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Oh look! There she was! Airey spun Medea again with extra bounce in his step this time before striking a pose just in time to greet the Slytherin Head of House. "So HAPPY to see you," he grinned with both arms up in the air. Some more ice cream happened to drip off his robes and onto the floor of the corridor.
Drip drip drip.
Oh my goodness that was kind of hilarious, wasn't it? The way that the ice cream just sort of dripped off his suit like that. Like ice cream rain! Wouldn't that just be AWESOME!?
"Well, you see, Medea and I were having some ice cream and stargazing time up in the Tower Patch and..." Okay, so he wasn't going to go into all the details because his brain was telling him not to whereas his emotions were telling him to just go for it. He had never experienced so much push and pull within his own brain before. "...and we were just SO HAPPY that we felt we just had to share that happiness and come visit you! Shall we dance?!"
Yeah, his brain was in full on panic mode right now, but his happiness seemed to be making his body move on its own accord.
She may have been tired, but her reflexes were impeccable. Her wand was out and pointing at Airey's check in less than a second. "
Come any closer Flamsteed, I'm setting your suit and tie on fire..." there was going to be NOOOOOO dancing.
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Roselyn Oh! Lafay was awake! Though she didn't look too pleased. As she should be. Honestly, why did she think this was a good idea again? Airey gave such a fantastic summary of why they were there however, it would turn that frown upside down right away. Hopefully.
"Please, do join us, Hecate! I bet you're a lovely dancer." Medea held out an ice cream and nutella covered hand, as sticky as a child's, gesturing for the woman to join them while clinging to the astronomy professor with the other. Until she noticed what the potions mistress was wearing. "Oh, vot a vonderful robe! Pajama party! Oh, Hecate..." Letting go of Airey, she reached out touched the older woman's arm with both her sticky hands. "Ice cream pajama party."
Ahem. Her mouth just raaaaaaan with words she was inwardly hoping would go through the woman's ear and right out the other. In fact, the whole arm touching business could go unnoticed as well. They kinda needed their defense professor to have both hands, right? What was the reason they were here again??!
Her eyes widened in horror... then they went from Flamsteed to Medea, and then to her ice cream covered arm. She close her eyes, and counted to ten. Then she shook her head like a boxer and tried counting to ten again.
This was odd though...
Airey wasn't any different from usual, albeit bolder, but Medea was never someone to speak the way she was...
... The ice cream... they were both covered in it... Why was that?
That kid in the last detention... he believed there was something wrong with the Ice cream, but she ignored him and couldn't remember what he had said. "
Professor Romanos, Professor Flamsteed, how much Ice cream did you ingest?!"