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Charely Potter · 08-15-2015, 01:35 AM

The Courtyard is a cloister on the base of the Hogwarts Castle. This cloister seems to be one of the older parts of the castle and the ceiling and walls are dilapidated. Serving as the last area before approaching Hogwart's entrance doors, it also leads to the Wooden Bridge.

In the centre of the courtyard is an antique fountain surrounded by statues of eagles. Perfect for relaxing and making wishes at. Beware, once you toss in a coin, you can never get it back as the water surface sinks deeper and deeper preventing your hand from ever reaching inside to retrieve it. A pear tree also grows in this courtyard, free of worms making it safe to snack from.

Felixir · 11-11-2015, 09:31 AM

SPOILER!!: tricksy little flamsteed (no, kath, no ._.)

Levels of suspicion were still high, as Daxton could not imagine quite why anyone would help him without expecting something in return, unless there was something in it for them. He knew for a fact that he did not like feeling as though someone considered him in their debt, but now it was too late. He rolled the gum between his fingers - not too much, not too little, enough to get it to optimum stickiness - all the while keeping an eye on Airey Flamsteed.

For someone whose lessons were frequently chaotic and verging on nonsensical in their delivery, the man did speak a lot of sense. Daxton nodded, agreeing with his observation on those who threw coins into 'wishing wells' or fountains. Or on stars of all things. He looked up into the sky now, though of course the only visible star was their very own sun, then back at the surface of the water, and reflected on how little sense it all made. There was that saying, about how people often had more money than sense, and Daxton thought it must be true. He thought bitterly of all the people who had come by here and, having seen a higher value in some hopeless dream wish than in actual tangible money, had simply thrown their coins away. He hated them. Anyone who had enough money that they could casually cast it aside, without fear of repercussions. Daxton was glad he was not one of them; if it came down to it, he would choose sense over money, because at least the former would help him keep acquire and keep hold of the latter.

There came another nod from the Ravenclaw, as he stuck the gum to the end of the string, making sure it would not come free. He did agree, he would agree. Daxton would take these coins, useless where they remained, and actually use them for their intended purpose. He could save them, add them to his steadily growing collection of found, earned, and stolen coins, to put towards... to put towards important things.

Still highly aware of Airey Flamsteed standing nearby, still suspicious enough that he was trying to work out any possible motives, Daxton dipped the gum into the fountain and started fishing for coins. The venture was an instant success, too. Without his hand breaching the surface, the floor of the fountain remained in place, and the string he used only needed to dip halfway into the water before it reached the coins at the bottom. He focused on the silver ones, for there was a significant lack of galleons in the water (perhaps people were not quite so horrendously stupid as to throw those in, or perhaps someone else had simply got here first and scooped them out before him) and the knuts were smaller in value, though Daxton did not discount them completely.

One by one he fished out the coins - sickle, sickle, knut, sickle, knut, sickle, sickle, sickle, sickle, knut, sickle, a muggle two pound coin(!), sickle, sickle, knut, sickle, and so on - collecting them in his free hand, and glanced back at Airey Flamsteed, to see if he was witnessing this success. This financial windfall. It was hard not to get excited about it, though it might have been hard to notice such a response in Daxton, unless one knew exactly what they were looking for. He stretched up onto his tiptoes again and he jingled the coins in his hand, though his face remained as impassive as ever, but for the gleam in his eye.

sweetpinkpixie · 11-13-2015, 04:42 AM

SPOILER!!: my preeeeeeeeeeeeeecious, daxton

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Levels of suspicion were still high, as Daxton could not imagine quite why anyone would help him without expecting something in return, unless there was something in it for them. He knew for a fact that he did not like feeling as though someone considered him in their debt, but now it was too late. He rolled the gum between his fingers - not too much, not too little, enough to get it to optimum stickiness - all the while keeping an eye on Airey Flamsteed.

For someone whose lessons were frequently chaotic and verging on nonsensical in their delivery, the man did speak a lot of sense. Daxton nodded, agreeing with his observation on those who threw coins into 'wishing wells' or fountains. Or on stars of all things. He looked up into the sky now, though of course the only visible star was their very own sun, then back at the surface of the water, and reflected on how little sense it all made. There was that saying, about how people often had more money than sense, and Daxton thought it must be true. He thought bitterly of all the people who had come by here and, having seen a higher value in some hopeless dream wish than in actual tangible money, had simply thrown their coins away. He hated them. Anyone who had enough money that they could casually cast it aside, without fear of repercussions. Daxton was glad he was not one of them; if it came down to it, he would choose sense over money, because at least the former would help him keep acquire and keep hold of the latter.

