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SPOILER!!: Bestfriend Quote:
Originally Posted by Lockhartian 
Hmmm? What Quaffle?
Her eyes followed Lex's hand and she almost spoke to say that it was rude to point, you know? But, whatever. It was perfectly clear that Airey had taken all her attention, and the desks had too, for she didn't see either the quaffle nor the lamp when she stepped inside.
Oops?
"Oh," well, it wasn't hurtful for Lottie at all, "I'm positive it's not related," or was it?
Gravity? She eyed the lamp for a moment... and shook her head, "Not really." How about displacement? For the desks? Yes. The lamp... made it almost impossible to come up with something.
For a moment Lex got the feeling Lottie and her weren't sitting in the same room even though they were sitting right next to each other. How could she not see the blasphemy set before them??!?!?! Okay, a bit dramatic maybe but there it was, taunting her....not as much as if it'd been a bludger chained the to the table but you know, the thought was there. "I'm sure it's not, probably just an oversight." If that was the logic Lottie was going with, then she'd adopt it too otherwise she'd start questioning the Professor's motives. "Wish he'd used a muggle ball. It'd have helped."
Lex took another look around at her bestie's 'not really'. Guessing wasn't something she was good at, usually she hated having to do it so she'd just wait. SPOILER!!: Airey Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Rocking back on his heels, Airey couldn't quite contain his excitement for this evening's lesson and the building blocks it created as the base for the remainder of the term. Hopefully his students would appreciate it.
OH LOOK! Here they were coming now!
"Not broken, Miss Newell," he replied with an amused shake of the head. "Definitely not broken."
"Good evening, Miss Wayne," he smiled at the Slytherin. "Something the matter?" What was she giving him looks for?
"Hello, Miss Carrington! I did indeed, but it is good to be back at Hogwarts." Even if he was eager to get back out into the field for more research. Would have to wait until the holidays, alas.
"Good evening, Mr. Strand," he nodded towards the young man as he entered. "Congratulations on your sorting."
Oh, look who it was. Mr. Not-a-Boy-Toy. Airey simply smirked as the Ravenclaw entered and raised an eyebrow at his question. "I didn't get lost, if that is what you are implying, Mr. Kim."
"Evening, Miss McAlistor," he chuckled at the spirited Hufflepuff as he gave her a small nod using his top hat and then returned it to its original position on his head at a slight angle. "A gift from Professor Thompson."
Unintentional one, but a gift nonetheless.
"It feels stellar, thank you for asking, Miss Winters," he grinned. "Quite the relief to see everyone back to their usual selves."
"Good evening! Come on in and take a seat...if you can," he chuckled towards the first year. Seemed like he had outdone himself this time with the chairs...but their faces when they tried to sit and just ended up sliding out of their seats was pretty darn amusing.
Like this one.
Airey snorted softly and chewed on his lip to stop himself from noticeably laughing. "Good evening."
Airey puffed out his chest a little and tugged on his jacket. "Why thank you. Just had it pressed this afternoon." He was getting better at using the iron these days.
Especially since he hadn't tried to use it as a make-believe microphone recently.
Leave it to a Ravenclaw to figure out weight distribution like that. Kudos to you, Mr. Branxton.
"Good evening, Mr. Branxton."
"Good evening, Mr. Hazelwood," Airey greeted the Hufflepuff. Oh ouch...that one looked like it hurt. "You alright there? Didn't break anything in that fall did you?"
Maybe he should have thought this through a bit more. Cece would have his head if he sent half the class to the Hospital Wing.
"Evening, Mr. Walker," he nodded at the Gryffindor. At least there was another student who hadn't fallen out of his seat.
"Hello, Mr. Bolton," he greeted the prefect. It was nice to have a male prefect represented in Gryffindor once again. Extra wide smile for you, Mr. Bolton.
And the wide grinning only continued as Miss Cambridge entered the classroom. "Evening, Miss Cambridge," he greeted before his smile feel ever so slightly at her comment. "It's hardly a bludger, Miss Cambridge." Now THOSE were hurtful.
Airey simply smiled at the Gryffindor when he entered. And stared. At him. Sweet solstice...did he have something on his face? In his teeth? Or has something about his persona been terrifying since the young man was now scurrying towards his seat?
Hmmm....peculiar.
"Good evening, Miss Bayless," he beamed at the Gryffindor. Another fine addition to the house. He was pleased.
"If the librarian hears you were using books in that way it is likely to make him lose all his hair," he pointed out. She hadn't used her Astronomy text, had she? As long as that wasn't there he didn't really mind personally. Or a science fiction novel.
Chuckling, Airey saluted back rather than winked at the Hogwartian. "Evening, Miss Wisteria. Everything is stellar."
Ah yes. This boy. Airey would be keeping two eyes on him constantly - figuratively speaking anyway - throughout the term. Just in case another Polyjuice Potion mishap were to occur. Again. "Evening, Mr. Mordaunt."
Oops. Another one down. And staying down. Merlin he hadn't adjusted the legs THAT much.
"Evening."
And it looked like Miss Sönmez was about to drop too...for different reasons. Leaving his spot by his desk, Airey walked towards the Ravenclaw and gave her desk a firm shake. "Look alive, Miss Sönmez!"
Stepping away from Miss Sönmez's desk, his work done there, he headed back to his desk just as Miss ConstantinopleKonstantinova greeted him.................
