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Slytherin Fifth Year  x8
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Text Cut: Airey 1 Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie  SQUEEEEEEEEEEAKY SQUEAK!
Airey continued to twist the balloon in various ways, only slightly making progress with his creation before it came undone and he was back to square one with a long red balloon showing some signs of wear. Alas.
“Good day, Mr. Barrington,” he saluted the prefect, glancing down at his balloon with a boyish grin. “Hardly. Afraid I do not have the hands for this sort of thing. Certainly not enough to make a living off of.” Knitting though, that he was much better at. Almost done with his Next Generation crew, actually.
Were they aware that their names rhymed? Mr. Barrington and Miss Carrington? Were they also aware that when they entered the room one after the other like they had just done that it flipped his switch and made him laugh - seemingly for no reason?
Chuckling at a joke that only he knew the punchline to, he beamed at the Hufflepuff. “Good day to you, Miss Carrington.” HEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE. “Doing alright, despite the cold.” He hadn’t fallen victim to illness yet, so that was something.
He could tell something was….disturbing Miss Guidry, and while the astronomer really did want to express his concern and see what was troubling her...he had also learned his lesson about asking students about their privates lives. In fact, he was now positive that thanks to the conversation he had had with one Michael Toussaint he would never again ask a student what was troubling them. Maybe he would just pass this of to LeoBALD.
“Hello, Miss Guidry,” he smiled at her gently.
“Well, you wouldn’t know I was, because I am not,” he winked in reply. Truth. Couldn’t know something if it wasn’t true to begin with.
“Afternoon, Miss Jones. If you look at your desk, you will see that you have your own bag of them,” he explained. “I would prefer you not open them up just yet, however.”
“Afternoon to you as well, Mr. Tempus,” he waved to the Hufflepuff. Was it just him, or had he not seen the boy pogo-ing around as much this term? Had that phase of adolescence already passed for the young man but not for himself? Or perhaps it was just the cold keeping such actions withheld. “I’m either making a dog…..or a turtle…”
“Miss Hapgood,” he replied, eyebrow raised and amused smirk tugging at his lips.
“Hello, Mr. Rehman. I suppose fun would be a word used to describe this.”
Although he was leaning more towards frustration.
“Afternoon, Miss Duchannes. A….rabbit...definitely a rabbit.”
Lies.
“Not exactly, Mr. Lecium,” he smirked at the Hufflepuff. They would be using balloons, however. Certainly weren’t just there for show or as a distraction. Even if the balloon in his hand was serving as an excellent distraction right now.
SQUEEEEAKY SQUEAK SQUEEEEEAKY!
Ah, there she was. The Peregrine Falcon of Ravenclaw when it came to Gobstones. Fast, accurate, fierce, still competition. And no, the astronomer had not suddenly taken an interest in creatures and knew those birds of prey because of said interest. The reference had come up in his research when talking about the speed of light compared to the speed of living creatures.
ANYWAY.
“Good to see you, Miss Brown,” he waved at the Ravenclaw as she took her seat.
He probably should stop playing with his balloon, yeah? Seemed to be giving students false hope about what would be covered this lesson. Oops.
“Not today, Mr. Kim.”
“Hello, Miss McAlistor,” he greeted the fourth year is a loud voice, attempting to drown out the loud squeaking that was coming from his balloon.
So much for putting it down.
“Good day, Mr. Adair. A dragon. Definitely a dragon.”
More lies.
“Great to see you again, Mr. Simon,” he smirked at the Gryffindor. Poor kid had been on the wrong sort of receiving end of his last balloon animal attempt. Never fear, today the balloon was already blown up and tied off, so it wasn’t going to go shooting anywhere. Hopefully.
“A giraffe… I believe.”
“Afternoon, Miss Cambridge. No no, I think I’ve got a handle on it alright.” Sort of. He was getting this close to saying he had made a balloon snake. Still counted as a balloon animal.
“Good day, Mr. Whitlock” he nodded towards the Slytherin.
He offered a small inclination of the head towards the young Hufflepuff as she scampered in and took a seat. Clearly she was too engrossed and excited by the balloons to think of anything else.
“Hello, Miss Evans. No thank you. I can, er, handle this.” Snake. Yep. Red balloon snake.
