Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

Cutty's eyes remained upon the somehow feminine rock, and found it eerie how he regarded it as feminine. Did Professor Flamsteed want him to say hello to the rock? Was that what was going on here? Cutty swallowed. "Hi, Pebbles." He said really fast remembering the dance class where he'd met Professor Flamsteed for the first time. He was socially speaking prone to loud & oddly placed bursts of enthusiasm. Hufflepuff? No, the men were more inclined toward mellow temperament as per Cutty's observance of Alec Summers & Tobias Tempus. Gryffindor.

In an almost cautious manner, the Slytherin boy took a seat in the black leather chairs and listened as it made a squeezed rubber-like sound. He took in the sight of Airey Leighton Flamsteed and for a moment felt something like intimidation by both his physical size and his intellect. How old was the Professor? There weren't many visible wrinkles or creases about his face, which to Cutty indicated that the professor must've been a high achiever in school as well to have earned such credit amongst his colleagues & gotten published. And he was tall, TALLER even than Cutty's uncle. If he wanted to, he could probably fling Cutty right out the window of the tower and no one would ever know what happened. He failed to make the correlation between this thought and earlier ones he'd had of doing something quite similar to Fern Quimbley.

"You asked me to come to your office, Sir. To serve out my detention." He took up the teacup and brought it too his mouth and did not drink as it was too hot. He, instead, rested it in his hands above his lap where it tapped against the spool of floss. "I've brought the floss and the toothbrush. I see that what I did was wrong and I'm ready to repent for it, Sir." Did he rehearse this?

Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

The shrug told her Toby didn't know about this anymore than she did. Kinda comforting, really, knowing she wasn't the only one going in blind. Saved her from wondering why everyone seemed to know things in this place but her. Ah well. She stood by Toby, watching the Professor pull a chair over to the sofa. No desk then? Cool, if not more of an interest peeker.

Her attention only shifted after Toby's cooing? Huh? What?

She looked about the room, wondering if she'd missed anything. That's when she spotted it. A ferret!! "Awwwww! Jun has one of those. You should talk to him if," wait for it, the Professor had said a name, "Hershel ever gets to wanting friends of the more...erm...animated variety." No offense Pebbles, you were still an epic and slightly concerning pet.

The Gryffindor flopped into the couch. In all her visits here she'd never sat in it. It was always the desk. "Hot chocolate please." Now that he'd offered she figured she could go for some. "Do you have any marshmallows you could maybe throw into while you're at it?"

Originally Posted by Felixir

Hershel? Toby knew that name. Remembered it quite vividly from one of the Astronomy lessons in his first year at Hogwarts. It just made him grin all the wider as he pulled open the little door of the last cage and reached inside. First he waited to make sure Hershel didn't mind his presence, and then he scooped the creature up and held him in his arms, beaming still wider and wider.

"He's adorable," Tobias said quite matter-of-factly, as he headed over to sit on the sofa with Lex, and took the lint roller from Airey. "Hot chocolate sounds perfect, thanks!"

And then he got to work with the grooming, because hello adorable little thing. Toby had actually all but forgotten about trying to think of what they were there to talk about, because FERRET.