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..................................... with a hug.
No words related to her greeting nor question came to mind as his body tensed up. PERSONAL BUBBLE EXPLODED. EXPLOOOOOOOOODED! "What....was that for?"
"Good evening, Miss Colbert," he smiled at the Ravenclaw.
"Hello, Miss Brown," he smiled at the Ravenclaw. "Why thank you. I am relieved to see you all back to your usual selves as well."
"Good evening, Miss Abbot," he beamed. "Pleasure." And she got a little extra nod of the head for the hat compliment.
"Good evening, Miss Petersfield!" he beamed at the young lady as she took her seat.
"Good evening, Mr. Odessa," he nodded towards the Slytherin. He was the third person (that the astronomer had noticed at least) to stare at the quaffle.
Oops.
While he probably should have been upset by the Gryffindor raising his voice like that, Airey was the complete opposite. In fact, he was rather amused by the whole thing. "REALLY, Mr. Hirase!" he exclaimed in return. Was it so hard to believe that it was right there. On his forehead? Nice and bold.
They did say that seeing was believing after all.
Ah yes, the third member of the triplets. He had met the other two officially at the party in the Gryffindor common room the first night of the term. "Evening, Miss Valentine."
"Hello, Miss Starr," he grinned at the Hufflepuff. That enthusiasm, he appreciated it. Always nice to see at this hour. "Thank you! I am not typically one for hats, but I think I may make the exception for top hats."
And there was that forlorn look towards the quaffle again. Oops.
"Good evening, Mr. Tempus. Make sure to save some time for us to pogo again this term, yes?" he asked with a knowing wink. Now that he was back to his younger self and could actually do said pogoing without his back going out.
"Good evening, Mr. Toussaint," he greeted the Gryffindor.
Little Bunny? No. Wait. He didn't want to know the details. LA LA LA.
"Evening, Miss Masterson," he smiled at the second year.
Airey nodded his head towards the Ravenclaw boy as he entered and was pleased that he did not fall out of his seat either.
Another quiet Ravenclaw it seemed. The professor returned the young man's nod and then checked his sundial watch.
Just a few more minutes.
"Ah, Mr. Kinsley, congratulations on your new title," he greeted the seventh year.
And there was that kicked cruppy look again. IT WAS JUST A QUAFFLE STUDENTS! AN INANIMATE OBJECT THAT NEED NOT HAVE EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT!
Pebbles was different. Any argument involving her was invalid.
Airey swayed a bit back and forth to match the beat of Miss Bayliss dance moves before greeting her. "Evening, Miss Bayliss."
"Good evening, Miss Guidry," he smiled at the Ravenclaw.
Smiling at Miss Basthowe as she returned his initial salute...and then nearly feel out of her seat and on to the floor. "Careful now, Miss Basthowe."
"Good evening, Mr. Barrington," he smiled at the prefect. He was looking forward to whatever puns the boy could muster up this lesson. Last term for all that, so the prefect best make the best of that and bring his A game this term.
"Good evening, Miss Evans," he smiled at the Ravenclaw who he has totally owned at the staring contest last term. Pity she would never get to pet Tiberius...especially since it had been revealed to him over the summer that the bass had never been his best mate to begin with. Awkward.
"Good evening, Miss Cooper," he smiled at the first year, checking his watch once again and...oh yes. Time to get things started.
Removing his wand from his enchanted breast pocket, Airey gave it a flick towards the door to shut it and then walked to the center of the space between his desk and the semicircle of desks.
"If everyone could please setting down IN your seats as best as possible we will begin. Not to worry, your chairs are not broken and this was done to them intentionally," he announced after clapping his hands together twice to get everyone's attention over their private conversations. No floor sitting. Desks were there to be used. Not a decoration. "Good evening and welcome back to Astronomy. Just another reminder to never, and I mean NEVER, get this noble subject confused with Astrology." Especially now that that woman was handing out rubbish horoscopes left and right. Sweet solstice. "We will be staying close to home this lesson as we explore the cosmos as we attempt to understand the role and function that the Earth serves in the cosmic machine that is the universe. I would like to start off today's lesson with a rather broad question and one that you all should have no trouble in answering."
No pressure, right?
"Please raise your hand and tell me what is your favorite season and why?"
OOC: This lesson has officially started! Please do not post your character arriving now or else risk loss of house points for your house or some other punishment that Professor Flamsteed feels is appropriate. If you are joining us now, please just pretend as though your character has been here all along!
Class will resume approximately 18 hours from the time of this post.
Alexa legit deadpanned at the Professor when he mentioned bludgers. Insult to injury, thanks Professor. We know bludgers hurt but we'll never feel them again unless this guy with the threats buggered off and left them to their sports. Creep.
The Gryffindor tried her hardest to ignore the desks and chairs that apparently weren't broken and thus probably wouldn't cause any serious injury anyway. If she could forget the quaffle on the desk and the Professor's bludger statement then things could actually end nicely for this class. Just look at the easy stuff they were starting with.
She stuck her hand up. "I like summer best, it's that time of the year where I'm not obligated to leave my bed before noon most times and it's socially acceptable to have ice-cream then too so that's a win." That was it though. She didn't really have a favourite season but since they were being asked to choose, this one had a bit of advantage on the others.
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