There came another nod from the Ravenclaw, as he stuck the gum to the end of the string, making sure it would not come free. He did agree, he would agree. Daxton would take these coins, useless where they remained, and actually use them for their intended purpose. He could save them, add them to his steadily growing collection of found, earned, and stolen coins, to put towards... to put towards important things.

Still highly aware of Airey Flamsteed standing nearby, still suspicious enough that he was trying to work out any possible motives, Daxton dipped the gum into the fountain and started fishing for coins. The venture was an instant success, too. Without his hand breaching the surface, the floor of the fountain remained in place, and the string he used only needed to dip halfway into the water before it reached the coins at the bottom. He focused on the silver ones, for there was a significant lack of galleons in the water (perhaps people were not quite so horrendously stupid as to throw those in, or perhaps someone else had simply got here first and scooped them out before him) and the knuts were smaller in value, though Daxton did not discount them completely.

One by one he fished out the coins - sickle, sickle, knut, sickle, knut, sickle, sickle, sickle, sickle, knut, sickle, a muggle two pound coin(!), sickle, sickle, knut, sickle, and so on - collecting them in his free hand, and glanced back at Airey Flamsteed, to see if he was witnessing this success. This financial windfall. It was hard not to get excited about it, though it might have been hard to notice such a response in Daxton, unless one knew exactly what they were looking for. He stretched up onto his tiptoes again and he jingled the coins in his hand, though his face remained as impassive as ever, but for the gleam in his eye.

The astronomer watched as the first year got to work, admiring how methodical Mr. Prince was with the entire process. Not that the man expected anything less from the Ravenclaw. However selective this diligence may be.

Doing some quick conversions in his head, Airey gave an approving nod. "Excellent work, Mr. Prince, especially with that two pound coin just now. Just the right amount to repay the gift shop at the Royal Observatory," he said in an uncomfortably nonchalant tone as he pretended to examine his finger nails. He had really just always wanted to take on that pose when revealing to a student he knew precisely what they had done. "Unless the Royal Observatory chooses to prosecute, that is."

His eyes narrowed at the young man. Was he aware of what that meant? Financially? Hmmm?

Now, Airey had already taken upon himself to discuss the matter with the Royal Observatory and there was already certain plans in place - some, unfortunately, with the muggle authorities - and he would need to speak with Mr. Prince's mother before any of this were to actually transpire.

"There is no excuse, Mr. Prince, for shoplifting and you not only threatened my reputation as Astronomer Royal but the reputation of this school." Which had visited under a pseudo name, naturally, but still.

Felixir · 11-13-2015, 10:09 AM

SPOILER!!: it burnsss us

This was excellent work; it was all going much better than Daxton had ever expected it to, and he was obtaining a decent amount of money in just a few minutes. This was good. Good to know for the future. Keep gum and string on hand at all times.

Except he did not have much time to think about that, due to what the Astronomy professor said next. It made Daxton look up suddenly from the coins he had been re-counting, eyes widening ever so slightly in surprise as he realised exactly what Airey Flamsteed was talking about. The cards. The deck of cards. He had assumed it would not come back to him - such actions never had in the past, for various reasons - a belief that he had become more sure of the longer he had gone without any repercussions. But he had been lulled into a false sense of security.

Prosecute... Daxton supposed he was supposed to feel some sort of fear at the mention of prosecution, a criminal record, but, being a twelve-year-old boy - and an atypical one at that - the only thing really on his mind was the imminent loss of his ~~well-earned~~ newly acquired coins. But then, he was not an idiot. He knew what prosecution would likely lead to. Fines. Impossible-to-pay fines, which would lead... to more problems.

Biting at the inside of his lip, Daxton stared down again at his handful of money, still damp from the fountain pool. He did not want to surrender it, he did not want to give it up. Airey Flamsteed was lecturing, and Daxton was listening, only he was more focused on the thoughts running through his head. He had never, not once, been caught. Never had to face the consequences, and he could not quite work out how he felt about it, other than the feeling of a complete reluctance to give up his money.