“Good to see you, Mr. Bay,” he grinned at the Gryffindor.
Airey’s gaze shifted from the balloon, to the seventh year, and then to the door leading into the classroom and beyond where the lint roller sat on the small table just out of view. He was then briefly overcome by the solemn realization that it was once again drawing closer to the end of term which meant more goodbyes. Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Branxton.
“I believe I will,” he chuckled. He was also reminded of something else. A pleasant something. “I am wondering, Mr. Branxton, if you may have some time tomorrow to come see me? I have something I wish to discuss with you.”
Peripheral vision. Airey Flamsteed had it. So he caught the young man’s movements, but that was it. Seemed the boy was in a hurry to sit down, so the astronomer would continue to be in a hurry making absolutely nothing impressive with his balloon.
Small head nod towards Mr. Newell as he took his seat. Hello, Mr. Newell.
“Afternoon, Miss Wistera. Don’t have globophobia, do you?” he asked after noticing the way she was scrutinizing the bag of balloons on her desk.
“Good day, Miss Wayne,” he greeted the Slytherin, noticing the rosy color of her cheeks but obviously assuming it had to do with the manner of which she had run to the classroom. Excellent way to keep warm, you know? Running.
HEH.
Wowzers. That was...a lot of clothing. Wowzers.
“Good day, Miss Channing-Sands,” he greeted, squinting a bit to make sure that really was the Slytherin under all those layers.
“Hello, Mr. Mordaunt.” Smile, salute, nod of the head.
“Terribly sorry, Mr. Hazelwood. Is the sound too much?” he asked as he wiggled the deformed balloon in the air. It had a twist in it now that was actually staying, so there was SOME progress. “Easily fixed. Not to worry.”
But of course, instead of doing the logical thing and casting a charm on the balloon to mute the sound, the astronomer straighten up and began belting out a song. Selected purely because of the literal red balloons mentioned in the song and for no other reason.
“You and I in a little toy shop...buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got...set them free at the break of dawn...'til one by one, they were gone…”
See? Couldn’t hear the squeaking noise now! PROBLEM SOLVED!
“...back at base, bugs in the software...flash the message,...hello Miss Wright! … "Something's out there"...floating in the summer sky…”
“99 red balloons go byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.”
He had entered his air guitar solo when Mr. Mordaunt greeted him and, seeing as he was a little too busy getting wrapped up in the music playing in his mind, he simply grinned and headbanged his greeting to the Slytherin. HELLO! Mr. Mordaunt!
...99 red balloons floating in the summer sky…
Since he had stopped with the balloon folding for now, he also ceased his lively rendition of the muggle classic. Although he was still humming it rather loudly. “Hello, Miss Konstantinova.”
See? He could say her name properly. Kudo points to him. Or should he say...snaps to him.
Cue some serious internal grumbling.
Ah, the tenacious Miss Valentine. “Good day, Miss Valentine. Been a pleasure watching you play gobstones this term,” he grinned. She had, of course, heard him cheering from the viewing area, yes?
Airey scratched the side of his head and chuckled at the Gryffindor. “Stellar to hear that,” he mused.
“Good to see you, Miss Campbell,” he waved to the third year.
“Hello hello, Miss Bayless,” he greeted, humming said greeting in tune with the song still playing in his head.
And he heard that, but seeing as he hadn’t actually said or written anywhere that they should not open their bag of balloons he really couldn’t say anything. Well, he COULD actually.
“Not yet, Miss Bayless,” he smirked while shaking his head.
And really, the flatulent noises were reserved for Ravenclaws. At least as far as his lessons had been concerned. Then again...they had been REAL flatulents the last time.
“Good day, Miss Cooper,” he grinned towards the first year. Raised eyebrows? Should he continue singing? Pfft. What a silly question. Of course he should.
“Opens up one eager eye...focusing it on the sky.”
“Afternoon, Miss Somerlad,” he beamed at the Head Girl while doing a little bit of a shuffle to the right with his feet.
“As 99 red balloons go byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy”
Short pause.
“Oh, good day Mr. Tinker,” he greeted, waving his balloon in the boy’s direction.
Wiggle wiggle shuffle shuffle AIR GUITAR wiggle wiggle.
Ah yes, he was feeling so much warmer now. Really, everyone should just get up and dance.
