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sweetpinkpixie · #1 (**permalink**) 12-16-2012, 01:20 PM

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

OOC: please do not post here without having been invited in by Professor Flamsteed from the waiting area or spoken with me OOC. Posting without doing either of these puts your post at risk of being unceremoniously deleted.

feeheeheeny · 09-09-2015, 12:48 AM

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Airey stood very still while Miss Brown said her piece, still not quite sure how to handle this one. One meaning the Ravenclaw standing in front of them. Then again, he never was quite sure how to handle Ravenclaws in general.

He wondered how Leobald managed. Maybe the secret lay in his hair, hence why the man was always going supernova when teased about his receding hair line. Magical Ravenclaw controlling hair.

Wait. She was still talking...and he caught the gist of 'open your door' among the other words coming from her mouth. "Certainly, please. Come in," he said as he stepped to the side and held the door open for her. "I'll put some tea on. Or were you more of the hot chocolate variety?"

OOC: first last, omg pls T_______T but you are free to post inside the office now :3

Oh, good. He was letting her inside. Awfully nice of him, that was, and Soph bounced inside with relief, nodding her affirmation to the man's question. "Hot chocolate for me, please." Always hot chocolate. Always.

As she moved further into the room, Sophie dug into the bag slung over her shoulder and started pulling out nine little bottles and setting them on the man's desk, one by one. "Got these for you this summer. Took a lil bit of hunting, but they're all magical nail polishes. Easier than the kind y'had before, 'cause with these the opening of the bottle is bigger and y'just dip the tips of your fingers into the solution one at a time, count to ten, then when y'pull 'em out, the polish'll be coating your fingernails evenly, 'n JUST the fingernails, not the skin 'round it. S'wicked cool, magic is. Dries almost instantly, too."

Hot chocolate for cool nail polishes that looked like outer space was a fair trade, wasn't it?

sweetpinkpixie · 09-09-2015, 01:24 AM

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Oh, good. He was letting her inside. Awfully nice of him, that was, and Soph bounced inside with relief, nodding her affirmation to the man's question. "Hot chocolate for me, please." Always hot chocolate. Always.

As she moved further into the room, Sophie dug into the bag slung over her shoulder and started pulling out nine little bottles and setting them on the man's desk, one by one. "Got these for you this summer. Took a lil bit of hunting, but they're all magical nail polishes. Easier than the kind y'had before, 'cause with these the opening of the bottle is bigger and y'just dip the tips of your fingers into the solution one at a time, count to ten, then when y'pull 'em out, the polish'll be coating your fingernails evenly, 'n JUST the fingernails, not the skin 'round it. S'wicked cool, magic is. Dries almost instantly, too."

Hot chocolate for cool nail polishes that looked like outer space was a fair trade, wasn't it?

Hot chocolate it was! Which meant hot water for the pot and not tea. "And Earl Grey, hot, for myself," he said with a grin and a wave of his wand towards his tea set.

Oh? She had brought him somethi--- on sweet solstice. Daphne would have a field day knowing that students were bringing him nail polish as peace offerings and gifts. Not that he was against the idea - although he was unlikely to admit how therapeutic he had found the whole process last term. Not to mention having the constant reminder right THERE on your fingernails that we are in the universe and the universe is in us. That the energy content contained within each and every human body comes from the universe and is also given back to it when the time comes.

But WHICH one to use first?

Realizing that he was gawking AND beaming at Miss Brown's offering for much longer than was socially acceptable, the astronomer cleared his throat and adjusted his tie before speaking. "That reminds me, Miss Brown," he said as he strolled over to his desk and opened up a drawer to grab a photograph to hand to her. "Courtesy of Mr. McWitty."

A photo that had obviously not made the cut for yearbook, but was no doubt known by many at this point. Yearbook paparazzi were an eager bunch.

feeheeheeny · 09-09-2015, 09:33 PM

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Hot chocolate it was! Which meant hot water for the pot and not tea. "And Earl Grey, hot, for myself," he said with a grin and a wave of his wand towards his tea set.

Oh? She had brought him somethi--- on sweet solstice. Daphne would have a field day knowing that students were bringing him nail polish as peace offerings and gifts. Not that he was against the idea - although he was unlikely to admit how therapeutic he had found the whole process last term. Not to mention having the constant reminder right THERE on your fingernails that we are in the universe and the universe is in us. That the energy content contained within each and every human body comes from the universe and is also given back to it when the time comes.

But WHICH one to use first?

