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

Several comfortable looking black leather sofa chairs await you in the small nook outside of Professor Flamsteed's office. The walls are bare save for a framed magazine cover and a large map on the wall opposite of the sofa chairs. Since the Astronomy professor keeps his door shut at all times, you will need to knock if you wish to speak with him. You could try to remove the protective charms placed on the door and break in, but that would not be very wise on your part as you would walk away with lime green eyebrows that won't fade for days and hair growing out of your ears down to the floor. While you wait to be invited in, why not read the latest issue of one of the many astronomy magazines stacked neatly on the wooden coffee table? StarDate Observer or Meteorite Mementos anyone? Do be careful as you take a seat, though. Despite the valiant efforts of students last term you are likely to walk away with a sparkly pink bum thanks to some left over glitter wedged between the cushions.

OOC: Please post in this thread FIRST, by having your character knock on the door. When the professor is ready to invite you in, I will post here letting you know and then you can post in the office. You may RP with friends here, but please try to keep the chit chat to a minimum. Thank you!

feeheeheeny · 09-05-2015, 06:22 PM

Sophie Brown was here on business.

And that business was to have her LAST FIRST VISIT OF A TERM WITH PROFESSOR FLAMSTEED.

She had some things to talk about, like space camp and Zander Adair and Tobes and she might have even had a present for him in the bag slung over her shoulder, too. But TIME WOULD ONLY TELL how this meeting would go, and Soph knocked on the professor's door with a weird, twisting feeling in her stomach as she did so.

As much as she was trying not to be all sentimental about last firsts, this one was threatening to give her emotions she didn't want to face. Not yet. She still had a whole term to get through.

She'd save the tears for the end.

griffin · 09-05-2015, 06:39 PM

Carrying a plate of freshly baked cookies and two pet rocks being dragged behind her on leashes, Penelope approached the door to Professor Flamsteed's office. Her pet rock Luna was on a purple leash and the Grey Lady's pet rock had a blue leash. Penelope knocked on the office door. This term she was not going to let anything bad happen to her in astronomy. She was a mature fifth year now who was supposed to be a role model for younger students. No one was going to be there to make sure that she didn't die in a bubble. She would have to look out for the younger students the way that Jasmine had been there to save her when she was a first year. Penelope was actually looking forward to Professor Flamsteed's lessons this year. It was going to be a good term for her, maybe.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-06-2015, 12:42 AM

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

Sophie Brown was here on business.

And that business was to have her LAST FIRST VISIT OF A TERM WITH PROFESSOR FLAMSTEED.

She had some things to talk about, like space camp and Zander Adair and Tobes and she might have even had a present for him in the bag slung over her shoulder, too. But TIME WOULD ONLY TELL how this meeting would go, and Soph knocked on the professor's door with a weird, twisting feeling in her stomach as she did so.

As much as she was trying not to be all sentimental about last firsts, this one was threatening to give her emotions she didn't want to face. Not yet. She still had a whole term to get through.

She'd save the tears for the end.

Airey had been staring at the knitting needles on his desk for the good portion of an hour. He hadn't done much more than pick the up since the letter from Medea at the beginning of last term. But now, somehow, he had been feeling the urge in his fingers to start it up again.

Only he was constantly looking for an escape hatch to NOT do so.

Like a knock at the door!

"Oh thank Merlin," he muttered to himself as he gleefully skipped over to the door, needles still sitting on his desk.

"Ah, good day, Miss Brown," he greeted upon swinging open the door with a bit more umpth than usual. "Thank you for stopping by."

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Carrying a plate of freshly baked cookies and two pet rocks being dragged behind her on leashes, Penelope approached the door to Professor Flamsteed's office. Her pet rock Luna was on a purple leash and the Grey Lady's pet rock had a blue leash. Penelope knocked on the office door. This term she was not going to let anything bad happen to her in astronomy. She was a mature fifth year now who was supposed to be a role model for younger students. No one was going to be there to make sure that she didn't die in a bubble. She would have to look out for the younger students the way that Jasmine had been there to save her when she was a first year. Penelope was actually looking forward to Professor Flamsteed's lessons this year. It was going to be a good term for her, maybe.