“Hello, Miss Rawthorne,” he greeted the Hufflepuff as he shuffled on by.
Returning to his twisting and folding of the balloon in his hand, the astronomer ceased his singing for the time being and checked his sundial watch. Soon, ought to get things started here soon.
But first...he was going to flash Mr. Toussaint a big ol’ grin.
“A poodle?” he repeated, glancing down at the balloon in his hand. “Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure.” He began twisting the balloon again and again and then…
*POP*
The red balloon was now in a few pieces on the floor and on top of the professor's head.
Well, if there was a sign that he should just get the lesson started then this was certainly one.
" Ahem, well, terribly sorry about that," he apologized to the class with a boyish grin while the tops of his ears turned a a slight shade of red. " Ahem, well then. Let's get things started. If you could all please leave your balloons for right now in the bag. We will be using them a little later."
Returning to the center of the room, Airey stood in front of his desk and banished the balloon remains with his wand - save for the bit that he was wearing like a hat because he did not know it was there.
" We will be building off what we have been discussing all term, about how the Earth's tilt and orbit around the sun causes the seasons," he continued, still wiggling around just a bit as the music kept playing in his head. " Obviously...it is more than a bit chilly outside and not much better in here, so I want everyone to stand up and get moving. Will not only help you keep warm but also get that blood pumping and help those minds think quicker and more efficiently." Or something like that. He really had an ulterior motive as to why he wanted them up and running around. " So everyone UP UP UUUUUUUP out of your seats and jog laps around the classroom with me."
Because he wasn't going to be like that stereotypical image of a muggle physical education instructor and just stand there watching.
He waited a moment for everyone to get up off their bums before joining them in a brisk jog.
" Now! While you are jogging, I want you all to think about on something as you are jogging. If you think you know the answer just go ahead and shout it out. Pressure, temperature, volume, and density are the basic ingredients for what?" OOC: class has officially started! Please do not post your character arriving to the lesson unless you are willing to accept whatever IC consequences Professor Flamsteed find appropriate 
Remember that the Astronomy classroom is circular, so your characters will be jogging around in a big ol' circle right now :3 you may continue to RP the jogging around the classroom if you wish, but please keep chit chatter to a minimum.
Also, I apologize for the delay in getting things officially started. Wold Cup happened.
Class will resume in approximately 24 hours from this post.
He didn't notice her face, thank Merlin. Sitting down she pressed her cheek against the desk and switched to the other cheek moments later. It helped...? Maybe. Her face didn't feel as warm anymore. She was up at the loud POP. Ugh. That is WHY she didn't like balloons. They did that awful sound. Despite herself, though, Beverly was amused at Professor Airey.
They were getting up and moving? Beverly was okay with that, yes. The lack of moving about the grounds and stuck inside all day left the Slytherin building up with energy and that got her antsy. Without as much of a second thought, she stood up and fell into the mass of jogging students and an Airey.
Pressure, temperature, volume and density. Beverly shouted the first thing that came to mind. "GASES."
No one laugh. Text Cut: Airey 2 Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Airey varied his pace a bit as he took off jogging around the classroom and even turned about so he was jogging backwards to look at the pack of students following behind him. Oh yes, he was going to stay in front of the class even during their jogging. He was the professor after all, and contrary to what appearances may imply, rather fit.
Clearing the occasional obstacle with his wand as he lead the way, he turned back around after giving students a few moments of thinking time and was greeted by a chorus of answers. STELLAR! Although it may be a bit difficult to differentiate between them all.
He hadn’t entirely thought this through. Oops.
“Certainly is!”
And that was all he had.
Well, technically speaking, the Hufflepuff wasn’t wrong...but in the context of the term he wasn’t correct. The astronomer simply shook his head in response since someone else was shouting out an answer at approximately the same time.
“Yes! We will be using balloons today! A little more patience!” he shouted for clarification. That had been what she had meant by balloons, right?
He couldn’t tell who had shouted out the answers involving bodily functions - probably a pair of first years who were vertically challenged and therefore he couldn’t see them - but he wasn’t amused.
“I am not amused!” he called out to the general crowd. “We will not be discussing flatulences today or any day.”
“Yes and no, Miss Evans!” he replied, having spotting the Ravenclaw as she answered. “We need to be careful with terminology. Climate refers to the weather of a place averaged over a period of time, usually around 30 years, and something a bit too long term than what we are discussing today.”
