Waiting for the opportune moment so he would certainly not be spotted (hopefully) - save for the occasional student skipping class WHO, were he to have passed anyone at this time, would have received a free pass for their silence - Airey made his way silently and swiftly through the girls' loo, ran away from Moaning Myrtle's howls, and down into the Chamber for a little R&R Airey Flamsteed style.

Upon brushing off his uniform, Airey looked to his First Officer (the ever loyal Pebbles) and then removed his chief science officer from his pocket as well. "Captain's log. Stardate 66581.3," he whispered dramatically as he took a few purposeful steps into the damp darkness.

To say the man was down here as a thrill seeker was a bit generous. The sensation of sliding down to where his own students had been taken by acromantulas only a few terms back was a bit too black for the man's taste in black humor. But, seeing as they now had a means of coming down here as part of their regular school rounds as staff...seemed a shame not to put it to some use. And besides, he wasn't less likely to be disturbed down here playing Admiral than he was in the planetarium.

One minute Nana Ichihara had been washing her hands, mind dead set on an early dinner and several cups of green tea when rather abruptly and unceremoniously she'd ended up in sliding right down a particularly filthy shoot and being spit out into a grim passageway surrounded by murky waters. It was not her day, for obvious reasons.

Taking a long and calming breath, Nana knew she had two choices. She could sit near the shoot and call out for help in the hopes that someone would hear her or she could walk further into the passage and make an attempt to find an exit. She glanced up from whence she'd fell, but there was no light, not even a speck and Nana suspected that whatever set of trapdoor that had been... it was not shut up. Hogwarts. It was times like this that the woman almost despised the school. almost. "Lumos." Nana said, lighting her wand and casting the light out before her.

With a sigh of exasperation, the witch made her way as carefully as she could in her high heels amidst the rocks, water and gravel (it was no easy task, but thankfully she was a pro). It was so quiet down here... Except... Were those footsteps she heard? Steeling herself, the witch stood back anxiously in wait for whatever-might-be to come into her wand light.

A curse lay heavy on her tongue. C'mon beastie.

Quote:

Originally Posted by nicole black

One minute Nana Ichihara had been washing her hands, mind dead set on an early dinner and several cups of green tea when rather abruptly and unceremoniously she'd ended up in sliding right down a particularly filthy shoot and being spit out into a grim passageway surrounded by murky waters. It was not her day, for obvious reasons.

Taking a long and calming breath, Nana knew she had two choices. She could sit near the shoot and call out for help in the hopes that someone would hear her or she could walk further into the passage and make an attempt to find an exit. She glanced up from whence she'd fell, but there was no light, not even a speck and Nana suspected that whatever set of trapdoor that had been... it was not shut up. Hogwarts. It was times like this that the woman almost despised the school. almost. "Lumos." Nana said, lighting her wand and casting the light out before her.

With a sigh of exasperation, the witch made her way as carefully as she could in her high heels amidst the rocks, water and gravel (it was no easy task, but thankfully she was a pro). It was so quiet down here... Except... Were those footsteps she heard? Steeling herself, the witch stood back anxiously in wait for whatever-might-be to come into her wand light.

A curse lay heavy on her tongue. C'mon beastie.

The purpose of his away mission was top secret and the only thing that the astronut was lamenting at the moment was that he had neglected to bring down with him his nameless red shirt figure. You know, should trouble actually brew down here in the Chamber and then he could sacrifice that one for the greater good. As it was...he was going to have to choose between Spock and Pebbles and...well...that was not a choice he would like to make. Rather like picking a favorite tie.

Although he KNEW which tie HAD been his favorite and it HAD been STOLEN from his office many years ago. He had not put up missing posters in regards to that tie for a while now, come to think of it. Perhaps he should do that again soon...or perhaps it was a lost cause now.

Or...perhaps THAT was the away mission's ultimate goal.

Hogwarts may never know for the Astronomy professor's mind worked in mysterious ways.

Moving about, Airey continued his comical movements - quite reminiscent of those witnessed on some of the earlier episodes of the original Star Trek - through the darkness all the while whispering inaudible things to his away team and unbeknownst moving closer to his concealed colleague.

She could practically taste the lake water on her tongue. The murky greenish taste was heavy on the air and Nana would have bet her life she was now somewhere beneath the black lake... A thought that in no way, shape or form comforted the brunette witch. Despite her anxiety (not fear, Nana Ichihara was too resilient and strong to be afraid), she held herself with composure, with dignity. Basilisk, Agromantula, Sphinx, come what may, Nana would face it with her usual cool grace.

The Chamber. She knew what it was now, the Famed Chamber of Secrets. Rumors of it having reopened a few years prior had spread through the academic world but Nana had listened to them all with skepticism. Only a true heir was supposed to have been able to open this place, not silly students with too much time on their hands or, in her own case, absentminded professors.... And yet here she was...

Were she not currently preparing for an attack she might have taken the time out to appreciate this living testament to magical history, but appreciation would have to wait. The thing (for lack of a better word) was drawing nearer. It was- was that- whispering? whistling? hissing? Nana couldn't make out the noise clearly. Nor did she want to. There was time to identify the creature after she had subdued it. Flourishing her wand high into the air, Nana pointed it in the direction of the shadowy figure coming ever closer. She nonverbally cast a stunning spell, followed quickly by a spell that would transform the creature to a ferret. Nana held her breath, watching as the violent jets of green and blue light shot from her wand, illuminating everything in their path as they sped toward....

AIREY FLAMSTEED.

"Airey- Watch out-" she shouted, hoping desperately that the man would be aware enough to duck.

