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sweetpinkpixie · 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.

**Peeves** · 03-09-2016, 02:40 AM

As if on command (but never ever no never on command), Peeves dropped through the ceiling. His broad face was creased in a wicked smile, and his orange eyes glinted with mirth. Didn't matter what was making Airhorn peevish, because peevish professors was absolutely his favorite. The student responsible was getting two high fives and an armpit fart of approval.

"Poor Flammy and his broken heart, Can I fix it with a..." He made a loooooooooooong raspberry noise with his tongue. Was he crying? Sure hoped he was crying.

sweetpinkpixie · 03-10-2016, 03:45 AM

SPOILER!!: THIS KID

Too easy. The response was almost TOO easy and the astronomer felt quite wary somewhere in the back of his mind to fully believe the Ravenclaw's words. Then again, the astronomer was known to put his faith - if that was even the correct term - in the more troubled students that happened to walk the corridors. Primarily because he saw much of himself in those particular youths, the ones that were often written off as THAT sort of student, and paternal instincts were ever growing these days.

Against his better judgement and own set of personal restrictions.

Giving Mr. Prince the benefit of the doubt (once again so it would be best NOT to disappoint the man), he gave his wand a flick in the boy's direction and then leaned forwards on his knees to wait.

Explain? Explain.

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Originally Posted by .Peeves.

As if on command (but never ever no never on command), Peeves dropped through the ceiling. His broad face was creased in a wicked smile, and his orange eyes glinted with mirth. Didn't matter what was making Airhorn peevish, because peevish professors was absolutely his favorite. The student responsible was getting two high fives and an armpit fart of approval.

"Poor Flammy and his broken heart, Can I fix it with a..." He made a loooooooooooong raspberry noise with his tongue. Was he crying? Sure hoped he was crying.

HE KNEW IT! THE PROOF WAS IN THE PUDDING!

Save for the unfortunate realization that there WAS no pudding to be had at present and now the Astronomy professor had a bit of a craving for it.

Sidetracked. Hello.

"PEEEEEEEEVES!" the professor roared as he clamored to his feet, torn between chasing down his precious possessions and ~~attempting to~~ reprimanding the poltergeist. "You've crossed the line THIS time. Undo your treachery right this instant!"

BECAUSE THE VEIN WAS BULGING AGAIN. THE VEIN.

And no. He was not crying. Not really. Maybe a tiny bit

**Peeves** · 03-10-2016, 04:15 AM

"It's just poetry, Airhead. Just a poem. Like a gnome says in Rome. Just a rhyme, since I have time. Just a ditty, 'cause you're so... pretty." Peeves made another fart sound with his mouth and bounced along the top of the tallest furniture.

Flamsteed was the most fun to annoy. Most fun, most interesting, most... cryingest.

"Poems aren't treacherous. Unless they're about Airhorn and his lady love, and his other lady love finds out. That's treacherous."

sweetpinkpixie · 03-11-2016, 02:28 AM

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Originally Posted by .Peeves.

"It's just poetry, Airhead. Just a poem. Like a gnome says in Rome. Just a rhyme, since I have time. Just a ditty, 'cause you're so... pretty." Peeves made another fart sound with his mouth and bounced along the top of the tallest furniture.

Flamsteed was the most fun to annoy. Most fun, most interesting, most... cryingest.

"Poems aren't treacherous. Unless they're about Airhorn and his lady love, and his other lady love finds out. That's treacherous."

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

"I am not talking about some THAT poem, Peeves!" he grumbled - the VEIN still very present. Although now it was all he could think about. "BUT THAT WAS NOT AMUSING EITHER!"

And clearly all the poltergeist's fault and not actually sent from Mer-berry...so that was a bit of a relief.

"I am referring to my collection that you just sent storming out of my office...AND DIRTYING UP MY SUIT IN THE PROCESS!"

THE VEIN!

"Where did you send them to?" he demanded, his entire demeanor looking very reminiscent of a toddler having his toys taken away by their parents. Or being told they had to go to bed without any dessert. There may have even been just the sliiiiiiiightest bit of lip quivering action going on.

THE SEARCH FOR SPOCK MAY HAVE BEEN ONE OF HIS TOP THREE FILMS BUT HE WOULD RATHER NOT HAVE TO ENDURE SUCH AGONY IN REAL LIFE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

**Peeves** · 03-11-2016, 04:02 AM

Peeves put his hand to his wide mouth and giggled. Rude giggles, too, like he knew a secret and he wasn't tellin'. He didn't, though, since Airplane was being particularly nuts today, and that wasn't as much fun as it could be. What toys?