He smelled something. The undeniable scent of BAKED GOODS to be precise. There were a few students who knew about this weakness, or so he liked to believe that the number was small, so he was able to deduce who was waiting for him on the other side of the door before even opening it.

The aroma and the sound of rocks echoing throughout the corridor as they went thumping along.

Opening the door with a grin to rival that of the one belonging to the Cheshire Cat, he looked at the Ravenclaw and resisted the usual eager wiggly fingers that accompanied the presence of baked goods. "Hello there, Miss Wright."

Hellooooooooooooooooo.

griffin · 09-07-2015, 06:07 AM

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He smelled something. The undeniable scent of BAKED GOODS to be precise. There were a few students who knew about this weakness, or so he liked to believe that the number was small, so he was able to deduce who was waiting for him on the other side of the door before even opening it.

The aroma and the sound of rocks echoing throughout the corridor as they went thumping along.

Opening the door with a grin to rival that of the one belonging to the Cheshire Cat, he looked at the Ravenclaw and resisted the usual eager wiggly fingers that accompanied the presence of baked goods. "Hello there, Miss Wright."

Hellooooooooooooooooo.

Penelope waited for Professor Flamsteed to open the door. He always showed up for cookies. Here he was. Yep, definitely not afraid of spontaneously catching on fire or anything of the sort. Fifth years didn't lose control of their wands like that. "Hello, Professor Flamsteed. I baked cookies for you!" No finger wiggling this time. Were there any other students that brought baked goods to the professor? Isa probably would when she came to Hogwarts. Penelope's younger sister had recently become obsessed with baking muffins. "How are Pebbles and Boulder?" Maybe they should have some sort of pet rock socialization group. A lot of students had adopted pet rocks last year at the pet rock adoption fair. Did pet rocks need to be socialized the way that puppies did? Probably not, but it could still be fun to have a pet rock club or something.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-07-2015, 09:33 AM

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Penelope waited for Professor Flamsteed to open the door. He always showed up for cookies. Here he was. Yep, definitely not afraid of spontaneously catching on fire or anything of the sort. Fifth years didn't lose control of their wands like that. "Hello, Professor Flamsteed. I baked cookies for you!" No finger wiggling this time. Were there any other students that brought baked goods to the professor? Isa probably would when she came to Hogwarts. Penelope's younger sister had recently become obsessed with baking muffins. "How are Pebbles and Boulder?" Maybe they should have some sort of pet rock socialization group. A lot of students had adopted pet rocks last year at the pet rock adoption fair. Did pet rocks need to be socialized the way that puppies did? Probably not, but it could still be fun to have a pet rock club or something.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees. COOKIES!

Oh, yes. Right. The social obligations of small talk and chitter chatter before the devouring of said cookies.

"They are both doing quite well," he assured her. And he would be taking Pebbles practically every where with him this term as a safety precaution and reassurance that everything would be alright. She had been through some traumatic experiences last term. The lab results from the reluctant Healer at St. Mungo's had confirmed that much. "You're welcome to come in and say hello, if you wish." Bit of a private pet rock play date, perhaps? "Or we could discuss a proposition over cookies while taking a stroll around the Black Lake. I do need to take them both out for their walk still."

Up to the Ravenclaw.

Roselyn · 09-07-2015, 09:43 AM

Wriggling his fingers together, the second year resisted the urge to peak around each and every corner he passed on the way to his head of house's office. He was never going to get over the spider incident if he... well, he was working on it. Though he let out a sigh of relief after realizing nothing was there per say when he passed by an open spot in the corridor or a window.

He did see one spider though. 'Bout the size of his fingernail hanging on a window sill.

It was dead now.

Sliding into one of the seats in the waiting area, Lance took a deep breath and smiiiiled. MADE IT! Alive. Ten points to Gryffindor, right? Boop, he forgot to knock. Standing, he moved to knock, completely unaware of a few more sparkly and colorful patches on the back of his pants.

Knock knock knock....knock...

feeheeheeny · 09-07-2015, 09:27 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Airey had been staring at the knitting needles on his desk for the good portion of an hour. He hadn't done much more than pick the up since the letter from Medea at the beginning of last term. But now, somehow, he had been feeling the urge in his fingers to start it up again.

Only he was constantly looking for an escape hatch to NOT do so.