After a long moment of silence, Daxton looked back up at the professor, the hints of excitement - already ever so slight - gone from his demeanour. He was not entirely sure of how he was supposed to react, of what he was supposed to do, but he clutched the coins protectively to his chest for the time being, not wanting to give them up unless he was explicitly asked to.

But he refused, outright refused, to look even the slightest bit pathetic. No little poor kid routine, no matter how much it might work in his favour - and he had a feeling it would not work on Airey Flamsteed even for a moment.

sweetpinkpixie · 11-20-2015, 08:02 AM

SPOILER!!: I'm too jet lagged for decent references now ;_______;

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Originally Posted by Felixir

This was excellent work; it was all going much better than Daxton had ever expected it to, and he was obtaining a decent amount of money in just a few minutes. This was good. Good to know for the future. Keep gum and string on hand at all times.

Except he did not have much time to think about that, due to what the Astronomy professor said next. It made Daxton look up suddenly from the coins he had been re-counting, eyes widening ever so slightly in surprise as he realised exactly what Airey Flamsteed was talking about. The cards. The deck of cards. He had assumed it would not come back to him - such actions never had in the past, for various reasons - a belief that he had become more sure of the longer he had gone without any repercussions. But he had been lulled into a false sense of security.

Prosecute... Daxton supposed he was supposed to feel some sort of fear at the mention of prosecution, a criminal record, but, being a twelve-year-old boy - and an atypical one at that - the only thing really on his mind was the imminent loss of his ~~well-earned~~ newly acquired coins. But then, he was not an idiot. He knew what prosecution would likely lead to. Fines. Impossible-to-pay fines, which would lead... to more problems.

Biting at the inside of his lip, Daxton stared down again at his handful of money, still damp from the fountain pool. He did not want to surrender it, he did not want to give it up. Airey Flamsteed was lecturing, and Daxton was listening, only he was more focused on the thoughts running through his head. He had never, not once, been caught. Never had to face the consequences, and he could not quite work out how he felt about it, other than the feeling of a complete reluctance to give up his money.

After a long moment of silence, Daxton looked back up at the professor, the hints of excitement - already ever so slight - gone from his demeanour. He was not entirely sure of how he was supposed to react, of what he was supposed to do, but he clutched the coins protectively to his chest for the time being, not wanting to give them up unless he was explicitly asked to.

But he refused, outright refused, to look even the slightest bit pathetic. No little poor kid routine, no matter how much it might work in his favour - and he had a feeling it would not work on Airey Flamsteed even for a moment.

The professor was beyond tickled with how well the first year was taking this little...shall we call it a hiccup? Yes, this little hiccup in the young man's development. Just a tiny hiccup.

ANYWAY!

Airey was certainly pleased that Mr. Prince was taking this all in stride without the slightest trace of a tear. The lack of tears was what he was more grateful for. Although he could tell that the dim twinkle of a distant star in the Ravenclaw's eye had faded away. Speaking of wishing on stars, ahem.

Eyeing the hand clutched the the young man's chest, Airey pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "It does not need to be those coins specifically, but you will pay back the amount of the deck of cards you lifted from the gift shop," he reaffirmed with a solemn nod. "Whether you wish to get that out of the way quickly and hand those over to me now will be up to you." Because said coin delivery would be done in person. "I must also suggest you put your quill to some more good use and write up an apology letter while you are looking for a break from your studies. You will need that as well when we next go to the Royal Observatory."

That was almost everything. There was one more tiny detail that needed to be breached with the young man, but baby steps. Best not to overwhelm those caught with their hand in the chocolate frog box. Well, two the man supposed. If you counted that he would also be discussing and sharing these details with the boy's mother.

Felixir · 11-21-2015, 03:30 AM

SPOILER!!: this means technically a win for me

Of course Daxton was not about to cry. Crying was often pointless, usually humiliating, and quite frankly it served no function. Luckily for him (and for Airey Flamsteed), he was seldom struck with the urge to shed any tears. They were both spared that awkwardness today.

