Did he not see the problem here? Newell just landed on her bum and that was okay? Actually, it was better than okay. Beverly got to witness quite a nice show. Too bad she didn't carry her camera around. Pitty. She was about to ask why the chairs were in poor balance when she heard a familiar voice, and that familiar nickname...
Text Cut: Michael...before lesson started
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For the first time since being at Hogwarts, Michael Toussaint did not need to use the lint roller. His uniform was in pristine condition. Although his hair was slightly messy but since he couldn't use the roller to brush his hair, Airey was just going to have to live with it.
Entering the classroom, Michael gave the Professor a salute of his own along with a cheerful. "Hey there Professor. Looking good." Of course he wouldn't be caught dead in a top hat, but you know whatever floats the man's boat.
He passed by young Beverly Wayne and tipped her a wink. "Long time, no see Little Bunny." Michael chuckled to himself as he found himself a seat and had to immediately use the weight of his own leg to stop himself from sliding off it. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he reached into his bag and pulled out a couple of textbooks and placed them under both the desk and chair leg that seemed to have been cut too short.
There was always something strange going on.
Oh.
She got a wink. He got a tiny grin. "You've been hiding, Train Boy?" she said, not as shy as before, but still quite reserved. Seeing as the lesson might start soon Beverly took a seat next to him, carefully balancing herself to avoid any embarrassing mishaps. She did NOT like this. Thank Merlin she learned about balance this summer.
Text Cut: Professor Airey
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sweetpinkpixie
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?"
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Class will resume approximately 18 hours from the time of this post.
Turning her attention towards the front, she wasn't sure whether to feel curious as to why the furniture was all wonky on purpose, or scowl because she could fall at any given moment her balance slipped. Who was she kidding, she couldn't scowl at Professor Airey. He was nice and had nice hair, and his eyes and...
Favorite season? RIGHT. THAT. Raising her hand, she grinned to herself. No more stiffness or aches. BAH. Life was good. "Autumn, because it isn't too warm nor too cold. Just right." Although...summer was tied with Autumn because of reasons. It was something she wasn't going to share.