WHAT A SUIT, though.

Peeves patted down his pockets, drifting ever closer to the distraught professor. "Oi. If I wanted your silly toys, I'd come take 'em, wouldn't I? Pull yourself together." Or he could pull the man together? From that pocket came a ball of string sticky with grape jam, and quick as a wicket, Peeves had wrapped the man in purple string and grapey bits. He blew a kiss and blasted down through the floor.

BUH-BYE NOW.

Felixir · 03-12-2016, 12:58 AM

SPOILER!!: he's an angel idk what ur talking about

It was perhaps a mistake to put any kind of faith in Daxton Prince, and incredibly wise to be wary of him and his questionable-at-best intentions. A boy with very little, if any, sense of conscience, disappointing or letting down anyone seldom affected him in the slightest. And when it did, it was usually because he was satisfied with a negative outcome.

At last, full use was returned to his hand, and Daxton wasted no time in flexing out his fingers, stretching them out as far as they would go before clenching them into a fist. Relief flooded through him, and much of the anxiety that he had not let of began to abate slightly. But Daxton was not about to be lulled into a false sense of security. He had no doubt in his mind that Airey Flamsteed would sabotage his hand again just as quickly as he had fixed it, and that made this next answer very important indeed. It was crucial that Daxton communicate the right thing.

Simple enough concept, except that he did not know what the right thing was (incidentally a running theme in his short life).

He took his time in retrieving his notebook and pen from his pocket, and flipping it to the first clean page, but though his brain working as fast as he could make it, Daxton could not formulate an answer in that time. Hesitating with his pen hovering over the page, Daxton looked back up at Airey Flamsteed again, considering him carefully whilst trying not to look too calculating. It was not so difficult; an advantage of having an invariably blank expression meant that Daxton was almost impossible to read at the best of times, but there was always the chance that someone might manage it.

Looking down at the notebook again, he put pen to paper. It stayed there for a moment, unmoving, as Daxton thought hard to try to deduce the right answer for this situation, but it was impossible. He thought he knew why he had taken the book. He could have been much more careful, much more subtle about it, if he had wanted to get away with it. Airey Flamsteed was always likely to notice something had gone missing, and Daxton knew that. He had wanted to provoke a reaction, and not from just anyone, but he could not just admit that.

Finally, Daxton wrote, and soon he had held the notebook up for Airey Flamsteed to read.

'I wanted the book, and I wanted to see what would happen when I took it.'

It was the truth. Not the whole, detailed truth, but truth enough. Truth enough, hopefully, to satisfy the professor, and vague enough to satisfy Daxton.

sweetpinkpixie · 03-12-2016, 09:59 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by .Peeves.

Peeves put his hand to his wide mouth and giggled. Rude giggles, too, like he knew a secret and he wasn't tellin'. He didn't, though, since Airplane was being particularly nuts today, and that wasn't as much fun as it could be. What toys?

WHAT A SUIT, though.

Peeves patted down his pockets, drifting ever closer to the distraught professor. "Oi. If I wanted your silly toys, I'd come take 'em, wouldn't I? Pull yourself together." Or he could pull the man together? From that pocket came a ball of string sticky with grape jam, and quick as a wicket, Peeves had wrapped the man in purple string and grapey bits. He blew a kiss and blasted down through the floor.

BUH-BYE NOW.

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"GAAAAAAAAAH!"

And that was really all there was to say about all that.

Someone save him? Please?

SPOILER!!: space oddity pseudo son

Quote:

Originally Posted by Felixir

It was perhaps a mistake to put any kind of faith in Daxton Prince, and incredibly wise to be wary of him and his questionable-at-best intentions. A boy with very little, if any, sense of conscience, disappointing or letting down anyone seldom affected him in the slightest. And when it did, it was usually because he was satisfied with a negative outcome.

At last, full use was returned to his hand, and Daxton wasted no time in flexing out his fingers, stretching them out as far as they would go before clenching them into a fist. Relief flooded through him, and much of the anxiety that he had not let of began to abate slightly. But Daxton was not about to be lulled into a false sense of security. He had no doubt in his mind that Airey Flamsteed would sabotage his hand again just as quickly as he had fixed it, and that made this next answer very important indeed. It was crucial that Daxton communicate the right thing.

Simple enough concept, except that he did not know what the right thing was (incidentally a running theme in his short life).