Like a knock at the door!

"Oh thank Merlin," he muttered to himself as he gleefully skipped over to the door, needles still sitting on his desk.

"Ah, good day, Miss Brown," he greeted upon swinging open the door with a bit more umpth than usual. "Thank you for stopping by."

That weird, twisting feeling in her stomach didn't go away even when the professor himself appeared in the doorway. If anything, it made it hurt all the more, because she was going to MISS him. ALREADY. This was her LAST FIRST BEGINNING OF TERM VISIT WITH HIM. THE. LAST. FIRST.

"Naw, y'don't need to thank me." She didn't understand him thanking her, but she also hadn't meant to SAY that to him and deflect the attention. But... she NEEDED to deflect some attention otherwise she was going to get WORKED UP here pretty quickly. "I've come here to bug you, as usual. If anything, I should be thanking you for tolerating me, 'cause y'know when I show up here I come bearing a few things usually: gifts, heavy topics, lots of spiels, and a lotta opinions. M'kind of overbearing sometimes, I know, but it's awfully nice of you to keep opening your door to me. Not that y'have a choice, since it's your job to open your door to students 'n talk to 'em and stuff, but y'know what I mean."

Probably. Sort of. Anyway. Ahem. Deflecting, yes. Could she come inside?

sweetpinkpixie · 09-08-2015, 10:26 AM

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Originally Posted by Roselyn

Wriggling his fingers together, the second year resisted the urge to peak around each and every corner he passed on the way to his head of house's office. He was never going to get over the spider incident if he... well, he was working on it. Though he let out a sigh of relief after realizing nothing was there per say when he passed by an open spot in the corridor or a window.

He did see one spider though. 'Bout the size of his fingernail hanging on a window sill.

It was dead now.

Sliding into one of the seats in the waiting area, Lance took a deep breath and smiiiiled. MADE IT! Alive. Ten points to Gryffindor, right? Boop, he forgot to knock. Standing, he moved to knock, completely unaware of a few more sparkly and colorful patches on the back of his pants.

Knock knock knock....knock...

He still had not found the perfect spot on his sparse office wall for his shiny new Jonathan Eberhart Planetary Sciences Journalism Award. The logical place would be next to the artwork given to him by Miss Wisteria years ago, but that little section of his office already had artwork there and it seemed a bit odd to have everything concentrated on one wall. Or maybe that was the aesthetic he had been subconsciously going for all along?

A thought he would have to ponder later as a series of knocks upon his door became the most pressing matter.

Setting the plaque down on his desk, the suited astronomer strolled over to the door and swung it open.

"Oh, Mr. McWitty. What can I do for you?"

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That weird, twisting feeling in her stomach didn't go away even when the professor himself appeared in the doorway. If anything, it made it hurt all the more, because she was going to MISS him. ALREADY. This was her LAST FIRST BEGINNING OF TERM VISIT WITH HIM. THE. LAST. FIRST.

"Naw, y'don't need to thank me." She didn't understand him thanking her, but she also hadn't meant to SAY that to him and deflect the attention. But... she NEEDED to deflect some attention otherwise she was going to get WORKED UP here pretty quickly. "I've come here to bug you, as usual. If anything, I should be thanking you for tolerating me, 'cause y'know when I show up here I come bearing a few things usually: gifts, heavy topics, lots of spiels, and a lotta opinions. M'kind of overbearing sometimes, I know, but it's awfully nice of you to keep opening your door to me. Not that y'have a choice, since it's your job to open your door to students 'n talk to 'em and stuff, but y'know what I mean."

Probably. Sort of. Anyway. Ahem. Deflecting, yes. Could she come inside?

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

Roselyn · 09-09-2015, 03:19 AM

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He still had not found the perfect spot on his sparse office wall for his shiny new Jonathan Eberhart Planetary Sciences Journalism Award. The logical place would be next to the artwork given to him by Miss Wisteria years ago, but that little section of his office already had artwork there and it seemed a bit odd to have everything concentrated on one wall. Or maybe that was the aesthetic he had been subconsciously going for all along?

A thought he would have to ponder later as a series of knocks upon his door became the most pressing matter.

Setting the plaque down on his desk, the suited astronomer strolled over to the door and swung it open.

