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Keep secret until this term, this room has served as a private get away and creative space for Professor Flamsteed. A grand piano sits in one corner of the room opposite an expansive bookshelf containing the remainder of his astronomy texts, science fiction novels, and other works of fiction and nonfiction the astronomer couldn't keep in his office. A few comfy chairs and one large sofa are strung about the room in what looks like a methodical manner with some sort of hidden meaning to their placement. By the door is a large white board that the professor uses to map out ideas and complicated theories related to his research. New to the lounge this term is a sign written in large bold red letters that reads: THIEVES BEWARE!
This space is open to student use, but the door to the room may vanish from time to time when the astronomer is inside and wish not be disturbed.
OOC: should your character decide to nick something from the lounge, the dominate hand of your character will transfigured into a ball!nub the moment an item reaches a threshold (either a window or a doorway). Just a flesh colored nub. Meanwhile, the other hand turns BRIGHT RED as you, you little thief, have been caught red handed!
In all honesty, Miss Brown, he had not thought his theory through to that extent. However, considering that he had not thought it beneficial to cast the spell on her as well...that showed a bit of the extent of his true concern over the matter. Reality was more likely that he just did not fancy the smell and was trying to make up a more legitimate sounding reason and now look like a flobberworm in the presence of something new.
"Thank you, Miss Brown," he accepted gleeful as he continued his painting of her...er...fingers. "Ever wonder how muggles make those fancy designs without the aid of magic? Such precise points and designs," he mused as he made abstract art out of the Ravenclaw's hand. "I've seen some truly stellar detailing done while I was employed at NASA...but this is so...messy..."
Or maybe it was just him looking at his handiwork.
"I wouldn't have believed it either," he chuckled. Still didn't believe this was happening to be honest. And he proooooooobably had made enough of a mess of her hand that he wouldn't push the toe nail painting. Although maybe HE should get those painted. He could at least cover those up. But then, assuming he liked what he saw, he could not admire Miss Brown's artistic mark on his cuticles.
Decisions decisions...
"Well...I think I got them all now," he applauded himself. Looking down at his shoes to his hands to his shoes to his hand, he finally made the executive decision not to go with the feet. "MY TURN!"
He thrust both his hands out eagerly, fingers wiggling in anticipation.
"There will not be an end of term slumber party," he said, clearing his throat a few times and trying not to squirm too much. "Not unless someone slips something into me cereal again." And he has his suspicious about that. Mmhmmmmm.
"And that was not an invitation. For the record. Nor a request."
So...about his wiggling fingers...
You know, even with his extensive knowledge and wisdom of the universe, sometimes Flamsteed reminded Sophie Brown of an overgrown toddler. His quirks and his childlike, goofy, excitable approach to life was quite amusing, but uplifting, too, and the smile on the sixth year's face demonstrated just how well he was brightening her mood as he continued making an absolute mess of her hands. But it wasn't a big deal - she could just clean it up later.
"I don't think I'll ever get over that you've worked for NASA," Sophie remarked with envy, now blowing on her finished fingernails occasionally to help them dry further. "That's wicked cool. I'd love to do something for them. Dunno what, but it seems like it'd be super interesting. Am I too old to do one of their space camps or somethin'? That would be super fun." There was a beat, and then, "Maybe that's what your summer alumni meet-ups should be. UNOFFICIAL SPACE CAMP for all of us to relive the memories of bein' taught about everything cool by you, and then some. Could you imagine?" Ugh. All of his best and favorite students, getting to nerd out together over astronomy. What a DREAM, right?!
When he announced that he was finished and that it was his turn, Sophie brought both of her hands up toward her face and lightly blew on all ten of her fingernails, the tips of her fingers curled toward her as she gave him and his wiggling fingers an amused look. She actually giggled a bit out of instinct, even, and when he mentioned the bit about the cereal... she LAUGHED.
"It wasn't your cereal, professor. It was Cutty's," she corrected him innocently, an angelic smile gracing her features. She knew HE knew it was her, but she had NEVER directly admitted it, so... heheheh. She certainly wasn't going to start now, but she was going to dance around the topic some more. "At any rate, m'sure that someone never expected you to start eating it. The kind of person who wanted to see a friendly, happy-go-lucky Cutty probably wouldn't have ever want to get a professor involved. I mean, m'just guessing." Hehehe. "Maybe they just wanted to see someone who's usually cold and unfriendly BE warm and friendly, maybe to see the good in them and see their potential for who they COULD be some day and be willing to give 'em a chance to be that good person."
But again, SHE WAS JUST GUESSING. Ahem.