Realizing that he was gawking AND beaming at Miss Brown's offering for much longer than was socially acceptable, the astronomer cleared his throat and adjusted his tie before speaking. "That reminds me, Miss Brown," he said as he strolled over to his desk and opened up a drawer to grab a photograph to hand to her. "Courtesy of Mr. McWitty."

A photo that had obviously not made the cut for yearbook, but was no doubt known by many at this point. Yearbook paparazzi were an eager bunch.

Of COURSE he was a tea person. So far, she hadn't found a single professor who preferred hot chocolate over tea like she did. Sure, tea was a healthy option whereas hot chocolate was essentially just lots of sugar, but they needed to LIVE A LITTLE. But that just meant more hot chocolate for her anyway. At least she'd never have to worry about them running out when she came to visit.

Ah, now THERE was a reaction she loved to see from this particular professor. It wasn't too often that she saw him being this dazzled by something - the last time was probably when Romanos was at school or something - and such a stunned response made her smile. It was a GOOD FEELING to present him with something of which he seemed especially fond, and she was anticipating offering a nonchalant you're welcome like it was NO BIG DEAL when... no expression of gratitude came - instead, he was RETRIEVING something for her and handing it over.

...Oh. Sweet. Merlin.

"Oh... my..." HAHAHAHA. Sophie Brown LAUGHED uninhibitedly and fully, BEYOND delighted by the photograph she now held in her hands. "He SAW US? AND GOT A PICTURE?" OHHHHH MERLIN THAT WAS TOO GOOD. "This is fanTASTIC. Do you have your own copy? You need to have one for when I graduate so y'can always remember your fav--" NO FAVORITE TALK, SOPHIE BROWN, you almost KILLED THE MAN BEFORE. "--fantastic artistic endeavors. Good times. Goooood times." Aaaand more giggling. Hehehehe.

"I'm gonna frame this." FOR HIS INFORMATION.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-12-2015, 01:30 AM

SPOILER!!: Sooooooophie

Yes. Well. Ahem.

There was some more tie adjusting going on as the temperature seemed to unceremoniously rise in his office to rival that of the surface of the Sun. They weren't quite at the core yet, but knowing Miss Silver-tongue Brown over here, it would most likely only be a matter of time before that happened.

The man was incredibly easy to get flustered.

"The original film is archived in our dark room," he assured her. No, he did not need a hard copy and and no intention of framing one instance in his relationship with a student. He had no personal pictures in his office anyway, save for himself on some magazine covers. Sometimes memories provided a better image of these instances anyway.

Simply raising a brow at the word she ALMOST said, he shook his head and returned his attention to the pot of water that looked to be done. Levitating a his Picard inspired tea set over for himself, and a crisp white porcelain mug for the Head Girl, and began doctoring their hot beverages.

"So, besides nail polish and embarrassing pictures, what else can I do for you? Have you given any more thought into your post-Hogwarts options?"

feeheeheeny · 09-14-2015, 08:33 PM

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The tie-adjusting did not go unnoticed, and Sophie tried to hide the smug sort of smile that threatened to grace her features. If he REALLY hated her as a student, he would've told her long ago, and he'd put up with a LOT from her when he totally didn't have to. It wasn't like professors never let students know when they didn't like them, so the fact that HE had always been kind to her even when she was being a handful spoke VOLUMES. She knew she was a favorite. He didn't have to say it aloud, but why else would he have trusted her enough to paint her fingernails last term in the first place? He wouldn't have done that with just ANY student. No, he had to trust them and even moderately enjoy their company to be willing to sit there with them long enough to paint their fingernails.

So, even in his displays of discomfort at the notion of playing favorites, Sophie Brown knew better. He couldn't very well ADMIT it because then it would hurt the other kids' feelings, but she knew. That was enough, and the Head Girl smiled knowingly.

"That's good. Keep it close to your heart, professor," she jested, though it probably wasn't even really jesting at all. She WANTED him to remember her when she graduated. Gone, but NEVER FORGOTTEN.

What else could he do for her? Oh. Right. Yes. Ignoring his second question for the time being, Soph nodded and launched into a spiel, "I have a few things I wanted to say, actually. Like... first, thanks for the space camp opportunity this summer," she was counting on her fingers, "second, and please brace yourself for this question 'cause I don't want you to do that choking thing where you look like you're gonna have a heart attack but I wanted to formally request a GOODBYE HUG for the end of the term because I KNOW you don't like them but I think the end of the term might hurt my heart a lot to leave you and you don't have to tell me yes or no now but I want you to at least THINK about it because it'd mean a lot to me, and THIRD... I wanted to thank you for taking a chance on Zander 'n seeing the leader in him that I've always seen 'cause a lot of people give him a hard time 'bout it and don't think he deserves the badge but I do and I know you do, too, and m'glad you do 'cause he DOES deserve it and I wish other people saw it and that HE saw it, too. He's incredible, y'know? He's so much more than he thinks he is."