So Daxton did not need to surrender these coins, but the more Airey Flamsteed spoke, the more it seemed to make sense to do so. The quicker he gave them up, the less it would eventually feel like he was handing over his own money. After a pause of just a moment, the Ravenclaw held out his hand to pass the coins right over, suddenly wanting them nowhere near him. There was, after all, no point in keeping the money if he would eventually be handing it over anyway. Airey Flamsteed could have it, and Daxton had decided he did not care.

But he faltered slightly at the mention of an apology letter. An apology. Daxton had never apologised for anything in his life, and he was not entirely sure how he would go about doing so. He blinked at Airey Flamsteed, completely nonplussed, then stared off across the courtyard, frowning in thought. Would that part really be necessary? Could he skip the letter? Daxton's gaze finally fell on Pebbles, the "pet" rock, near lost in thought for a good half minute before he looked up to the Astronomer again, half expecting him to reel off another dozen or so tasks for him to complete.

Before that could happen, Daxton quickly retrieved his notebook from his pocket again and flipped to a pre-written page. He turned it so that Airey Flamsteed could read the one-word question written there:

'Why?'

As in, why the apology letter? Why did he have to do that? A purely innocent question, despite Daxton's lack of innocence in this whole affair. Paying the Observatory, that he could understand, though he was not happy about it. Apologies, however, made less sense to him.

sweetpinkpixie · 11-24-2015, 01:46 AM

SPOILER!!: alright, alright. you can win the prize

Pocketing the coins, the astronomer patted the pocket on his suit and then returned his full attention to the Ravenclaw who STILL was not crying nor showing any indication that he would any time soon. Stellar, the professor knew that he could count on Mr. Prince to handle this situation maturely despite his age.

Ah yes, he had been wondering when the notebook would appear and it took the man little time to figure out what the 'why' written in the boy's notebook was alluding to.

"Besides being part of the terms set by the Observatory to keep the authority's involvement to a minimum, it is also a common courtesy to do so," he informed the Ravenclaw whilst folding his arms across his chest and offering yet another firm nod. "Don't make excuses for what happened and explain what did happen and why." The astronomer could only assume certain reasons, knowing what he did about the boy, but he was not about to voice those to him. Even if, perhaps, it was a little obvious given that the young man was just fishing for coins with gum on string. "Explain how you intend to correct your actions, and WHY you will never do it again. Tell them what you have learned from the experience and how you intend to discourage others' if you find out they are doing it too."　Airey paused here, observing the boy for a few more moments before continuing. "And if you are wondering about the 'how', fear not. That has been arranged. Community service at the Observatory this summer. Arrangements will be made with your mother."

IN the gift shop at that.

Felixir · 11-25-2015, 07:56 AM

SPOILER!!: and the prize is the ring, yes? yes

Common courtesy. Well, that made very little sense. What was the point of apologising if he did not mean it? It seemed to Daxton that a coerced apology was no more valid than a coerced confession. But it also occurred to him that it was fortunate for him that only an apology letter was required, rather than feeling any real remorse, and more fortunate still that nobody - to his knowledge, at least - had any way of checking the latter. Still, he would feel better about it if only he knew Occlumency, and in that moment Daxton sent a glare off towards the castle, in the general direction he knew that Dakest's office lay.

So, despite not agreeing or really even understanding why he was being required to apologise regardless of whether he felt sorry, Daxton slowly nodded his head, looking back down at his notebook and flipping at the edge of the pages with his thumb, listening all the while. Excuses for his behaviour were not something he often provided, but the rest of the information provided was valuable enough.

There was a long moment or two of silence after Airey Flamsteed had finished talking, wherein Daxton considered those last words of his and watched the corners of his notebook pages flip through the air with a satisfying 'flrrrrrrp'. Community service - working with no pay, essentially, as punishment - all the way over in London. The prospect did not exactly fill him with joy. The topic of his mother, too, was interesting. Daxton had not considered her finding out about all this, or what her reaction might be. Even trying to imagine the scenario now was not yielding many results, though he knew he would not have to try to imagine for very long. She was going to find out, and it would be... interesting.

At last the pint-sized felon stopped flipping the pages of the notebook, turned his attention back to the Astronomer, and gave a reluctant and unhappy but firm nod of his own. Daxton, for the most part, knew when to pick his battles, knew which were worth fighting. If the authorities were involved here, he was already outnumbered and out of his depth.