"Oh, Mr. McWitty. What can I do for you?"

Rubbing his sweaty hands on his pant leg, he didn't quite notice the glittery mess that traveled to his hands, having barely glanced down at them to see what the weird itchy feeling was before the door swung open. Aaaand the professor. Don't mind him, just unknowningly rubbing the glitter on the front of his jumper.

Boop.

"Hi professor," he greeted, taking a BIG breath, "I was wondering, maybe, if it's okay with you, umm... well, I saw the, the umm, theeeeee...sign things, the dead people signs, up in the tower up here," A clear statement, for sure, "Well not here here, but, yea, I was wondering, if maybe if it were possible that I can... or, I mean, if you can help me... make one? Maybe?"

The young lad trailed off, staring up at the man with wide, hopeful blue eyes.

"For Groot."

...

"Please."

sweetpinkpixie · 09-09-2015, 04:15 AM

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Rubbing his sweaty hands on his pant leg, he didn't quite notice the glittery mess that traveled to his hands, having barely glanced down at them to see what the weird itchy feeling was before the door swung open. Aaaand the professor. Don't mind him, just unknowningly rubbing the glitter on the front of his jumper.

Boop.

"Hi professor," he greeted, taking a BIG breath, "I was wondering, maybe, if it's okay with you, umm... well, I saw the, the umm, theeeeee...sign things, the dead people signs, up in the tower up here," A clear statement, for sure, "Well not here here, but, yea, I was wondering, if maybe if it were possible that I can... or, I mean, if you can help me... make one? Maybe?"

The young lad trailed off, staring up at the man with wide, hopeful blue eyes.

"For Groot."

...

"Please."

Airey was still blissfully unaware of any glitter business going on with Mr. McWitty. An ironic turn of events given how hypersensitive the astronut was to it given recent shenanigans at the start of term feast. Payback was due, but he needed to make sure it met certain expectations. Although he did have a skeleton idea in mind.

Would just require some assistance in its execution. Which would require an owl to Maddox. Bloke wasn't doing anything terribly important these days, right?

"Dead....people signs?" Airey repeated, his brow arching while he sucked in on his cheeks.

And who was Groot? Besides the Monarch of Planet X.

Roselyn · 09-09-2015, 05:16 AM

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Airey was still blissfully unaware of any glitter business going on with Mr. McWitty. An ironic turn of events given how hypersensitive the astronut was to it given recent shenanigans at the start of term feast. Payback was due, but he needed to make sure it met certain expectations. Although he did have a skeleton idea in mind.

Would just require some assistance in its execution. Which would require an owl to Maddox. Bloke wasn't doing anything terribly important these days, right?

"Dead....people signs?" Airey repeated, his brow arching while he sucked in on his cheeks.

And who was Groot? Besides the Monarch of Planet X.

Was that not a correct alternative to the word he couldn't remember?

"Yea, like, the... things," he made a square motion with his hands, a look of deep concentration appearing as he did so, "when people die and you put it on their graves with their names and birthday and stuff."

His hands lingered in front of him as if he were holding said square, in case the professor needed to see it longer for recognition.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-09-2015, 08:14 AM

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Was that not a correct alternative to the word he couldn't remember?

"Yea, like, the... things," he made a square motion with his hands, a look of deep concentration appearing as he did so, "when people die and you put it on their graves with their names and birthday and stuff."

His hands lingered in front of him as if he were holding said square, in case the professor needed to see it longer for recognition.

Airey watched the second year intently as he tried to explain, again, what it was he was trying to get at. Square....that was what the young man meant with the whole hand gesture, right?

"A...tombstone?" he inquired further.

Wait...had someone DIED at Hogwarts? ALREADY?!

SWEET SOLSTICE WHAT?! WHY WAS MR. MCWITTY SO CALM ABOUT THIS?!

Eyes wide and practically bulging out of their sockets, he swiftly moved away from his office door and placed firm hands on Mr. McWitty's shoulder. WAS THAT THE HORRID SMELL HE HAD BEEN RECEIVING COMPLAINTS ABOUT?!

Oh sweet solstice. Ooooooooh sweet solstice.

"Mr. McWitty...tell me everything."