She had flopped down on the black sofa midway through her spiel and set her bag on the ground, watching him tend to their drinks attentively and appearing entirely unexhausted by the amount of words she'd just spewed off in a short span of time.

littledhampir · 09-15-2015, 02:08 PM

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Squint. Squuuuuuuuuuint.

Oh...uh....oops?

"Of COURSE you are! I was....uh...just testing to make sure you knew who you were..." Airey chuckled nervously while rubbing the back of his neck and pretending to admire his own shoes. "Certainly, would you like a spot of tea? Or is hot chocolate more your brew of choice?"

OOC: you are free to post inside the office now. WELCOME!

A TEST? But Olly hadn't studied. He had certainly not walked all the way up to the Astronomy Tower to be given a test. The boy regarded admiral Flamsteed suspiciously for just a moment. He knew who he was. He was Oliver Tate Thomas-Borzekowski and he did not like tests thank you very much.

But that seemed to be over, good. Olly smiled as he made his way into the office. He glanced around, taking in all the weird details. Why did this man like rocks so much? Whatever. Olly shrugged and took a seat in front of the desk. "I'll have some tea." Whatever Flamsteed was making was fine with him.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-17-2015, 01:17 PM

SPOILER!!: SOPHIE!

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The tie-adjusting did not go unnoticed, and Sophie tried to hide the smug sort of smile that threatened to grace her features. If he REALLY hated her as a student, he would've told her long ago, and he'd put up with a LOT from her when he totally didn't have to. It wasn't like professors never let students know when they didn't like them, so the fact that HE had always been kind to her even when she was being a handful spoke VOLUMES. She knew she was a favorite. He didn't have to say it aloud, but why else would he have trusted her enough to paint her fingernails last term in the first place? He wouldn't have done that with just ANY student. No, he had to trust them and even moderately enjoy their company to be willing to sit there with them long enough to paint their fingernails.

So, even in his displays of discomfort at the notion of playing favorites, Sophie Brown knew better. He couldn't very well ADMIT it because then it would hurt the other kids' feelings, but she knew. That was enough, and the Head Girl smiled knowingly.

"That's good. Keep it close to your heart, professor," she jested, though it probably wasn't even really jesting at all. She WANTED him to remember her when she graduated. Gone, but NEVER FORGOTTEN.

What else could he do for her? Oh. Right. Yes. Ignoring his second question for the time being, Soph nodded and launched into a spiel, "I have a few things I wanted to say, actually. Like... first, thanks for the space camp opportunity this summer," she was counting on her fingers, "second, and please brace yourself for this question 'cause I don't want you to do that choking thing where you look like you're gonna have a heart attack but I wanted to formally request a GOODBYE HUG for the end of the term because I KNOW you don't like them but I think the end of the term might hurt my heart a lot to leave you and you don't have to tell me yes or no now but I want you to at least THINK about it because it'd mean a lot to me, and THIRD... I wanted to thank you for taking a chance on Zander 'n seeing the leader in him that I've always seen 'cause a lot of people give him a hard time 'bout it and don't think he deserves the badge but I do and I know you do, too, and m'glad you do 'cause he DOES deserve it and I wish other people saw it and that HE saw it, too. He's incredible, y'know? He's so much more than he thinks he is."

She had flopped down on the black sofa midway through her spiel and set her bag on the ground, watching him tend to their drinks attentively and appearing entirely unexhausted by the amount of words she'd just spewed off in a short span of time.

For the record, informing a student that they were 'not liked' would be a mark of unprofessionalism. He would describe any sort of emotional response of that caliber to be more out of exasperation than dislike. Students exasperated him.

Especially with their angst.

Which Miss Brown had left in the Ravenclaw common room, yes?

Please?

He was too concerned about angst to hear her first little comment there about keeping it close to his heart - keep what? Angst? - so he nodded his head slowly with a small smile to cover up the fact that he had no idea what as going on. A dangerous game to play, but he would rather not dwell on the matter.

..........

ABORT ABORT! BRING ON THE ANGST! BRING ON THE ANGST! HE COULD HANDLE THAT BETTER THAN THE PROSPECT OF HAVING THAT PROFESSIONAL BOUNDARY BREACHED.

