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DaniDiNardo · 07-18-2014, 08:07 PM

SPOILER!!: SO LITERAL AIREY! Gosh

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Okay...what was the punchline that she was laughing at? Better yet, where was the joke? He found himself just staring at Miss Cambridge, mouth hanging open and a big ol' invisible question mark above his head. Did he have goo on his face?

Oh, there we go. Good to know that the Gryffindor hadn't gone insane. Or turned into some evil master mind that just had to let out a good long cackle every now and then.

"Nonsense, you wouldn't be eating just green things," he retorted, taking her words at face value. "Fruits and vegetables come in a variety of colors. Not just green." How silly of you to think so, Miss Cambridge. Here, have an awkward pat on the shoulder with his sticky hands.

"I do not own a pair of trousers of that nature," he snorted as he gave the pan a poke to check the consistency of their treats. Hmm...probably should open that window to really give it a quick chill. "I do have a pair that met an unfortunate accident involving glitter, however, but nothing using my lint roller for a good hour or so couldn't fix." He began making his way towards the window, hopping on to the counter near Miss Cambridge and reaching for the latch that held the window shut. "Really responsible ex-prefect," he repeated, eyebrow raised and lips pursed. You have his attention, Miss Cambridge. Ex-prefect. She. Still in the school? Had to be if she wanted access to the restricted section. Hmmmm. "Well, I would think that Professor Romanos would be better suited for that particular request, but I suppose I be an option. Yes."

Fumbling around with the latch to the window, which seemed to be frozen shut, he returned his attention to the prefect as she spoke. "Well, blasphemy IS a bit of a strong word, Miss Cambridge," he chuckled. Surely that was what had got the Divination professor in such a tissy. "I prefer the term pseudoscientific hokum." And then he was reminded just how many times Cassiopeia had mentioned there being a misunderstanding in his office. He didn't have enough toes and fingers to keep track of the number, honestly. And sure enough, there had been one, but not in the way that his colleague seemed to believe there had been. The woman did seem to have selective hearing with things. And yes, she had mentioned her considering him to be an intelligent enough bloke to not talk poorly of another person's subject - which was partly true. He would talk about how illogical and off kilter astrology was any day of the week. It was simple facts. "I was informed that you called it rubbish, not blasphemy."

He was still cool as a cucumber, by the way, and almost literally so considering how cold it was sitting here by the window. More amused at the whole situation than annoyed or upset.

Hmmm...he was going to need to use a Hot Air Charm on this window to open it it seemed.

Know something? That wasn't even funny. Nope. Lex just kinda eeeeased the Professor's hand away, not willing to accept the shoulder pat she could only assume would have been for assurance. Only Botros gave the real shoulder pats, no no Professor, you don't make attempts at those.

But that wasn't the whole reason for removing the man's hand. "I feel like you're mocking me Professor. Like maybe you know something and decided to be super literal about it. It's fine." She said with a casual shrug, not at all frightened by the new resolve that had settled within her. "Reckon you're right and it won't be so bad 'cause see, Professor Thompson has the creatures inside now, easy pickings when things get rough, you know? He's bound to have domestic creatures and if not, exotic meat never hurt no one." Preparedness, she SO had it and this was probably thanks to you Airey. Funny that.

There was something else that classified as funny. "How'd you manage to get glitter on your trousers?" It was half a serious question. You had to admit it sounded odd to think about....just saying....Curious eyes followed him as he hopped onto the counter and reached for the window. She'd almost forgotten they were meant to open that. Lex caught the brow raise but it never occurred to her that the 'ex-prefect' might have been what got him. "Well yeah, don't you think I'm responsible? I wouldn't go cursing anyone."...Not unless they really deserved it and that was only a small list of individuals that the Professor need not concern himself with. Ahem. "You'll write me permission then??" She asked, grinning widely now. That was a yes, right? It sounded like a yes. Oh Merlin please be a yes!!

"Is not." She went on to protest simply. Nothing was too strong a word when it came to Astrology of all things. "But I suppose pseudoscientific hokum works just as well. I'll be sure to use it next time--" Wait what? Rubbish? "I did no such thing, Professor, not even once. Cassia was there, you could ask her." He could ask the whole class but she'd doubted they'd even been paying attention. "I was civil and formal about the whole thing and you know she never denied implying you were unprofessional when I said you wouldn't appreciate it, she just said you also wouldn't appreciate me being disruptive. Are Professors allowed to badmouth each other, even if it's subtle? 'Cause then it'd only be fair we be allowed to say what we think of Ravenclaws in classes." You know, JUST saying while they were on this topic.