SERIOUS LOOKING INTO YOUR VERY SOUL KIND OF LOOKS GOING ON RIGHT NOW.

Roselyn · 09-09-2015, 01:30 PM

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Airey watched the second year intently as he tried to explain, again, what it was he was trying to get at. Square....that was what the young man meant with the whole hand gesture, right?

"A...tombstone?" he inquired further.

Wait...had someone DIED at Hogwarts? ALREADY?!

SWEET SOLSTICE WHAT?! WHY WAS MR. MCWITTY SO CALM ABOUT THIS?!

Eyes wide and practically bulging out of their sockets, he swiftly moved away from his office door and placed firm hands on Mr. McWitty's shoulder. WAS THAT THE HORRID SMELL HE HAD BEEN RECEIVING COMPLAINTS ABOUT?!

Oh sweet solstice. Ooooooooh sweet solstice.

"Mr. McWitty...tell me everything."

SERIOUS LOOKING INTO YOUR VERY SOUL KIND OF LOOKS GOING ON RIGHT NOW.

"YES, sir!" A tombstone, Merlin's travel socks, how could he forget THAT?

But he hadn't expected his head of house to be THIS upset about it, though the professor just became epic hero material in his eyes now because of it. Surely students came to him all the time about these matters? Like, pets didn't live on forever. Unless there was a potion for that? He'd have to get Marsha to read the potions book for him and find one.

"Everything?" he squeaked, eyes widening a little more. "Umm, okay? Well, I was hoping since, well... you know, I was hoping he'd be alright alone, because I've left him alone before alllllll the time, but then I went back to our dormitory and... it was really really really... really bad. Really. And the worst part is, I don't even know who did it. I mean, of course I tried to bring him back but it was baaaaad I didn't want anyone to SEE him like that, y'know? Especially after everything. It was... it was awful a-and and... awful."

He bit the inside of his cheek, eyes almost welling up from the memories.

"I just want to give him a good farewell. He was a really good friend."

No lip wibbling. Be strong!

sweetpinkpixie · 09-11-2015, 01:18 AM

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"YES, sir!" A tombstone, Merlin's travel socks, how could he forget THAT?

But he hadn't expected his head of house to be THIS upset about it, though the professor just became epic hero material in his eyes now because of it. Surely students came to him all the time about these matters? Like, pets didn't live on forever. Unless there was a potion for that? He'd have to get Marsha to read the potions book for him and find one.

"Everything?" he squeaked, eyes widening a little more. "Umm, okay? Well, I was hoping since, well... you know, I was hoping he'd be alright alone, because I've left him alone before alllllll the time, but then I went back to our dormitory and... it was really really really... really bad. Really. And the worst part is, I don't even know who did it. I mean, of course I tried to bring him back but it was baaaaad I didn't want anyone to SEE him like that, y'know? Especially after everything. It was... it was awful a-and and... awful."

He bit the inside of his cheek, eyes almost welling up from the memories.

"I just want to give him a good farewell. He was a really good friend."

No lip wibbling. Be strong!

Tried to bring him back....WHAT?!

Was he...did he...how had...

"You haven't been spending time in the restricted section, have you?" he asked cautiously. This was some pretty Dark stuff...and perhaps he needed to go have a little chat with Leobald about allowing second years to go gallivanting around there looking up resurrection spells and...wait...

Mr. McWitty did not have a roommate with that name. Unless it was a nickname?

Oh sweet solstice he didn't even know his own students under his care.

HIS LIVELIHOOD WAS AT STAKE ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ELSE!

Heart racing and little beads of perspiration forming on his brow, he stared at the Gryffindor. "Mr. McWitty, you are to take me to the scene of the crime immediately. Do not say a word to anyone as we proceed, understood?"

Oh sweet solstice. Oooooooooooooh sweet solstice. He had already had one Gryffindor expelled - not the astronomer's fault - and now THIS?!

Roselyn · 09-11-2015, 05:42 AM

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Tried to bring him back....WHAT?!

Was he...did he...how had...

"You haven't been spending time in the restricted section, have you?" he asked cautiously. This was some pretty Dark stuff...and perhaps he needed to go have a little chat with Leobald about allowing second years to go gallivanting around there looking up resurrection spells and...wait...