Eyes widening, he instinctively leaned back in his seat awaaaaaaaaaaaaay from the Head Girl while cupping his cup and holding it close to his face to hide the look of absolute SHOCK. A formal request. For a hug. He really only had one thing to say to that. "Hypothetically speaking...you won't....cry if I were to...decline this request, would you?" he asked, instantly regretting doing so as it revealed his kryptonite. That is, if an observant young mind such as Miss Brown had not already noticed this.

It was a pity he was too distracted by this hug business to properly respond to the latter half of what the Ravenclaw spoke about. He only had positive things to say. But alas. Hugs were providing him his own angst.

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A TEST? But Olly hadn't studied. He had certainly not walked all the way up to the Astronomy Tower to be given a test. The boy regarded admiral Flamsteed suspiciously for just a moment. He knew who he was. He was Oliver Tate Thomas-Borzekowski and he did not like tests thank you very much.

But that seemed to be over, good. Olly smiled as he made his way into the office. He glanced around, taking in all the weird details. Why did this man like rocks so much? Whatever. Olly shrugged and took a seat in front of the desk. "I'll have some tea." Whatever Flamsteed was making was fine with him.

Tea. Jolly good choice. Waving his want to get the pot going, the professor made his way round his desk and pulled up his chair. Tea would just take another moment. One could not rush good tea with magic.

"So, what is it that I can do for you today? Besides a cup of tea that is?" he asked with a boyish grin.

littledhampir · 09-19-2015, 12:07 AM

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Tea. Jolly good choice. Waving his want to get the pot going, the professor made his way round his desk and pulled up his chair. Tea would just take another moment. One could not rush good tea with magic.

"So, what is it that I can do for you today? Besides a cup of tea that is?" he asked with a boyish grin.

Olly watched as the man started to make some tea. He'd thought there might have already been some waiting but apparently not. Whatever. Olly could wait.

To be fair, Olly wasn't sure if there was anything Flamsteed could do for him. But he'd come to his office on the off chance that there was. Maybe going to the Headmaster would have been more effective, but someone with that much power was a little bit scary to Olly. At least he'd met Flamsteed before, and he liked the guy. He mustered all of his confidence and stared right at the professor.

"I want to switch houses. To Gryffindor."

sweetpinkpixie · 09-21-2015, 12:58 AM

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Olly watched as the man started to make some tea. He'd thought there might have already been some waiting but apparently not. Whatever. Olly could wait.

To be fair, Olly wasn't sure if there was anything Flamsteed could do for him. But he'd come to his office on the off chance that there was. Maybe going to the Headmaster would have been more effective, but someone with that much power was a little bit scary to Olly. At least he'd met Flamsteed before, and he liked the guy. He mustered all of his confidence and stared right at the professor.

"I want to switch houses. To Gryffindor."

Unable to help himself, the man did a double take at the first year's robes. Nope. not Hufflepuff.

Interesting.

"Why do you say that?" he asked casually as he began tending to his tea. The Slytherin should be warned, unlike previous Heads of House he was not the sort to hand out these so-called 'honorary' titles. Not that he could blame the young man for wanting to be a Gryffindor. They were a legen............wait for it...........dary house, but Slytherin was just as prestigious. All of the houses were when one stripped themselves of bias.

DaniDiNardo · 09-22-2015, 02:18 AM

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Airey couldn't help but stare at the young man for a few uncomfortable moments. A few pregnant pauses, if you will. So it took an embarrassingly long time before the light bulb switched on in the astronut's head.

"Oh sweet solstice that's right!" he exclaimed once it had. Merlin, where was his mind recently? And why was it becoming increasingly difficult to separate the part of his brain devoted to personal matters from the part devoted to work?

Trouble? Oh, right. He had been...well...he ought to just put the kid out of his misery now, shouldn't he?

"You are not and never were in trouble, Mr. Bellaire," he assured the Gryffindor. Well, not serious enough trouble for him to recall at the moment. "Not unless you have been snogging in the observatory, that is." No need to answer that one. "I have a bit of an opportunity I would like to discuss with you. See what you think," he added, stepping aside and holding the door open. "I'll put on some tea for the occasion."

OOC: WELCOME! You may post inside the office now

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Was he gonna say something or what....?

Blaise stood blinking up at the man during their little silent exchange. If it continued like this, could he walk away and pretend he'd never shown up? Surely even the Professor would be alright with pretending this awkward little moment didn't happen. Who wanted to admit they spent what felt like an 'eternity staring longingly' at a kid--his quill's words, not his.

