a little as such delicate matters he handled much like a hammer to a pocket watch. "Especially when one considers that individuals with dyslexia have their strengths with the areas controlled by the right hemisphere of the brain, which fits perfectly with your dream."
Or perhaps it WAS her dream because she excelled at it? That was opening an whole new can of worms that he cared not dive into.
"As I said...I am no expert on the subject, Miss Hapgood, but I will be requesting that your Head of House write to your parents and ask that you see a specialist. Please, for the love of Merlin, do not focus on the false implications of the word 'disability'. There is no shame in potentially having dyslexia. The praised theoretical physicist, Albert Einstein, and comedic genius, Robin Williams were dyslexic."
And perhaps he would write Kirby personally to make sure he was in on the buzz.
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The professor knew what that 'may' meant. It was the sort of 'may' that was supposed to be a cushion, a little disclaimer that things were not so terrible and that there was a glimmer of hope that everything would be alright. Perhaps even imply that the situation was not as bleak as it seemed. It was also the sort of 'may' that meant 'please do not hex me into the next century, professor'. Yes, it was a very weighted word. Very.
Letting out a shrill squeak that perhaps only crups could hear, the professor slumped to his knees before the prefect. "Clairette..." he whimpered, bringing his forehead to the chard silk. "Don't you quit on me...don't you dare quite on me!" Slowly, and with wobbly knees, the professor rose and returned the tie to its usual resting place in the display case. There may still be a way to fit her yet. Some charm work to be done...but he was certainly in no state to do that now...thus, for now, she would rest.
And so it was, that the professor stood by the display case with one hand resting on top of it with his back turned to the prefect.
Never in his life had he ever seen someone take a tie so seriously. Zander didn't even know what to do... This was all very strange. A part of him was sad for the Professor and his-erm-loss, but another part of him was WAIT IT WAS A TIE??? Uh yeah, so back to not knowing what to do... He just sort of watched as the Professor peptalked the tie... And then walked it over to a display case? Wait. Did they really make display cases for ties? Merlin. Maybe other people took ties this seriously too. Strange. It was all very, very strange. Though Zander didn't dare say that to the clearly distraught Professor. He was in a fragile state, apparently. Much like his er, Clairette.
So uh. What exactly was the next proper move?
A little awkwardly-- no A LOT awkwardly, the Gryffindor took a few steps forward towards his Head of House. Zander sort of patted the man's back, trying to comfort him or er something like that. "Uh.. There, there.. Professor," was this the proper thing to do? Zander didn't even know.
Taking a few steps back, he scratched his head in confusion. "Would you-erm-like some time alone with her-uh-it-uh... Clairette?" Also, Flamsteed was aware that this was a TIE, correct? "Or... Uh... Is there anything I can do to help?" But again, erm, it was a tie... Not much else to be done, right?
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