Mr. McWitty did not have a roommate with that name. Unless it was a nickname?

Oh sweet solstice he didn't even know his own students under his care.

HIS LIVELIHOOD WAS AT STAKE ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ELSE!

Heart racing and little beads of perspiration forming on his brow, he stared at the Gryffindor. "Mr. McWitty, you are to take me to the scene of the crime immediately. Do not say a word to anyone as we proceed, understood?"

Oh sweet solstice. Oooooooooooooh sweet solstice. He had already had one Gryffindor expelled - not the astronomer's fault - and now THIS?!

His cheeks puffed out somewhat as he shook his head a little, eyebrows knitting together. Heck, he'd barely been in the library unless Marsha dragged him there, his time in the restricted section being non-existent. Though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little curious about the place.

Why was it RESTRICTED??

Letting go of the breath he held for a moment, he blinked, unable to hold the professor's gaze as he stared at the door-frame instead and rocked on his heels. This was getting serious. His head of house was totally going to help him figure out just who did this to Groot. Right!? Adrenaline was just coursing through him, good Merlin. Avenging the death of his poor toad!

Just like the heroes in the comic books.

"Sir yes, sir," he whispered with a sturdy nod before turning to lead the way towards the Gryffindor common room.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-12-2015, 12:39 AM

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His cheeks puffed out somewhat as he shook his head a little, eyebrows knitting together. Heck, he'd barely been in the library unless Marsha dragged him there, his time in the restricted section being non-existent. Though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little curious about the place.

Why was it RESTRICTED??

Letting go of the breath he held for a moment, he blinked, unable to hold the professor's gaze as he stared at the door-frame instead and rocked on his heels. This was getting serious. His head of house was totally going to help him figure out just who did this to Groot. Right!? Adrenaline was just coursing through him, good Merlin. Avenging the death of his poor toad!

Just like the heroes in the comic books.

"Sir yes, sir," he whispered with a sturdy nod before turning to lead the way towards the Gryffindor common room.

No? Well...that was something at least.

Ducking into his office real quick for few things, which he quickly stuffed into his enchanted breast pocket (except Pebbles who he held in his left hand), he followed after the second year with a the feeling of dread eating at his insides.

Sweet solstice what a term this was being already.

littledhampir · 09-13-2015, 02:08 AM

Olly had left his common room a long time ago. It had taken him quite a while to get to the Astronomy tower, considering he'd had to climb SO MANY stairs. But his pace had been pretty slow, so he was only slightly out of breath when he finally made it. He paused at the top of the stairs for a moment, before approaching Admiral Flamsteed's office. He had to take just a moment to build his confidence. But just a moment and a deep breath later, he was ready.

Oliver approached the office of the Gryffindor head of house. Knock knock. He was pretty sure that the meeting was not going to go well, but he tried not to think about it. Think positive thoughts. Optimism was everything. This would totally work, right?

Right.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-13-2015, 02:45 PM

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Olly had left his common room a long time ago. It had taken him quite a while to get to the Astronomy tower, considering he'd had to climb SO MANY stairs. But his pace had been pretty slow, so he was only slightly out of breath when he finally made it. He paused at the top of the stairs for a moment, before approaching Admiral Flamsteed's office. He had to take just a moment to build his confidence. But just a moment and a deep breath later, he was ready.

Oliver approached the office of the Gryffindor head of house. Knock knock. He was pretty sure that the meeting was not going to go well, but he tried not to think about it. Think positive thoughts. Optimism was everything. This would totally work, right?

Right.

Taking a break from marking and research, Airey was hunched over his desk looking at a set of blueprints with an odd looking contraption (that upon closer inspected would reveal a homemade pogo stick) trying to figure out where the handling had gone a bit astray. It took far too much effort to hop left and it was problematic. Few screws loose somewhere?

Perhaps.

Pursing his lips and balancing his quill on them, he turned suddenly when he heard the knock at his office door. He managed to catch the quill before it fell to the ground, clumsily setting it down on his desk, and made his way over to the door.