He took his time in retrieving his notebook and pen from his pocket, and flipping it to the first clean page, but though his brain working as fast as he could make it, Daxton could not formulate an answer in that time. Hesitating with his pen hovering over the page, Daxton looked back up at Airey Flamsteed again, considering him carefully whilst trying not to look too calculating. It was not so difficult; an advantage of having an invariably blank expression meant that Daxton was almost impossible to read at the best of times, but there was always the chance that someone might manage it.

Looking down at the notebook again, he put pen to paper. It stayed there for a moment, unmoving, as Daxton thought hard to try to deduce the right answer for this situation, but it was impossible. He thought he knew why he had taken the book. He could have been much more careful, much more subtle about it, if he had wanted to get away with it. Airey Flamsteed was always likely to notice something had gone missing, and Daxton knew that. He had wanted to provoke a reaction, and not from just anyone, but he could not just admit that.

Finally, Daxton wrote, and soon he had held the notebook up for Airey Flamsteed to read.

'I wanted the book, and I wanted to see what would happen when I took it.'

It was the truth. Not the whole, detailed truth, but truth enough. Truth enough, hopefully, to satisfy the professor, and vague enough to satisfy Daxton.

To say that Airey knew what sort of written response to expect from Mr. Prince was a bit of an understatement. While he did like to think that he understood the young man to some level, he was not pompous enough to assume that he already knew the inner workings of the troubled young man's mind. Although this time, the response was about what the Astronomy professor had expected. Vague and revealing the intention of provoking some sort of reaction. Which was perhaps why the astronomer, sometimes, went out of his way not to react to colorfully to the young man. Perhaps to keep the Ravenclaw on his toes as he so often did to the man, but perhaps more because he did not wish to give the young man the satisfaction of a reaction.

He said nothing at first, taking a moment or two rather to mull over thoughts and each action that had lead them to this point.

But no. He did not believe, Mr. Prince, that you were without any sort of inkling as to what the possible outcome of attempting to steal from me would result in. Testing his hypothesis for a possible outcome? That was a bit more believable. "You do not strike me as the sort to do things for mere innocent curiosity, Mr. Prince," he finally said after a moment as he sat up a bit more straight in his seat. "Which is not to terribly unlike myself." He paused just long enough to allow for a soft chuckle to pass through his lips before locking blue eyes on the Ravenclaw's. "Far too calculated for simply that, considering that you were well aware that I knew."

Meaning...try again, Mr. Prince. Or rather ... elaborate.

Felixir · 03-14-2016, 12:20 PM

SPOILER!!: ooft in the feels nerd pseudo dad

At Airey Flamsteed's words, there appeared something of a gleam in Daxton's eye, and a particularly observant onlooker might have noticed the corners of his mouth quirk into the shadow of a smirk. It was infuriating when someone could, figuratively at least, see straight through him, but something about Airey Flamsteed's observation had ignited a spark of... well, something else. Something Daxton did not recognise and therefore could not identify.

The momentary glimpse of emotion, small but just enough that the man sat across from him would no doubt notice it, mostly served a particular purpose. A cover for the fact that Daxton did not quite know how to respond, or even if he was supposed to respond at all. Technically, there had not been a second question posed to him, but Daxton had enough experience dealing with people - particularly authority figures - who attempted to ask questions without ever actually phrasing them as such. Other times, they asked questions that did not actually require an answer, and got angry when Daxton provided one. It was near impossible to navigate the minefield of interactions with authority... that was, of course, if one cared all that much about getting into trouble. And Daxton, clearly, did not. Not in the normal way, at least.

Still, he wanted to respond the in what he perceived as the correct way. Not the response that would get him out of trouble, but one that would provoke an interesting reaction. A fun reaction. He kept his eyes on Airey Flamsteed for a long moment, almost sizing him up. The urge to respond with something closer to the truth was strong, might even get Daxton what he wanted, but he decided against it for now. Instead, he changed tack completely, and the next response he showed Airey Flamsteed, jotted down neatly immediately under the first, consisted of only three words positively laced with attitude:

'I was bored.'

sweetpinkpixie · 03-16-2016, 01:40 PM

SPOILER!!: always, my child. always

If this all was a game to Daxton Prince, it was a very different kind of game to Airey Flamsteed. Once that he was not entirely sure he actually enjoyed playing, but he did enjoy for the challenge of decrypting the mind. Although he would prefer the circumstances be different.

Leaning forward in his seat to read the words on the paper, Airey sighed and his head hung ever so slightly downwards in disappointment. So...it was one step forward and a lightyear back then?

Color the astronomer not impressed. Even if he could read into the attitude each stoke to the paper all but radiated.