He flipped open his notebook again, slipping an ordinary pen out of the spiral binding and using it to write a new message on the next fresh page.

'Have you told her yet?'

The question referred to his mother, of course. Daxton was curious, but otherwise unconcerned. He did not think that she knew, as he had received no letters regarding the matter, but then communication in this world was so painfully slow that it was anyone's guess. But before he shared his question, Daxton had another sudden thought, and quickly made an addition before holding the notebook up for Airey Flamsteed to read.

'Have you told her yet?

Will she come to the Observatory? Will you be there? And do I have to see any police?'

It was impossible to tell from his expression just what kind of answers he was hoping for.

sweetpinkpixie · 11-28-2015, 08:51 AM

SPOILER!!: sure. yes. let's roll with that, preciooooooooouuuuuuuuus

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Common courtesy. Well, that made very little sense. What was the point of apologising if he did not mean it? It seemed to Daxton that a coerced apology was no more valid than a coerced confession. But it also occurred to him that it was fortunate for him that only an apology letter was required, rather than feeling any real remorse, and more fortunate still that nobody - to his knowledge, at least - had any way of checking the latter. Still, he would feel better about it if only he knew Occlumency, and in that moment Daxton sent a glare off towards the castle, in the general direction he knew that Dakest's office lay.

So, despite not agreeing or really even understanding why he was being required to apologise regardless of whether he felt sorry, Daxton slowly nodded his head, looking back down at his notebook and flipping at the edge of the pages with his thumb, listening all the while. Excuses for his behaviour were not something he often provided, but the rest of the information provided was valuable enough.

There was a long moment or two of silence after Airey Flamsteed had finished talking, wherein Daxton considered those last words of his and watched the corners of his notebook pages flip through the air with a satisfying 'flrrrrrrp'. Community service - working with no pay, essentially, as punishment - all the way over in London. The prospect did not exactly fill him with joy. The topic of his mother, too, was interesting. Daxton had not considered her finding out about all this, or what her reaction might be. Even trying to imagine the scenario now was not yielding many results, though he knew he would not have to try to imagine for very long. She was going to find out, and it would be... interesting.

At last the pint-sized felon stopped flipping the pages of the notebook, turned his attention back to the Astronomer, and gave a reluctant and unhappy but firm nod of his own. Daxton, for the most part, knew when to pick his battles, knew which were worth fighting. If the authorities were involved here, he was already outnumbered and out of his depth.

He flipped open his notebook again, slipping an ordinary pen out of the spiral binding and using it to write a new message on the next fresh page.

'Have you told her yet?'

The question referred to his mother, of course. Daxton was curious, but otherwise unconcerned. He did not think that she knew, as he had received no letters regarding the matter, but then communication in this world was so painfully slow that it was anyone's guess. But before he shared his question, Daxton had another sudden thought, and quickly made an addition before holding the notebook up for Airey Flamsteed to read.

'Have you told her yet?

Will she come to the Observatory? Will you be there? And do I have to see any police?'

It was impossible to tell from his expression just what kind of answers he was hoping for.

Well, this was good. There was no real protesting coming from the first year - not that he really expected there to be - and it seemed as though he would take his punishment in stride. Actually changing his behavior and not just going through the motions, well, that was an entirely different matter all together. But Mr. Prince was just a first year. Hopefully not one with as thick a skull as he had been as a first year, but only time would tell.

Oh, wait a moment...there was some scribbling happening and...

Oh. No protesting. Phew. False alarm there.

"Not yet," he replied with a firm shake of his head. "I wanted you to be the first to know about these arrangements so that you could have time to process things before informing your mother. I will be speaking with her soon, however." Perhaps in person if he could manage it considering the severity of the situation. It was no simple detention notice. "As for her presence at the Observatory, only if she wants to. I will try to be there for some if not all unless other duties call me away, but I will organize your transport and ensure that there will be someone to assist you." Portkey business and all, which was easily attached to the one he would already be requiring for his own work purposes.

As for the police, well, he would let the Ravenclaw squirm on that one a little more...although the slight twinkle in the man's eye did indicate an answer.

Checking his sundial watch, the astronomer figured that now was as good a time as ever to head to the owlery and contact the boy's mother. It would mean a continuation of Pebbles' walk which he knew she would appreciate.

