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the Office of Professor Flamsteed 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 as well as an influx of pink roses as of late. |
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ANYWAY. "I really like looking at the stars, Professor. Have I ever told you that? I am sure you have noticed by the number of times I have asked permission to go to the observatory at night." Dora shot him a smile as she plopped into a seat. And why wait, right? Why not just ask him?! Hmmmm.... "And I didn't go up there for snogging like I am sure others have. No sir. I just go up there to watch the stars. Cassiopeia is my favorite constellation you know. Why are boys so dumb sir? Like... How do you REALLY know if someone likes you or is just snogging you because they're bored? I mean... he got me flowers and all, but I think it was just boredom." Did he follow all of that? HE NEEDED TO GUIDE HER! |
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"Indeed," he chuckled as he took a seat behind his desk and selected his usual blend of Earl grey. "A keen interest in observational astronomy at your age is very commendable." Although he had started years earlier himself, but still never too young to start. The man was, after all, a bit biased when it came to these matters. "Tea? Or perhaps hot chocolate?" Rising rather than summoning with his wand, Airey selected another tea cup from his shelf for Miss Umbridge and was just about to set it down when..............THAT ALL CAME SPEWING OUT OF THE GRYFFINDOR'S MOUTH. .................... CRAAAAAAAAAAAAASH. INTERNAL SCREAMING. There went the tea cup. Nothing more than fragments of its former self. Much like the astronomer's entire world view. Faith. Resolve. Lots of other words that were just not coming to mind right now. Thus...he did not answer her. Well, not unless you counted his prolonged "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" and look of complete and utter horror an answer. And he was going to blatantly ignore the fact that he could quite possibly be looking at his future right now. Approximately 12 years down the line. Only no. He would pass all THOSE conversations effortlessly over to Medea. Sweet solstice he had NOT signed up for this. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH. |
Dora gave the man her sweetest smile and nodded as he spoke of her LOVE of stargazing being COMMENDABLE. Yes, it was, was it not?! And he was gonna let her have TEAAAA? But wait... after that FIASCO in Herbology she was suspicious. "Did you put something in this tea, sir? Or the water? " AND THEN IT HAPPENED... THE BREAKING OF THINGS! Was he having an absent seizure? Had he gone mad? WHAT WAS GOING ON? The blonde jumped up and tentatively made her way to him... "Professor, did you wet yourself? " Sometimes that happened when people had bouts of crazy, right? Did he need her to get the Healer? |
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And for the record, he had not offered spiked food of beverages outside of the classroom since the ice cream incidents AND he had been completely unaware of the repercussions at that time. But then there was the shattered tea cup. And the man still trying to process what the Gryffindor had just said. He DID catch and fully process her most recent question, however. THAT was an easy one. "No, Miss Umbridge, I most certainly did not," he replied upon clearing his throat. In the next instant he was fishing around in his enchanted breast pocket for his wand...a pleasant distraction from all...THAT. |
Uhhhh. WHY WOULD HE OFFER HER something to spike her drink with? Dora shook her head and eyed the tea set up wearily. There was no way she was drinking it now. Nope. NO WAY, PROFESSOR AIREY! "Uh no thanks, I will pass on tea today," she said in what she hoped was a very polite and lovely tone. BUT MORE PRESSING MATTERS WERE AT HAND. Like cleaning up the mess. AND THIS WAS A MOMENT FOR THE PROFESSOR TO TEACH HER SOMETHING MAGICKY, YOU SEE. Taking her wand out of its holster she looked at the man and smiled. "Well I am glad you didn't have a seizure. And can I help you clean this up? What's the spell, sir? And you didn't answer my questions... why are boys so dumb?" She would start with the hardest question first! |
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"Thank you," he said at the invitation, stepping into the man's office and heading straight for the seat in front of his desk. Ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhh. He wasn't even sure WHICH question to ask first yet, but the man knew right? Just how terribly he'd done in his exams? Actually. DID the school get a copy of the results? He still had his pocketed if that wasn't the case... but how much of it was still legible now was unknown. What with all the creases and the weathering it had endured from the constant unfolding, folding, unfolding, folding... and being shoved in pockets, between couch cushions and all sorts. It was a wonder the parchment was still in one piece and not four. "Soooooooo......" yeah... |
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Right....the broken cup on the ground. Right. That. Yes. "Are you..." the astronomer gave the shattered remains another glance before looking back to the Gryffindor. "...familiar with the Mending Charm?" He was hoping that his little slip of hand had proven enough to distract her from...those inquiries, but the Gryffindor Head of House knew that that was nothing more than fickle fantasy. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..." Was really all that was coming out at the moment and he probably should have just stopped talking there. "The male cranium is no less sophisticated than the female one..." So...not...really...dumb? What? The astronomer was lost, as per usual. Quote:
Not the one that Zeke had become a sort of...apprentice to. Meanwhile he was going to slide into his desk and wait for Zeke to break the ice officially on their conversation. The young man looked as though he were going through spaghettification...and the astronomer could not understand why such a bleak outlook. |
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....... any second now.... ... yep. "So..." he repeated, using the same opener as before. "I kinda really actually failed Runes, and now I don't know what to do about that." Help? It was one of the few subjects he thought he'd ace... but it hadn't been the case. He rubbed his palm on his knee to relieve some of his nervousness. |
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Wand out, Airey summoned some not-so-stellar-but-not-terrible instant coffee and set it in front of Mr. Zeke along with the cup that had charmed its contents warm. He did not bring forth any cream or sugar, seeing as he himself never used it in his tea, but it was available upon request. Again with the 'so'...Airey leaned forward a bit in his seat, checking on his tea and tapping the teabag with his spoon, and then lifted his gaze to meet the Gryffindor's with his brow arched considerably. "Failed? Don't be so dramatic, Mr. Zeke. There was no D, T, nor P listed beside Ancient Runes on your OWL results." So.....no. Actually. You had not failed, Mr. Zeke. |
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But this was where Flamsteed was WRONG. He did fail, miserably. "It was an A, which is as good as a T anyway." DID THE MAN NOT SEE HOW DIRE THIS SITUATION WAS?! How was he supposed to continue with the course now? Was it even worth it? And still not Professor to teach it to him proper. "I don't even know where I went wrong with it, and I studied SO hard.... but, do I... keep taking the course? Or should I drop it? I don't want it on my transcript if it's that bad, but I don't want to give up either." |
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And no, he did not. Not in the least. "Mr. Zeke, I'm surprised by you. I was under the impression that you did not give up so easily, yet here you are saying that one passing grade below your expectations is causing you to waver entirely," the man said casually as he took a sip of his tea. "Without a proper instructor, all you need is a letter of support from your Head of House to the Ministry requesting subsequent NEWT level materials for Ancient Runes. A subject you DO need in your Hogwarts transcripts if you are still serious about becoming a cursebreaker. Marks are not everything, Mr. Zeke. If that were the case I would not be sitting in front of you right now." Reaching into his desk, Airey pulled out a folder with the young man's name on it and pushed it towards him. The very subsequent student materials he had just spoken of. You're welcome, Mr. Zeke. Already taken care of. "Let one A pull you off course, Mr. Zeke, and I will be very disappointed in you. Not to mention what Daphne will think." And let's not anger THAT woman, alright? |
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