Riiiight...so...he was just...gonna...--oh! He spoke! Wait. HE WASN'T IN TROUBLE???????? The little boy dropped his bag in complete shock and his mouth hung wide open. He wasn't in trouble! He wasn't gonna have to get down on his knees and beg like he'd been prepared to do! "That's great!" Almost enough to make his day! "I'm ALL about opportunities, Professor." He said with a confident grin now plastered across his face as he scooped up his bag again.

"And I'm all about tea too so this is a double win!" Don't mind him, he'd just let himself in now that he'd been invited.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-22-2015, 10:07 AM

SPOILER!!: BLAISE!

Was he...gonna get that?

Er....

Taking it upon himself to levitate the boy's bag inside the office after them, he set it down on the floor beside one of the empty chairs. "Earl Grey, hot?" he asked, although his tone was more informative than questioning. It was the professor's beverage of choice and, unless Mr. Bellaire protested, it would be his as well.

Airey gestured towards the vacant chair opposite his own at his desk as he made towards his own seat.

"So, Mr. Bellaire," he said with a flick of his wand towards the tea pot. "Tell me about that...quill of yours." Because apparently this was another one of those beating around the bush sort of scheduled meetings.

DaniDiNardo · 09-23-2015, 01:08 PM

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Was he...gonna get that?

Er....

Taking it upon himself to levitate the boy's bag inside the office after them, he set it down on the floor beside one of the empty chairs. "Earl Grey, hot?" he asked, although his tone was more informative than questioning. It was the professor's beverage of choice and, unless Mr. Bellaire protested, it would be his as well.

Airey gestured towards the vacant chair opposite his own at his desk as he made towards his own seat.

"So, Mr. Bellaire," he said with a flick of his wand towards the tea pot. "Tell me about that...quill of yours." Because apparently this was another one of those beating around the bush sort of scheduled meetings.

Did he forget he'd left his bag at the door? Why YES he did so it was real nice of the Professor to levitate it in for him. "I wish I could do that." He said, watching his bag float along. "Only thing I got floating is my quill and notepad but they do that on their own." Charmed that way and all.

Blaise took the seat opposite the Professor's at the desk and nodded firmly. "All tea is good tea--'least that's what mum says." That's where he'd gotten his tea habits from which made him less likely to turn down his little sister when she wanted tea parties but he only went when his mum made them REAL tea. He didn't do that little kid pretending stuff and didn't sip air for nothing.

The boy settled back into the chair, now at perfect ease. It was a welcomed change from the day he'd had.

Brown eyes glanced over at the floating instruments when the conversation seemed to run that way. "It's a quick quotes quill--I've got a whole collection of 'em in different colours but this one's my favourite. I take it everywhere." Which...was kinda obvious with it floating here next him. "Did you know a lot of people feel uncomfortable if you talk to them while a quill floats next to you distorting their every word?" True story.

littledhampir · 09-23-2015, 01:48 PM

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Unable to help himself, the man did a double take at the first year's robes. Nope. not Hufflepuff.

Interesting.

"Why do you say that?" he asked casually as he began tending to his tea. The Slytherin should be warned, unlike previous Heads of House he was not the sort to hand out these so-called 'honorary' titles. Not that he could blame the young man for wanting to be a Gryffindor. They were a legen............wait for it...........dary house, but Slytherin was just as prestigious. All of the houses were when one stripped themselves of bias.

Flamsteed was a lot more casual about the whole thing than Olly had expected. So far, all he'd done was ask why. He hadn't even seemed all that shocked by the request. Was it something that happened often? Were so many people eager to become Gryffindors? Whatever.

"My sister is a Gryffindor," he began. To him, that was all the explanation that was needed, but he supposed it didn't seem like much of a reason at all to most other people. "We're twins. Well triplets." But he was only talking about the two of them at the moment. What was the proper way to phrase that? "We're always together. I can't be in a different house!" His tone grew more desperate as he spoke, and Olly stared earnestly at Flamsteed. Did he see why Olly needed to switch houses?

sweetpinkpixie · 09-24-2015, 02:05 AM

SPOILER!!: BLAISE!

Settling into his seat properly now, tie adjusted and moderate tails from his suit jacket tucked out of the way of his bum, he offered the young man a humble chuckle. "A Levitation Charm can be one of the more tricky ones to master from The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1. Set my fair share of feathers ablaze when I was a first year. Ironic seeing as my Fire-Making Spell was nothing to brag about until fourth year or so...but not to worry, Mr. Bellaire. You'll get it eventually. Just tuck into that Gryffindor perseverance."

He merely winked at the first year. Smart mother, if he did say so himself. Pouring both of them cups of Earl Grey, Airey levitated a jar of sugar cubes over just as a courtesy. Some did like to taint the purity of good tea with such things and, seeing as he had no rules against this, he would indulge those that did. But now it begged the question, Mr. Bellaire, which sort of person were YOU? Hmmm?