"Any further questions, Mr. Prince?" he asked. If not, he was welcome to keep fishing for coins.

Felixir · 11-29-2015, 08:47 PM

SPOILER!!: MY precious

So his mother was not yet aware of the situation, but it occurred to Daxton that his feelings on the matter would not be much different if she did already know, given that he had very little idea how she would react.

He simply nodded upon hearing that Airey Flamsteed would indeed be present at the Observatory - or at least endeavour to. Daxton would never admit it, but, though he was mostly unbothered by the prospect of community service, he was much more perturbed by the idea of spending large amounts of time in a place he was not used to surrounded by people he did not know. The Astronomer's presence might be a small comfort, be he did not know for sure. The likelihood was that his mother would also be present if she could, though Daxton suddenly wondered just whether or not portkeys would work to transport those who were not at all magical. It was a question he had never considered before, and so the first year made a mental note to look into that later. Travelling to Greenwich would otherwise be... expensive business.

It did not escape Daxton's notice, Airey Flamsteed neglecting to answer his question about the police, but he did not visibly react. As he shut his notebook again, and returned it to his pocket, Daxton tried his best not to imagine such a scenario. It was impossible, of course, but as long as he could wait until he was alone before dwelling on it, that would do. To distract himself from the matter, the Ravenclaw held up his string-and-gum creation again, watching the way the gum swing gently, the pattern of its progress affected by the gentlest movement of his hand. It was intriguing enough that he could focus on that instead.

Airey Flamsteed's question was greeted with a shake of the head. A lie, of course, Daxton had a great deal more questions, but the answers would likely spawn even more questions, and then more, and so on, and they would be stuck in a never-ending cycle. Eventually, once he had properly processed the information, he might pose more well thought out questions to someone, be it his mother or the professor before hime or even the staff at the Observatory. For the time-being, there was still a fountain full of coins behind Daxton, coins that were open for the taking, and he was eager to get back to doing just that before anyone else could swoop in and steal them for themselves.

sweetpinkpixie · 12-02-2015, 05:32 AM

SPOILER!!: no you're MY precious

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Originally Posted by Felixir

So his mother was not yet aware of the situation, but it occurred to Daxton that his feelings on the matter would not be much different if she did already know, given that he had very little idea how she would react.

He simply nodded upon hearing that Airey Flamsteed would indeed be present at the Observatory - or at least endeavour to. Daxton would never admit it, but, though he was mostly unbothered by the prospect of community service, he was much more perturbed by the idea of spending large amounts of time in a place he was not used to surrounded by people he did not know. The Astronomer's presence might be a small comfort, be he did not know for sure. The likelihood was that his mother would also be present if she could, though Daxton suddenly wondered just whether or not portkeys would work to transport those who were not at all magical. It was a question he had never considered before, and so the first year made a mental note to look into that later. Travelling to Greenwich would otherwise be... expensive business.

It did not escape Daxton's notice, Airey Flamsteed neglecting to answer his question about the police, but he did not visibly react. As he shut his notebook again, and returned it to his pocket, Daxton tried his best not to imagine such a scenario. It was impossible, of course, but as long as he could wait until he was alone before dwelling on it, that would do. To distract himself from the matter, the Ravenclaw held up his string-and-gum creation again, watching the way the gum swing gently, the pattern of its progress affected by the gentlest movement of his hand. It was intriguing enough that he could focus on that instead.

Airey Flamsteed's question was greeted with a shake of the head. A lie, of course, Daxton had a great deal more questions, but the answers would likely spawn even more questions, and then more, and so on, and they would be stuck in a never-ending cycle. Eventually, once he had properly processed the information, he might pose more well thought out questions to someone, be it his mother or the professor before hime or even the staff at the Observatory. For the time-being, there was still a fountain full of coins behind Daxton, coins that were open for the taking, and he was eager to get back to doing just that before anyone else could swoop in and steal them for themselves.

Clasping his hands together behind his back, Airey rocked back onto his heels for a time and nodded his head in the Ravenclaw's direction. "Alrighty then, we shall be in touch, Mr. Prince," he said, offering the first year one last salute before continuing on his way out of the courtyard with Pebbles clunking along behind.

He had some owls to send off.

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