Her nails were mostly dry by the time she finished her rebuttal, so she went ahead and lowered the professor's wiggling fingers onto the pillow between them, then took the little brush from the nail polish bottle, brushed it against the tip of the bottle to remove the excess liquid, then started with the man's pinky finger and began painting. She leaned forward to get a closer look and be precise, using deliberate, careful strokes, a stark contrast to the man's own nail-painting technique.
"On a completely unrelated note," she spoke up softly, her voice quieter as if it could help her concentration on the task at hand (hurr hurr), "thanks for always sparing me and never tarnishing my behavioral record. There's probably been loads of times that you could've taken points or given me detention or somethin' for having too much fun and probably crossing a line, but you've been very gracious to me." She'd moved onto another fingernail now after dipping the brush back into the bottle. "You've always given me loads of chances. Even when Dot and I played that prank on you with the glow-in-the-dark stars."
She was grinning now and briefly stopped her painting to let her eyes flicker up to meet his as she went on, "Y'either have a mighty fine sense of humor, or y'understand that I never have malicious intentions... or y'like someone being brave 'nuff to pick on someone who's at as high of a caliber as you." Her grin turned cheeky, then, and she shrugged as she continued painting, "Or maybe it's a combination of all those?" She wasn't sure, though, but... she WANTED to know. Why was he always so gracious and forgiving with her? "B'no professor has ever taken points from me or given me detention. S'not like I've tried to make it happen, but, like..." she gave him an uncertain look, "have I really always deserved that kinda grace? Or are y'just giving me a break 'cause I'm an Outstanding student and do a good job in your class and y'think my strengths allow you to overlook the times where I cause a lil mischief?" Sophie Brown had given this a lot of thought, okay? She needed to KNOW.
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You know, even with his extensive knowledge and wisdom of the universe, sometimes Flamsteed reminded Sophie Brown of an overgrown toddler. His quirks and his childlike, goofy, excitable approach to life was quite amusing, but uplifting, too, and the smile on the sixth year's face demonstrated just how well he was brightening her mood as he continued making an absolute mess of her hands. But it wasn't a big deal - she could just clean it up later.
"I don't think I'll ever get over that you've worked for NASA," Sophie remarked with envy, now blowing on her finished fingernails occasionally to help them dry further. "That's wicked cool. I'd love to do something for them. Dunno what, but it seems like it'd be super interesting. Am I too old to do one of their space camps or somethin'? That would be super fun." There was a beat, and then, "Maybe that's what your summer alumni meet-ups should be. UNOFFICIAL SPACE CAMP for all of us to relive the memories of bein' taught about everything cool by you, and then some. Could you imagine?" Ugh. All of his best and favorite students, getting to nerd out together over astronomy. What a DREAM, right?!
When he announced that he was finished and that it was his turn, Sophie brought both of her hands up toward her face and lightly blew on all ten of her fingernails, the tips of her fingers curled toward her as she gave him and his wiggling fingers an amused look. She actually giggled a bit out of instinct, even, and when he mentioned the bit about the cereal... she LAUGHED.
"It wasn't your cereal, professor. It was Cutty's," she corrected him innocently, an angelic smile gracing her features. She knew HE knew it was her, but she had NEVER directly admitted it, so... heheheh. She certainly wasn't going to start now, but she was going to dance around the topic some more. "At any rate, m'sure that someone never expected you to start eating it. The kind of person who wanted to see a friendly, happy-go-lucky Cutty probably wouldn't have ever want to get a professor involved. I mean, m'just guessing." Hehehe. "Maybe they just wanted to see someone who's usually cold and unfriendly BE warm and friendly, maybe to see the good in them and see their potential for who they COULD be some day and be willing to give 'em a chance to be that good person."
But again, SHE WAS JUST GUESSING. Ahem.
Her nails were mostly dry by the time she finished her rebuttal, so she went ahead and lowered the professor's wiggling fingers onto the pillow between them, then took the little brush from the nail polish bottle, brushed it against the tip of the bottle to remove the excess liquid, then started with the man's pinky finger and began painting. She leaned forward to get a closer look and be precise, using deliberate, careful strokes, a stark contrast to the man's own nail-painting technique.
"On a completely unrelated note," she spoke up softly, her voice quieter as if it could help her concentration on the task at hand (hurr hurr), "thanks for always sparing me and never tarnishing my behavioral record. There's probably been loads of times that you could've taken points or given me detention or somethin' for having too much fun and probably crossing a line, but you've been very gracious to me." She'd moved onto another fingernail now after dipping the brush back into the bottle. "You've always given me loads of chances. Even when Dot and I played that prank on you with the glow-in-the-dark stars."