The astronomer swallowed and observed the quill for a moment. "Are you implying that you would feel comfortable having your words skewed, Mr. Bellaire?" he mused. Curious little first year, this one. The man himself was only really quoted for school publications, PROPER school publications, and the majority of other print he appeared in he had written himself. Just as well, he was not keen on dealing with Daily Prophet reporters. Especially not after what had happened with the previous Editor-in-Chief. "Are you aware of the publications here at Hogwarts? I can say with full confidence that I know of at least one of them that could put your quills to good use."

No subtle at all there, Flamsteed.

SPOILER!!: OLLY!

Ah yes. He still needed to reach out to that particular first year about a dance off he had needed to postpone for one reason or another. He quickly reached for a quill and spare piece of parchment to jot down a memo regarding this thought before his full attention was back on the young man.

"And why do you feel you need to switch and not her?" he inquired, pursing his lips a little and lacing his fingers together to rest both hands on his desk in a professional, but casual, interrogation pose.

He really ought to just tell the Slytherin outright 'no' because his request was not possible, but this was his way of showing some tact. Sort of.

littledhampir · 09-24-2015, 03:17 AM

SPOILER!!: AIREY

What was he doing? Was he writing something down? Was it a memo letting the Headmaster know that Olly was to be immediately transferred into Gryffindor? He had definitely not been expecting it to be that easy.

Oh right, it wasn't.

Huh. Olly's expression changed to one of confusion as he thought about the question Flamsteed had posed. He'd never thought about that. He'd never considered the idea of Ellery changing houses. Because....well...it was...

That just wasn't how it worked. He couldn't explain why. He couldn't possibly find any words to explain how he just knew it didn't work that way. But he did. He did know it. He was filled with the knowledge that things didn't work that way. But he had no idea how to express that knowledge to the professor.

"She was sorted first," he offered. It was true, but not a very good reason. She only went first because that's how the alphabet worked. Even if she'd gone after him, he'd still be trying to switch to Gryffindor. He frowned, frustrated that he could not properly express what he was feeling. "I don't think Ellery would make a very good Slytherin," he finally settled on. There was something about her that was very distinctly Gryffindor. "But I can be Gryffindor. I'm brave." What else was it that Gryffindors did? "I can't be without Ellery."

Maybe that wasn't so brave of him. But it wasn't that he was scared. Just that...he couldn't do it. Despite his best efforts to stay calm, the first year's lower lip began to wobble.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-24-2015, 11:11 AM

SPOILER!!: this cutie patootie

Holding his cup up to his lips to hide any sort of physical reaction there - although it did nothing to hide the amusement reflected in his blue eyes - he gave the young man his undivided attention. As weak as his arguments were.

"Are you implying that you cannot be brave and a Slytherin?" he questioned, slowly sipping on his tea and watching the boy's reaction while doing so. "I can provide you with a few significant individuals from wizarding history if necessary." Especially since it seemed Potter Era education was something lacking from more than a few noggins these days.

He was not sure how to handle such a delicate topic as 'needing' another person - although he hardly felt 'can't' was a logical approach to the situation. The young man was here in his office right now, sans his sibling. So the notion of physically not being in the same house as her was, well, preposterous. He had seen this level of emotional attachment before with the Valentine sisters (who had come to his office seeking to have their dorms reassigned so that they could room together) and it was rather...unnerving to the man this twin/triplet connection.

Maybe it was best to just not respond to that bit yet. Especially since he had caught some of that lip wobbling action just now.

Time to look down at his tea and sip it some more.

littledhampir · 09-25-2015, 03:48 AM

SPOILER!!: precious cinnamon roll

"No," Olly said immediately. Very defensively. That was not what he had meant. "Both houses can be brave. All houses can be. I mean, I can fit into Gryffindor too, why did the hat say Slytherin?"

He realized that he was mostly confused. Yes angry, yes sad. Okay mostly say but confused was in second place. He and Ellery were so similar in many ways. They'd grown up together, done everything together, experienced the same things. Why was it that their differences were significant enough to separate them when it mattered? If they were always together, why had the hat seen that they should belong in different places. It was baffling to him that anything, even a stupid old hat, could even suggest that he should not belong with Ellery. It made him wonder where the hat would have placed Colin, had he come to Hogwarts.

Oliver had a lot of thoughts in his head. There were a lot of things that he probably could have said. A lot of questions that he could have asked. But it all related back to the same thing, anyway. Why did the hat think he should be a Slytherin when Ellery was a Gryffindor. Why had it come to that conclusion? That incorrect conclusion.