"Good day, Mr. Woods," he greeted the young man after opening the door. "What can I do for you?"

littledhampir · 09-13-2015, 05:26 PM

SPOILER!!: Airey

Blink. Blink. What? Who? "Uh, my name is Oliver, sir. Oliver Thomas-Borzekowski." Who was Mr. Woods, and did Oliver look like him? The whole ordeal, while insignificant, threw him off. It took a few seconds for Olly to remember where he was and why he was there. Right. "Um, can I come in?" Unless the professor preferred to have conversations in the hallway right outside his office. But that would be weird, and Olly would like to go into the actual office.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-15-2015, 01:32 AM

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Blink. Blink. What? Who? "Uh, my name is Oliver, sir. Oliver Thomas-Borzekowski." Who was Mr. Woods, and did Oliver look like him? The whole ordeal, while insignificant, threw him off. It took a few seconds for Olly to remember where he was and why he was there. Right. "Um, can I come in?" Unless the professor preferred to have conversations in the hallway right outside his office. But that would be weird, and Olly would like to go into the actual office.

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!

Weasley174 · 09-16-2015, 11:53 AM

Angel walked slowly towards her head of house office, she was literally dragging her feet. When she had asked him in the classroom she had thought it was a good idea but now she wasn't so sure. She paced up and down outside his office for a few minutes before she decided to go through with it.

*Knock knock*

Angel knocked on the door quietly and then she thought about sitting down but she decided to go back to pacing up and down trying to figure out what she was going to actually say to her Head of House when he appeared.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-18-2015, 03:13 AM

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Originally Posted by Harry174

Angel walked slowly towards her head of house office, she was literally dragging her feet. When she had asked him in the classroom she had thought it was a good idea but now she wasn't so sure. She paced up and down outside his office for a few minutes before she decided to go through with it.

*Knock knock*

Angel knocked on the door quietly and then she thought about sitting down but she decided to go back to pacing up and down trying to figure out what she was going to actually say to her Head of House when he appeared.

Determined to break the juggling record again - or A juggling record as the case was - Airey was doing a bit of practice in his office with some home made juggling balls filled with uncooked rice that he had requested from the house elves. There were far from what he intended juggling with later, but his hands were a bit out of practice. Needed to start short before running the marathon.

But said practice would need to be postponed a little bit longer it seemed.

Setting all 5 balls down on his desk, he strolled over to the door and swung it open. Oh...yes...Miss Valentine...he remembered now...

"Good day, Miss Valentine," he said while clearing his throat. "Come for a spot of tea?"

Weasley174 · 09-18-2015, 07:33 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Determined to break the juggling record again - or A juggling record as the case was - Airey was doing a bit of practice in his office with some home made juggling balls filled with uncooked rice that he had requested from the house elves. There were far from what he intended juggling with later, but his hands were a bit out of practice. Needed to start short before running the marathon.

But said practice would need to be postponed a little bit longer it seemed.

Setting all 5 balls down on his desk, he strolled over to the door and swung it open. Oh...yes...Miss Valentine...he remembered now...

"Good day, Miss Valentine," he said while clearing his throat. "Come for a spot of tea?"

Angel suddenly heard her head of house voice... okay now there was no turning back right? She was still pacing backwards and forwards around the Professor's waiting area.

"Professor why does a planet explode into a million pieces when it dies?" Angel spoke down to her feet, he'd understand if she uses space talk right. "Is it because it wasn't compatible with it's Sun anymore?" Angel wondered if that was why a planet died in the end and why people just left other people.

DaniDiNardo · 09-20-2015, 04:10 PM

He'd had the worst day of classes ever...which...didn't say much considering this was only the second day and he had no idea if the days ahead would prove to be even worse but by the time the the little boy was done his lessons and finally got the chance to head to Professor Airey's Office his shoulders were slumped, his bag was dragging along the floor, his shirt had begun pulling out of his pants in such a way that it was no longer neatly tucked and even his quill and notepad seemed to be floating a bit lower.

The Gryffindor just wanted a nap--food and a nap, the really long kind where no one woke him up til the next morning with great news that all classes were cancelled on account of First Years not getting the magic right. He wouldn't mind that at all.

By now, he'd all but forgotten his fears of being in trouble with the Professor. There was simply too much else that he now needed to focus on--it was a wonder he remembered to show up at all but here he was, knocking at the door.

Tired. Dejected. Disenchanted with magic and all magical lessons.

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