Quote:

Originally Posted by nicole black

She could practically taste the lake water on her tongue. The murky greenish taste was heavy on the air and Nana would have bet her life she was now somewhere beneath the black lake... A thought that in no way, shape or form comforted the brunette witch. Despite her anxiety (not fear, Nana Ichihara was too resilient and strong to be afraid), she held herself with composure, with dignity. Basilisk, Agromantula, Sphinx, come what may, Nana would face it with her usual cool grace.

The Chamber. She knew what it was now, the Famed Chamber of Secrets. Rumors of it having reopened a few years prior had spread through the academic world but Nana had listened to them all with skepticism. Only a true heir was supposed to have been able to open this place, not silly students with too much time on their hands or, in her own case, absentminded professors.... And yet here she was...

Were she not currently preparing for an attack she might have taken the time out to appreciate this living testament to magical history, but appreciation would have to wait. The thing (for lack of a better word) was drawing nearer. It was- was that- whispering? whistling? hissing? Nana couldn't make out the noise clearly. Nor did she want to. There was time to identify the creature after she had subdued it. Flourishing her wand high into the air, Nana pointed it in the direction of the shadowy figure coming ever closer. She nonverbally cast a stunning spell, followed quickly by a spell that would transform the creature to a ferret. Nana held her breath, watching as the violent jets of green and blue light shot from her wand, illuminating everything in their path as they sped toward....

AIREY FLAMSTEED.

"Airey- Watch out-" she shouted, hoping desperately that the man would be aware enough to duck.

The thing about these little away missions of one Airey Flamsteed was that he transported himself into the far reaches of his imagination. It was a rare sight, except to those closest to him, to see the astronomer in his unnaturally natural habitat of his mind. It projected itself so vividly onto the reality before him that any addition would seamlessly blend into his vision.

Sort of like that jolt of light that came shooting out of no where at him.

Figuring that it was just that, his subconscious making the story play out more vividly, he made no real effort to avoid it. After all, what harm could...

SWEET SOLSTICE

...that was not....

And then suddenly he was...shrinking? What? Eyes widening, he somehow lost his grip on both Pebbles and Spock - both toppling to the ground with dull thuds against the damp stone floor - and the next thing the man knew was that he was on all fours and he could smell EVERYTHING.

He had heard the voice - and it had been vaguely familiar - but it has merely been but a whisper on the winds of pretend. But now he could HEAR things...hear AND smell things...

Sniffing the air, the astronomer turned towards the source of the sweet smelling aroma. Nana? Had been what he had WANTED to say...but instead it came out entirely in ferret talk.

.........................

This was just NOT his term.

Oh dear. Oh. Oh. Oh dear. Oh Amaterasu, this was absolutely not a good thing. The spell had hit with an unwelcome accuracy and Nana could only watch in mortification and surprise as the Astronomer begin to shrink, and shrink, and shrink until he was no longer than a men's tube sock. "Flamsteed!" She cried out in concern. there had been a loud thud and Nana was suddenly sure it was her colleague-ferret falling to the stone ground.... Ether that or he had had something very heavy in his pockets...

"Lumps." Raising her wand up high, Nana searched for the Professor... The soft blue light from her wand was suddenly reflected back from a blonde pelt. That had to be him. Water sloshed about her ankles as she rushed toward the scampering little creature, but she didn't care, her mortification, concern and fear were more important than her skirt.

Having reached him, Nana knelled awkwardly before him. What did one say when one had turned another into a ferret accidentally? It was not exactly something you learned in ettiequte school. "I am so very sorry, I am. I mistook you-" She quickly said, shaking her head quickly, but mournfully as she spoke. "Are you alright? Are you injured?"

She had yet to have turned him back.

Quote:

Originally Posted by nicole black

Oh dear. Oh. Oh. Oh dear. Oh Amaterasu, this was absolutely not a good thing. The spell had hit with an unwelcome accuracy and Nana could only watch in mortification and surprise as the Astronomer begin to shrink, and shrink, and shrink until he was no longer than a men's tube sock. "Flamsteed!" She cried out in concern. there had been a loud thud and Nana was suddenly sure it was her colleague-ferret falling to the stone ground.... Ether that or he had had something very heavy in his pockets...

"Lumps." Raising her wand up high, Nana searched for the Professor... The soft blue light from her wand was suddenly reflected back from a blonde pelt. That had to be him. Water sloshed about her ankles as she rushed toward the scampering little creature, but she didn't care, her mortification, concern and fear were more important than her skirt.

Having reached him, Nana knelled awkwardly before him. What did one say when one had turned another into a ferret accidentally? It was not exactly something you learned in ettiequte school. "I am so very sorry, I am. I mistook you-" She quickly said, shaking her head quickly, but mournfully as she spoke. "Are you alright? Are you injured?"

She had yet to have turned him back.

You know what is worse than being a ferret?

Being a WET one.

And what is worse than being a wet ferret?

BEING A TEMPORARILY BLIND ONE.

The astronomer was learning far more about his furry companion that he cared to know in a lifetime and one of these new little facts was that apparently ferrets did not adjust well to sudden bright light.

Fangs chattering together as the Astronomer professor scampered about across the damp floor in aggravated panic. Not the sort that implied he doubted his colleague's ability to turn him back - although WHY she had not done so before speaking to him and asking him questions he was entirely incapable of answering unless the woman was fluent in ferret - or anything terribly dramatic like that. Although one could argue that his truth was even more ridiculous.

Honestly, now was not the time to be concerned with fur lingering on one's suit when returned to their proper state.

Thus, Airey Ferreteed stared head on at Nana. His adorable pink nose exasperatedly twitching in the air.