Did he need help getting the window open?

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DaniDiNardo Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,239 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite SPOILER!!: SO LITERAL AIREY! Gosh Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Okay...what was the punchline that she was laughing at? Better yet, where was the joke? He found himself just staring at Miss Cambridge, mouth hanging open and a big ol' invisible question mark above his head. Did he have goo on his face? Oh, there we go. Good to know that the Gryffindor hadn't gone insane. Or turned into some evil master mind that just had to let out a good long cackle every now and then. "Nonsense, you wouldn't be eating just green things," he retorted, taking her words at face value. "Fruits and vegetables come in a variety of colors. Not just green." How silly of you to think so, Miss Cambridge. Here, have an awkward pat on the shoulder with his sticky hands. "I do not own a pair of trousers of that nature," he snorted as he gave the pan a poke to check the consistency of their treats. Hmm...probably should open that window to really give it a quick chill. "I do have a pair that met an unfortunate accident involving glitter, however, but nothing using my lint roller for a good hour or so couldn't fix." He began making his way towards the window, hopping on to the counter near Miss Cambridge and reaching for the latch that held the window shut. "Really responsible ex-prefect," he repeated, eyebrow raised and lips pursed. You have his attention, Miss Cambridge. Ex-prefect. She. Still in the school? Had to be if she wanted access to the restricted section. Hmmmm. "Well, I would think that Professor Romanos would be better suited for that particular request, but I suppose I be an option. Yes." Fumbling around with the latch to the window, which seemed to be frozen shut, he returned his attention to the prefect as she spoke. "Well, blasphemy IS a bit of a strong word, Miss Cambridge," he chuckled. Surely that was what had got the Divination professor in such a tissy. "I prefer the term pseudoscientific hokum." And then he was reminded just how many times Cassiopeia had mentioned there being a misunderstanding in his office. He didn't have enough toes and fingers to keep track of the number, honestly. And sure enough, there had been one, but not in the way that his colleague seemed to believe there had been. The woman did seem to have selective hearing with things. And yes, she had mentioned her considering him to be an intelligent enough bloke to not talk poorly of another person's subject - which was partly true. He would talk about how illogical and off kilter astrology was any day of the week. It was simple facts. "I was informed that you called it rubbish, not blasphemy." He was still cool as a cucumber, by the way, and almost literally so considering how cold it was sitting here by the window. More amused at the whole situation than annoyed or upset. Hmmm...he was going to need to use a Hot Air Charm on this window to open it it seemed. Know something? That wasn't even funny. Nope. Lex just kinda eeeeased the Professor's hand away, not willing to accept the shoulder pat she could only assume would have been for assurance. Only Botros gave the real shoulder pats, no no Professor, you don't make attempts at those. But that wasn't the whole reason for removing the man's hand. "I feel like you're mocking me Professor. Like maybe you know something and decided to be super literal about it. It's fine." She said with a casual shrug, not at all frightened by the new resolve that had settled within her. "Reckon you're right and it won't be so bad 'cause see, Professor Thompson has the creatures inside now, easy pickings when things get rough, you know? He's bound to have domestic creatures and if not, exotic meat never hurt no one." Preparedness, she SO had it and this was probably thanks to you Airey. Funny that. There was something else that classified as funny. "How'd you manage to get glitter on your trousers?" It was half a serious question. You had to admit it sounded odd to think about....just saying....Curious eyes followed him as he hopped onto the counter and reached for the window. She'd almost forgotten they were meant to open that. Lex caught the brow raise but it never occurred to her that the 'ex-prefect' might have been what got him. "Well yeah, don't you think I'm responsible? I wouldn't go cursing anyone."...Not unless they really deserved it and that was only a small list of individuals that the Professor need not concern himself with. Ahem. "You'll write me permission then??" She asked, grinning widely now. That was a yes, right? It sounded like a yes. Oh Merlin please be a yes!! "Is not." She went on to protest simply. Nothing was too strong a word when it came to Astrology of all things. "But I suppose pseudoscientific hokum works just as well. I'll be sure to use it next time--" Wait what? Rubbish? "I did no such thing, Professor, not even once. Cassia was there, you could ask her." He could ask the whole class but she'd doubted they'd even been paying attention. "I was civil and formal about the whole thing and you know she never denied implying you were unprofessional when I said you wouldn't appreciate it, she just said you also wouldn't appreciate me being disruptive. Are Professors allowed to badmouth each other, even if it's subtle? 'Cause then it'd only be fair we be allowed to say what we think of Ravenclaws in classes." You know, JUST saying while they were on this topic. Did he need help getting the window open? __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.