She was grinning now and briefly stopped her painting to let her eyes flicker up to meet his as she went on, "Y'either have a mighty fine sense of humor, or y'understand that I never have malicious intentions... or y'like someone being brave 'nuff to pick on someone who's at as high of a caliber as you." Her grin turned cheeky, then, and she shrugged as she continued painting, "Or maybe it's a combination of all those?" She wasn't sure, though, but... she WANTED to know. Why was he always so gracious and forgiving with her? "B'no professor has ever taken points from me or given me detention. S'not like I've tried to make it happen, but, like..." she gave him an uncertain look, "have I really always deserved that kinda grace? Or are y'just giving me a break 'cause I'm an Outstanding student and do a good job in your class and y'think my strengths allow you to overlook the times where I cause a lil mischief?" Sophie Brown had given this a lot of thought, okay? She needed to KNOW.
Overgrown toddler. A sentiment that was shared with the astronomer's sisters, but not so affectionately depending on which sister was up for discussion. Quite the accurate description, to be sure.
"Why is that, Miss Brown?" he asked, genuinely curious as to why it seemed so...shocking? Perplexing? Whatever the emotional reaction was was intriguing to the man. "Actually, Advanced Space Academy is for ages 15 to 18 and if you are genuinely interested in attending I could use one of my contacts to secure you a spot. Have done so previously with other inquisitive students like yourself." And there was also Adult Space Academy, which he had attended himself more often than he would admit out loud, as well. He only chuckled and offered a wink at the Ravenclaw's suggestion. Something to consider, yes. All in due time.
Nailed it. Totally nailed it.
Pun intended?
Chest puffing out as Miss Brown obviously admired his artistic liberties, his cheeks also puffed out and he may have briefly taken on the appearance of a disappointed toddler. Right. Cutty's cereal. Someone. Gosh golly jee whoever could that be. It seemed that they all had settled on a somewhat silent agreement with matters there, and the Astronomy professor had no real facts to back up said claims anyway, so best to just leave THAT piece of school history as just that. History. Besides, he was hardly one to speak against harmless pranks considering he had done one or two or 100 in his days as a student.
Watching as Miss Brown got to work, he was tempted to make some sort of comment about staying between the lines, but all witty commentary went sailing right out the window and into the Black Lake as his personal beautician went into a stream of conscious sort of speech about...wait, what?
Just get some nail polish on his suit, Miss Brown, and we will see about that "never lost points" concern of yours.
Airey actually could not contain his laughter and ended up coughing some violent chuckles. What student was CONCERNED about not being given detention for trespasses? If he had been granted this so-called "get out of detention free" aura, well, he would have been all over taking advantage of that. Surely not questioning the why, if there was even one.
"I cannot speak for every member on staff, Miss Brown, only myself," he said casually. He had had the unfortunate pleasure of finding a bit of unwanted parchment with words written on it during one of his walks with Pebbles and knew the rumors. Blasted gossip pseudo newspaper rubbish thing. "But outstanding student or not, I look at each behavioral issue as an isolated incident in compliance with my rules and act accordingly. Gave one of my brightest pupils a detention once. Food in the astrophysics laboratory. Although, heh, it actually turned out she hadn't done anything wrong and had only happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."
That HAD been a glorious detention, however.
"If you are complaining about a lack of discipline, Miss Brown, I can certainly up my game."
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Overgrown toddler. A sentiment that was shared with the astronomer's sisters, but not so affectionately depending on which sister was up for discussion. Quite the accurate description, to be sure.
"Why is that, Miss Brown?" he asked, genuinely curious as to why it seemed so...shocking? Perplexing? Whatever the emotional reaction was was intriguing to the man. "Actually, Advanced Space Academy is for ages 15 to 18 and if you are genuinely interested in attending I could use one of my contacts to secure you a spot. Have done so previously with other inquisitive students like yourself." And there was also Adult Space Academy, which he had attended himself more often than he would admit out loud, as well. He only chuckled and offered a wink at the Ravenclaw's suggestion. Something to consider, yes. All in due time.
Nailed it. Totally nailed it.
Pun intended?
Chest puffing out as Miss Brown obviously admired his artistic liberties, his cheeks also puffed out and he may have briefly taken on the appearance of a disappointed toddler. Right. Cutty's cereal. Someone. Gosh golly jee whoever could that be. It seemed that they all had settled on a somewhat silent agreement with matters there, and the Astronomy professor had no real facts to back up said claims anyway, so best to just leave THAT piece of school history as just that. History. Besides, he was hardly one to speak against harmless pranks considering he had done one or two or 100 in his days as a student.
Watching as Miss Brown got to work, he was tempted to make some sort of comment about staying between the lines, but all witty commentary went sailing right out the window and into the Black Lake as his personal beautician went into a stream of conscious sort of speech about...wait, what?
Just get some nail polish on his suit, Miss Brown, and we will see about that "never lost points" concern of yours.