Plus, he didn't trust himself to say more than a few words at a time without his voice starting to wobble which certainly meant that tears would start to fall. He did not want to start crying in front of Flamsteed.

DaniDiNardo · 09-25-2015, 01:14 PM

SPOILER!!: Aiiiirey :3

He lost him at 'one of the more tricky spells'. If the wand wasn't getting any of the 'simple' ones as these Professors kept calling them, HOW was he gonna get something so complex?? "Oh. Nevermind then, I guess." The boy shrugged a little at the comment about Gryffindor Preseverance. He had plenty--when he knew he couldn't lose. This battle was already lost. He couldn't tell how many times his father had told him he'd never win a fight against a girl--or well that he shouldn't. It usually applied to his little sister but the wand was creating exceptions for itself all over. "The bag wasn't that heavy anyway. No Charms or Transfiguration texts in there. I don't go to those anymore."

Only day two and he'd already made that decision. In case anyone was interested, it made his bag hella more manageable without levitating spells like the one the Professor just used.

Without even thinking about it, the boy added a cube of sugar to his tea. Only one cube; that was all his mum ever allowed him. "I'm not saying I'd mind it at all. I'd just want them letting me see what the quill wrote after. It's usually dead interesting, even when it's not the truth." It was all about the creativity which made him all the more puzzled when people DIDN'T appreciate it.

Publications here? His ears perked up immediately. Someone would like his quill????? "Dante told me about the A..A..Aparecium and the Quill I think, but he didn't tell me the sort of things they wrote." He didn't care. He'd take either. Sold. When did he start? How soon would he have to learn to pronounce it right?

sweetpinkpixie · 09-26-2015, 06:41 AM

SPOILER!!: Olly!

Well this was...interesting. Not in the sense that he wanted to grab a bucket of popcorn to munch on while he sat at his desk observing the young man, but in the sense that the astronomer was learning quite a bit about the Slytherin.

"Excuse me for asking such a hypothetical question, but lets consider this scenario. What if your sister had been played in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, would you be going to those Heads of Houses seeking a transfer?" He had to stop himself from saying impossible transfer, but he did and he was rather proud of himself.

Kudos to you, Flamsteed. Have another sip of your tea!

SPOILER!!: Blaise!

GRYFFINDOR SAY WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?

"What do you mean you don't attend those lessons anymore, Mr. Bellaire?" he gawked. The man needed a moment. Or 10. How had this not come to his attention sooner? How had he not noticed this. "Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy and Herbology are all compulsory courses for first year students at Hogwarts. One cannot simply...cease going without consequences."

Jaw dropping and eyes bugging out of his head, the Astronomy professor completely shoved the offer he had for the first year. He couldn't possibly encourage adding extra curricular activities when he wasn't even fulfilling the required course load.

Along with all conversation about the boy's quill.

Sweet solstice could he go a term without a Gryffindor being at risk for suspension or expulsion?!

DaniDiNardo · 09-26-2015, 04:36 PM

SPOILER!!: Lulz

Was the Professor okay? He seemed kinda.....well...yeah. Blaise sat, sipping his tea while the Professor seemed to be collecting himself. There was no point explaining while the man was listing subjects and talking about consequences. Best to hear all he was saying first; that was the polite thing to do.

"I mean I stopped going." And a solemn nod of confirmation. "You don't have to worry Professor. Professor Baxter and Professor York don't mind. I think they're pretty cool with it and anyway they'd have kicked me out soon enough." More solemn nodding then a sip. Kid was perfectly calm, his resolve was already made and he'd been getting away with it just fine so far.

"Already told Professor Baxter I didn't wanna learn and she was fine with me walking out of class. Sat in Professor York's class with my wand next to me on the ground instead of doing the spell. SHE said I did brilliantly so it's all cool." NODNODNODNODNODNODNODNODNODNOD. "It's alright. I don't need them for my other subjects--you should have seen me in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor!" He said, bouncing slightly in his new found excitement. "Me and Daxton took on the class without even drawing our wands AND we were visible the WHOLE time and no one found us because we're THAT awesome and didn't even need magic." Cool, huh?

"So what were you saying about that publication??" BEAM. He was ready to sign on whatever dotted line.

littledhampir · 09-26-2015, 09:26 PM

SPOILER!!: Airey!

What kind of a question was that? Had Flamsteed not heard him when he said that he did not want to be apart from Ellery. That he couldn't be? That would not have changed if either had been placed somewhere different. As long as they were apart, he would try and fix it.

