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sweetpinkpixie 
Hearing a knock at the door, Airey pocketed his wand that he had been using as a sort of iron on his ties inside his office and walked to the door. Allowing it to swing open, he peeked his head out to see the Slytherin Quidditch captain sitting on the couch looking a little worse for wear. Sweet Solstice, was he already putting himself through the ringer with Quidditch training?
Or was the smell in the Slytherin common room THAT bad?
"Mr. Montmorency," he greeted with a small smile!smirk. "Just here for the tonic or do you have other business as well?"
Dylan may or may not have dozed off for a few moments...
One minute he was sitting there, face in his palms...Next thing he knew, he was almost slumping over. Blink...and there was Professor Flamsteed...
Ha. Hello embarrassment.
Feeling his cheeks tinge with warmth, the Slytherin stood rather abruptly, wobbling.
"Sir..." There was some awkward throat clearing-thing....
"...Yea...Just the tonic, thank you."
SLEEPY!stare!