Airey actually could not contain his laughter and ended up coughing some violent chuckles. What student was CONCERNED about not being given detention for trespasses? If he had been granted this so-called "get out of detention free" aura, well, he would have been all over taking advantage of that. Surely not questioning the why, if there was even one.
"I cannot speak for every member on staff, Miss Brown, only myself," he said casually. He had had the unfortunate pleasure of finding a bit of unwanted parchment with words written on it during one of his walks with Pebbles and knew the rumors. Blasted gossip pseudo newspaper rubbish thing. "But outstanding student or not, I look at each behavioral issue as an isolated incident in compliance with my rules and act accordingly. Gave one of my brightest pupils a detention once. Food in the astrophysics laboratory. Although, heh, it actually turned out she hadn't done anything wrong and had only happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."
That HAD been a glorious detention, however.
"If you are complaining about a lack of discipline, Miss Brown, I can certainly up my game."
"No, I didn't mean that it was like... a SURPRISE to me, I'll just never get over it 'cause it's so COOL." The sixth year was VERY worked up and animated in her facial expressions as she spoke, but her nail-painting continued on uninterrupted. "Like you WORKED for them, that's like - you're pretty famous, aren't you, professor? What with your Astronomer Royal accomplishments and-- Merlin, I hope the other students actually REALIZE that you're, like, a LEGITIMATE professor, not just some mediocre professor Truebridge hired on a whim 'cause she needed to fill the vacancy. Not that any of the professors are necessarily bad, but y'know? Sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures, I've noticed, and there are like... different calibers of professors. You fall into the super genius category, probably right up there with Professor Culloden 'n his extensive potions knowledge and Professor Botros in HIS knowing everything about pretty much everything. D'you think your other students realize it? How super brilliant and important to the world you are?" Sophie Brown was VERY serious and concern actually showed very clearly in the furrowing of her eyebrows. DID they know, or was he being taken for granted?!
Ugh. They very idea of him not being appreciated hurt.
She had to take a moment to catch her breath after her monologue, but her expression untwisted from its heated state back into one of delight at his offer to help her into a SPACE ACADEMY. "Could you really? Am I qualified? Would they really let me in?" BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE WAY TOO COOL.
As for her anxieties about his lack of punishing her... the man was laughing, which seemed like a good thing, UNTIL he started talking. His words sounded harsh, almost a little unnerving, and kind of scary, too - she tried to hide how deflated he'd just made her, but she couldn't do anything about the hint of redness that now tinted her cheeks and the tips of her ears. But she forced laughter and offered a simple shrug at his final words, words that seemed more threatening than anything, "I'm not complaining at all, professor." More nervous laughter, and she tried to sound playful as she went on, "You TOTALLY just turned my thanks for you showing me grace into, like, some scary, ominous thing--" more laughter, but then her expression turned earnest, "I mean, I totally respect all your decisions, and I never mean to upset you or inconvenience you. Anytime I've ever picked on you, like with the star thing, it's 'cause you're one of my favorite people here. I wouldn't waste my time on antagonizing someone for malicious purposes, y'know? I give y'that kinda attention 'cause I think it's fun and I know you've got a good sense of humor and..."
She scratched at her eyebrow, letting her eyes meet his gaze for the first time in her ramblings before working on the last unpainted nail of his pinky finger, "And we were actually trying to cheer you up in our own way 'n distract you from the things that were plaguing you, 'cause we could tell you were having a hard time. Like, surprise, there's glow in the dark stars on your ceiling! How cute, how fun-- we used the ones I bought at the space centre when we went. We saw it as harmless, and, like, it was more like an ODE to you than something cruel to ruin your life, y'know what I mean?"
Stop talking, Sophie Brown.
She finished her mighty fine paint job of his nails and recapped bottle of nail polish, beads of nervous sweat threatening to form on her forehead as she tried to best rectify the situation, her gaze not leaving the man's hands even though she was finished now. "I don't wanna keep the streak of misbehaving prefects from last term going. I can't do detention. I was lucky to get this badge at all, and I don't wanna mess it up... but I also don't wanna be a goody-two-shoes, y'know? I wanna be me and have fun and play harmless pranks and live LIFE. There's like, these cold hard lines of rules and lines you're not supposed to cross or whatever, and I think it's mega fun to toe that line. Push the limit a little, be smart 'n savvy at attempts to bend the rules a little, so not completely break the rules, but also like... kinda make 'em my own... I mean... you know?"
DID he know? She didn't even know. She had no idea what kind of student he'd been, but based upon the way he appreciated order and organization and things being spick-and-span in the classroom setting... sigh. He was probably one of those nerdy, goody-two-shoes, wasn't he? Was he going to reprimand her right here and now for admitting to not being one THOUSAND percent willing to follow the rules? Ugh. This conversation was the worst. She quit.
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