"Of course," he responded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. To him, it was. He opened his mouth to say that they were supposed to be together, and the where was not the important part. But right before he said it, he realized that Flamsteed would probably ask why they were supposed to. That wasn't really something Olly could answer - they were just supposed to, it was as simply as that.

"But it doesn't matter," he said instead. "Because she was put in Gryffindor." Had he forgotten?

sweetpinkpixie · 09-27-2015, 08:27 AM

SPOILER!!: sweet solstice, Blaise XD

This news was almost enough for the man to drop his veil of professionalism and give into the urge to slam his forehead against his desk. For many reasons. Sweet solstice why oh why?

But he did not. Although an audible groan did escape the man's tight lip smile as he exhaled. Thankfully, his memo sending process was two fwoopers with one stone. Both informative and therapeutic. Grabbing a few square pieces of parchment, the astronomer scribbled down memos to both Professor Baxter and Professor York while making sure to keep them out of the first year's line of vision. Perhaps even a chat with Sabel would be in order after some of this initial dust had settled. Memos to each professor? This was...quite the special case it seemed.

"The publication I was referring to," he said while beginning to fold the pieces of parchment, the therapeutic part of the process, as he carefully thought over what to say next. "...is the school's yearbook. I am the staff supervisor and we have been looking for a few young quills to join as Jr. Scribes. Not only will it help harness your stellar writing ability, but will help you to meet new people, possess a voice in the school, and have a creative outlet. Interested?"

There would be a catch, of course. Especially given what he had just heard. Just excuse him as he dangled the carrot in front of your nose, Mr. Bellaire.

SPOILER!!: and sweet solstice to you too, Olly

There was another lengthy pregnant pause as the Astronomy professor thought over the young man's words. A cornucopia of thoughts were eating away at him, but all those that manage to get translated well enough to reached his tongue were sent right back up to the brain for being too harsh. He really did not want to encourage tears in his office.

"Based on what you have told me, Mr. Thomas-Borzekowski," he said as he straightened up. "Even if it were possible to change houses I would not entertain the idea. You do not want Gryffindor house as any house would do, which is not in the nature of a Gryffindor." It was actually rather stereotypically Hufflepuff as far as he was concerned. Especially the mistaken sibling loyalty the young man was feeling. "You only want to be with your sister. A sister who from my observations has done just fine with this mild separation that has been bestowed upon you by the Sorting Hat. Now, I am sorry that you feel upset that you two were not sorted in the same house, but there is a reason for that. Continue to lament on the fact that you have to spend 8 hours or so away from each other every day when you retreat back to your dormitories to sleep, and you may never find the reason why the Sorting Hat thought you would succeed best in Slytherin House. I suggest you take this opportunity to learn about yourself and not waste it. Your sister certainly is not."

Alright. So a few of those thoughts that had gone back up to the brain because they were a bit too harsh had escaped and come back down. The man never did have a delicate touch to matters of the heart.

littledhampir · 09-28-2015, 03:03 PM

SPOILER!!: hehe

Flamsteed was saying a lot of words at once. Oliver tried his best to pay attention to all of them, but it was hard. He did get the gist of it, at least. But he was not very happy about it. He had been expecting as much, but that didn't mean he liked it.

"Okay," he mumbled. As much as he hated to admit it, Flamsteed was right. It wasn't like it was that big of a deal. They could still hang out as much as they wanted. But it wasn't even the logistics of being apart that had bothered him, but what it meant that they had been placed into different houses. There was probably a reason for that, as Flamsteed had pointed out, but that didn't mean Olly had to be happy about it.

"Sorry." For wasting his time with an impossible request, or something like that. "Thanks." For humoring him, at least for a little bit. For letting him speak even though they both knew it was a waste of time. Olly managed a small smile for the professor and stood. "I should get going now. Homework, or whatever." Hah, yeah, like he was going to do homework.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-29-2015, 12:12 AM

SPOILER!!: Rolly Polly Olly

Regret was not the correct term for what the man felt right now. Not exactly. Fear of an emotional response based on the words that had just come out of his mouth was totally different, right? But then the Slytherin surprised him with no tears - something he had assumed would occur given the delicate aura the the first year was giving off - and even a tone of acceptance in his mumbling.

"Nothing wrong with asking questions," the astronomer assured the boy. He did not want the first year to leave this office feeling THAT, even if his question was a bit absurd in the man's humble opinion. "Chin up, Mr. Thomas-Borzekowski. There is much to adjust to and discover about yourself here at Hogwarts, this is just one of those."

End on a positive note. 10 points to Flamsteed.

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