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Gobstones Viewing Area Viewing Area That's right folks, come on in a Gobstones match between two of your favorite Hogwarts houses is taking place and you don't want to miss it or the prime seats up front! The room that plays host to the Gobstones matches has a few rows of raised seats along each of the long side walls, leaving plenty of room in the middle for the players to shoot for the Jack Stone. OCC Note: ?????, the rest of staff and I (Nordic Witch) are going to do our best to keep an eye in this thread as Matches progress, although it is no longer a moderated thread. Remember all SS School RPG and site rules apply here. Thank you very much for watching! |
Anyone? James knew absolutely nothing about Gobstones and he did not care to learn anything about Gobstones. It wasn't even a real sport. So why was he here? In the hopes that his participation in the stands would exempt him from having to participate with any of the other idiotic happenings around the castle. And out of all the possibilities, Gobstones sounded like it'd be the least painful to watch. Though when he saw that last toss by Ms. Wright he wasn't all that sure. What was that smell? He'd rather watch Paul Myers strum the silly strings of his banjo. Quickly scoping out the stands-- to find that there wasn't anyone else present..... Of course there wasn't anyone else watching. Who could blame them, this was horribly boring. Heh. Good thing he brought work to do. Without another second of thought, James reached into his briefcase and pulled out some student papers. Oh, this one was definitely getting a T. He could already tell. The grease stains were a nice touch. |
>:D hi Well THIS was turning out to be a favorable match. "ROAR ROAR GRYFINDOR!" Airey shouted, jumping to his feet and waving his Gryffindor flag about wildly. Pebbles was even spotting a bit of war paint today on her firm cheeks. The professor, however, had abstained from wearing any himself today. Quote:
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Oh great. Was that the sound of a million nails scratching against a single chalkboard? Or was it just the shrill squeals of Airehead Flamsteed? Unfortunately for James Draper, it was the more insufferable option of the two. "..... Airey," he turned reluctantly almost hoping that he was wrong. He wasn't by the way, he was never wrong. "Needed a change of venue to get these papers done," he said, flashing the assignments up so that the man could see. "Figured this place would be quiet enough," because who would possibly WANT to watch a Gobstones match? This place was BEGGING for any sign of life. Though of course, the one person who would actually watch a terribly boring game such as this one happened to be one of the most insufferable people in the entire school. And yes, James was 70% throwing shade in hopes that Airey would stop with the princess squeals. And 30% hoping that the man would realize that James was not willing to engage in any further conversation. And with that friendly exchange of words, James slowly turned his head back around to face the match |
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Quiet enough...Airey would have pinned the library as a more appropriate change of venue than a sporting event...gaming event...whichever it officially was labeled as. "Suppose being around creature feces all the time helps with he smell then," Airey brought up casually as his smooth as chunky peanut butter attempt at small talk. 30% officially 100% not realized. Sitting back down, Airey leaned forward on his knees and - by pure coincidence - slightly over the man's shoulder. Just not close enough to not be able to dodge any sudden attempts at a first to the astronomer's face. "I actually have a bit of a favor to ask of you," he said upon clearing his throat. "Gryffindor to Gryffindor." |
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....... "I can only guess as to what has helped you," James deadpanned in reply. Was it too late to pick his things up and leave? Because he had already had quite enough. This is why he chose not to leave his office most days. Because a day cooped up was better than a day tarnished by the presence of Airey's kind. Just as he began to straighten his stacks of papers and reach for the briefcase that had been tucked under his seat.... he could feel gross, warm breath run down his neck. Someone stop that man before James decided to strangle him. "Do tell," he managed through gritted teeth because despite not wanting anything to do with the astronomer, his curiosity had peaked quite a bit. But he kept his gaze straight forward, not wanting to turn and accidentally get even closer to the lunatic. Crazy was contagious around here and James Draper intended on staying sane. |
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"Toss up between ethyl mercaptan and butyl seleno-mercaptan," he mused, tapping his chin with his index finger. "Playing with hydrogen sulphide will do it too..." The astronomer couldn't help but maturely laugh at butyl seleno-mercaptan - which surely James was familiar with to some degree given its association with creatures - and it was amusing to the man that....'but' was part of the molecule's name. Butt would have been BETTER...but you can't win them all. Grinning at his own sense of humor, Airey returned his attention to James and got lost for a moment as to what they were talking about. But fear not, he remembered soon enough. Just a bit of a pregnant pause had. "Oh, yes..." he nodded at the man's invitation. "I need to step away from Hogwarts this weekend on a bit of a...personal errand," he continued. James did not need to know the details nor was the Astronomy professor willing to share them. No one need know the state of his medical - for lack of a better word - condition until he had more conclusive results. "And thus am in need of someone to keep an eye on Gryffindor while I am away. I leave early Saturday morning and will be back Sunday evening in time for dinner." Pause. His options were quite slim. It was either the Potions professor who had literally poisoned his entirely class due to neglect...or the man before him who was rather indifferent and had more self preservation instincts than a Slytherin. But hey, at least James had never poisoned anyone? That counted for something. |
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James Draper did not need a certain X chromosome to be terrifying. What the Astronaut--emphases on the NUT--had seen last term was only the beginning. And fortunately this hypothetical 'if' process was only directed in one way, as James considered himself quite lucky not to know any of Aireheads' thoughts, as it would probably bore him to death even more effectively than what was said out loud. The loud, gangly man had a knack for that. Getting on James' last nerves WHILE simultaneously inducing an ultimate desire for sleep. "... Right." James did not know what a ethyl mercaptan was nor did he care to learn. Sounded like a bunch of nerd jargon that meant absolutely nothing. Another reason why he chose not to converse with the space man. The blonde knew absolutely nothing of human interaction and manners, but seemed to recall everything about topics that had absolutely no real life application. Typical. And now he was laughing to himself. Even more typical. Could James leave? But out of And actually, James had poisoned a few. Not intentionally of course. The brownie delivery was well-intentioned. |
not...gonna quote XD cause it just us #yolo ew so short If there was a cue to go on and elaborate, Airey had not received it. Or perhaps it was he had received but refused to process it. The world may never know. Much like how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. WHICH, for the record, the astronut DID in fact know the answer to. At least in regards to the average number of licks it took him. "Yup," he nodded in affirmation, fingers lacing together and resting on his lap. "Business in London." There, bit more of a nugget for you to chew on. "So...I'll alert Sir Nicholas to you stepping in for the weekend then and that will be that." Ah the joys of when we assume, yes? AND BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYAH! GRYFFINDOR FOR THE GOBSTONES CUP VICTORY! |
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But wait. Astroman say WHAT? No no no. James had NOT agreed to anything just yet. "....... But you'll owe me," just so that Airey knew this wasn't a favor he'd be doing in charity. No, if Airehead came to ask JAMES for help. Then there'd be a price for it. And maybe interest. Depending on how generous James felt after the weekend. |
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