Rather than voicing any of his thoughts, Airey simply remained in his seat. Observing. Unimpressed reflected in his blue eyes but no where else.

Felixir · 03-17-2016, 11:45 AM

SPOILER!!: these two khfsdkksd

They had returned to silence. Not a problem for Daxton, as it was how he spent every waking moment. At least now he had the option of communicating if he wanted to, which meant that the silence felt neither forced nor oppressive. Though it was not completely silent, of course. Airey Flamsteed's sigh seemed to hang in the air, but Daxton's expression did not reflect any kind of shame or regret in response. On the contrary, the gleam in his eye seemed to animate his otherwise impossibly blank features more than ever before.

He stared at Airey Flamsteed, somewhat satisfied that at last he had it. A hint, just the smallest hint, of the very specific brand of attention he so inexplicably craved. It felt right, fitting, perfect. Daxton was not able to accurately read the signs of disappointment, but regardless, he knew he had made the first small step in achieving his desired goal. The smile made a brief reappearance at that moment, and Daxton settled back against the sofa, directly opposing Airey Flamsteed's slight droop forward.

This was a win for Daxton. Or, at least, a 'check', if not a 'checkmate'. A point. A lead.

Attention.

Still watching the professor, but avoiding looking him straight in the eye as usual, Daxton flipped at the very edges of the pages in his notebook. But despite, or more accurately because of, the moment of success, he remained fully alert to the man he sat across. Waiting for the potential explosion. That was not a favourable outcome, but an occupational hazard in the games Daxton Prince liked to play.

sweetpinkpixie · 03-30-2016, 11:57 AM

SPOILER!!: eventhough you are still in detention... *replies ten billion years later*

Lifting his had slightly so that he was somewhat looking down at the Ravenclaw over the bridge of his nose, a bit of a calculated move on his end of the game, the astronomer sat in silence for a few more moments. Thinking. Selecting words. Selecting thoughts. Perhaps putting a few pieces together.

Bored. Something about the way the Astronomy professor had responded just now with his physical appearance had caused the faintest glimmer of satisfaction about the boy.

And then something clicked.

"Are you actively seeking out to receive negative attention from me, Mr. Prince?" he questioned, his voice soft and seemingly disembodied. His blue gaze, however, was inescapable.

Check.

Felixir · 04-05-2016, 02:00 PM

SPOILER!!: *busts out to post this reply*

The explosion did not come, and perhaps Daxton expected that, knowing how difficult it was to really provoke a reaction from Airey Flamsteed. Not in general - he had, after all, witnessed several idiots make the Astronomy professor so enraged that the vein in his temple would start to throb, had witnessed them do so with relative ease - but on a personal level. It did not bother Daxton quite so much, as he always liked a challenge, but sometimes he found it frustrating, what with-...

Daxton blinked. Airey Flamsteed's question had caught him completely off guard. So blunt and straightforward compared to most of their interaction that day that at first he did not quite understand the words being put to him. This subverted the game entirely.

For about a minute, Daxton gave no response, only sat and stared just past the man's left ear to the wall behind him. His silence was likely answer enough for Airey Flamsteed, who had already learned enough to form such a hypothesis, but Daxton still held some power in his response. He kept his expression as impassive as always, creasing his brow a little to give the impression of thinking on his answer, and waited. While he did, Daxton resisted the urge to look properly at Airey Flamsteed, who had deduced his motives so well. There was no doubt that no matter the answer, he would stick with that hypothesis, and so Daxton found that he was barely even upset by the sudden shift in the power balance. The only problem was... now he had been discovered, would he be able to continue playing this game? Would he be denied that negative attention, any attention at all, now that Airey Flamsteed knew? The very thought caused a sudden jerk in the pit of his stomach, one that Daxton recognised immediately as fear, pure and simple.

The sudden surge of emotion caused Daxton to lose composure for all of a fraction of a second. It was almost impossible to notice; a flutter of the eyelids, a clench of the jaw, and an infinitesimal movement as though he were drawing himself in, suddenly guarded.

Fixing what he thought of as an unconcerned expression onto his features, Daxton gave a simple non-committal shrug, as casual as he could make it, and suddenly got to his feet. Figuratively tipping the board and scattering the pieces so that no-one could win, he was well aware of spiting himself in order to get at Airey Flamsteed, provoke him some more. Game over.

Time to go. But again Daxton waited, watching the professor for a moment, idly wondering if his hands would revert back to their cursed state once he left the room, and resolving to shut himself away and simply wait it out if they did.

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