He couldn’t entire see who had shouted out this answer as several entered his ears at the same time, but he did like it. So he raised both of his arms high into the air and gave two very enthusiastic thumbs up.
Someone had cauldron cakes? That was really all he could hear over the chorus of responses. “NO FOOD IN THE ASTRONOMY TOWER!”
Well, yes, obviously. Everything had to do with something. So not exactly an incorrect answer, although it was a rather obvious and vague one. Still, brief and flaily thumbs up to whoever that response had been.
“IF ONLY THE WEATHER CONDITIONS WOULD ALL FOR IT!”
Because what better way to study the atmosphere than to go up into it?
“Will certainly keep that in mind for the future!”
Oooooooh! There was a stellar term being thrown about! “There is some correlation, yes!” Although not the answer that he was looking for.
Mr. Hirase? Airey couldn’t tell who had shouted this answer, but he was brought back to the conversation in his office about Spock and how the Gryffindor had misheard the name of the Vulcan’s home planet.
So instead of answering, he lifted up his one hand and did the Vulcan salute as he continued to lead the group around the classroom at a brisk jog.
A very awe inspiring response from Miss Cambridge. Shaking his head in mild amusement, he gave the prefect a slightly unamused look before nearly tripping over his own feet as he sped forward.
Picking up his pace a bit more, his already eager smile widened a bit further with Mr. Branxton’s response. “Actually, yes, Mr. Branxton. Specifically atmospheric thermodynamic. Stellar. Very good!” Although they would not be going into the nitty gritty of the topic and had been looking for a slightly more general answer.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, WE’RE HALF WAY THEEEEEEEEEEERE!” he sang. Because they were sort of half way there. Well, more like one fifth of the way there, but anyway.
So yes, it did have something to do with the atmosphere, but only with a specific part of it. More on that later though.
Yes! YES! They were getting closer now! Although thus far Mr. Branxton had come the closest to the response he was looking for. “YES! And storms are a part oooooooooooooooof…” he called as he frolicked forward.
“Keep it up!” he called to everyone, but mostly to be encouragement for those who did not answer. Not everyone was gifted with the talent of multitasking. At least he wasn’t asking them to jog and chew gum at the same time, right? Heh.
He was actually starting to get a bit out of breath from all the talking, failing, and jogging. Not to mention the whole brief burst into song.
DING DING DING! WE HAVE THE WINNERS!
Although all the answers were stellar in their own way. Save for the ones about flatulence. That was just plain wrong.
"Weather! YES! That was the answer I was looking for!" he exclaimed as he leaped a few times to show his excitement. "When you combine all of these ingredients in the Earth's thermosphere you get the weather. Now, we think of temperature as how warm or cold something is. But the reality is that temperature is caused by molecules zooming around. The faster they zoom, the warmer it gets, just like how you are all zooming around and getting warmer." See? Method to his madness. And he wasn't done just yet. "Now, Miss McAlistor demonstrated something just a few moments ago when she gave the wall a whack with her hand." Very good, by the way. She was clearly on the same page with him in terms of demonstrations. "These molecules in the Earth's atmosphere are constantly bouncing each other and everything else around them - your arm, the ground, a tree....just for some examples - and they exert a force on those surfaces. The force exerted by these air molecules bouncing off things is called air pressure. Now, I want you all to try this out by GENTLY bumping into one another. BE THE MOLECULE! THINK LIKE A MOLECULE! We already know that as air molecules move faster that the temperature rises, but what happens to air pressure when the temperature goes up?"
How did it feeeeeeel when someone bumped into them? Hmmmmmm?
OOC: please do not have your character cause any serious injury while they are bumping into others :3
This lesson will continue approximately 12 hours from the time of this post
Bump into people. Are you serious, Airey? Beverly didn't like people touching her except for Jeremiah because, DUH, Boyfriend hugs were nice. She shot scowls to the people around her.
House points. Think house points, Wayne.
Erasing the scowl from her face, but still looking a bit grumpy, Beverly bumped against someone. Gently as Professor Airey said. Then another person and another and another. It was annoying when someone bumped into her, but it was sort of fun when SHE bumped into someone. Bump, bump, bump.
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