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SPOILER!!: Ian Quote:
Originally Posted by Edward Penguin  Ian was dressed in his Muggle clothes , ready for this trip. He looked into his envelope, wondering what great things they were going to be about today. Let's see...he'd had a lab coat and a food fight in the class as well as other out of this world lessons. He was pretty excited about this. He wasn't keen on everything, but his nerdy self loved him some museum and educational trips. Plus, this would be his first time using a portkey. He searched through his backpack for the fifteenth time, making sure he had all the things he needed. He even included his astronaut food items he had made. Maybe he could get someone to try one. He walked over to Zeke and looked around for others he might know.
He spoke to his buddy. Hey Zeke. I made that astronaut food in the kitchen and made enough so I'd have at least 2 tubes extra. You wanna try some later? He had tried it and it wasn't bad, at least he didn't think so. He thought the splash of malt vinegar he'd added to the fish and chips rounded them out nicely. "Hey!" Zeke greeted Ian brightly. Hhehehe. He was understandably enthused by the sound of edibles, so even if Ian produced it, he was game. "Sounds good to me. I wanna make some too, but I did the timeline thing for homework, I just... kept eating the food before I could do anything with it." Which was a problem, all things considered.
But weeeee!!!
FIELD TRIPPPPPIIIIINNN! SPOILER!!: Profffff Airey! Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpurplepeopleeater
Adjusting his tie just a bit, Airey began to go over his mental checklist of everything he had packed in his backpack before moving on to what he, personally, hoped to accomplish this trip to the National Space Centre. He had just been there over the summer to help set up for the particular exhibition - all part of his duties as Astronomer Royal - and while he was bound to get a bit chocked up given the subject matter...he was more giddy than sad. Getting to relive your childhood dream for the day wasn't something to get all depressed over.
"Stellar to hear, Mr. Baines," he saluted the first year. "I'll be sending that letter to your parents hopefully tomorrow." Wanted to make sure that he slept on his wording in the letter. He couldn't be positive, but something was informing him that he needed to be very careful with his phrasing. And Merlin help him if the professor only ended up encouraging them to remove the boy from Hogwarts.
He also gave the boy's attire two thumbs up. Very professional looking. This astronut approved.
And the boy's permission slip went on to his desk.
Taking Miss Guidry's permission slip and setting it on top of Mr. Baines, he smiled the prefect and then instantly wondered where Miss Wright was. More often than not, it had been the seventh year who had looked after the younger Claw...and that service would most likely be needed again today. "Excellent, Miss Guidry. I certainly hope you find it informative."
Speaking of the fragile Ravenclaw...
"Good morning, Miss Wright," he beamed at the girl as he took the permission slip and set it on top of the rest. Yes yes, more excitement. Stellar to see! He noted that she headed towards Mr. Baines and felt a small sense of relief. He was a responsible young man, so between him and Miss Guidry the second year ought to survive the trip.
It was probably for the best that the astronomer had not seen the way Miss Wojack had rid the castle of an 8-legged freak just now. While not a man particularly fond of bugs and anything that crawled...it was also not the proper use of a lint rollers.
But he hadn't seen...and instead had the pleasure of dealing with what he could only assume was a threat from this Oggie person. "I am flattered this...Oggie is willing to spend upwards of 18,000,000 pounds on little old me," he chuckled. Space tourism was rather expensive, you know? Which meant that it would be more of a reward to allow something to happen to the young Slytherin - rolling with his dry sense of humor that is. "I hope you enjoy the trip today, Miss Wojack."
"Good morning, Miss Cambridge," he said to the Gryffindor as she handed over the permission slip. Not the usual spunky greeting he was used to, but he could only assume that seventh year-itis was setting in. Hopefully she could keep herself motivated through her NEWTs at least.
But THERE was some enthusiasm!
"Hello, Miss Kittredge! Stellar to see you are eager to start this little adventure." In fact, he mimicked her bouncing in place with some of his own as he set her permission slip on top of the others.
"It is indeed, Miss Jamieson," he saluted the Ravenclaw while taking her permission slip. So far so good. No one had forgotten their permission slips just yet and therefore forced him into an incredibly awkward situation.
"Good day, Mr. Tinker," he beamed at the Hufflepuff. Did he really need to respond to the suit comment? He just grinned a bit wider instead.
"Hello, Miss McAlistor," he greeted while taking her permission slip and adding it to the others.
"Good day, Miss Montgomery," he smiled to the Ravenclaw. Her slip now with the others, he had to wonder if she had given any further thought to the little nugget of advice he had given her earlier on in the term. "I think you'll find that certain scenes of that comic book you made me may come to life today."
Cue a small amused smirk.
"Thank you, Mr. Tempus," he grinned at the Hufflepuff. No, Mr. Tempus was MUCH more than a Hufflepuff now. He was...the boy was....he was... a Stellarpuff. Yes. That would have to do for now. Or perhaps Stellapuff to help the two words blend together more fluidly.
Oooooo......................kay?
Airey found himself just blinking at Miss Brown's sudden change in behavior. Was it the thought of traveling by portkey that had her in a bit of a rut? It could be quite daunting if one had never traveled by it before. Actually...he probably should have told them not to eat breakfast before class and instead pack a small one to bring with them. He didn't imagine that the National Space Centre would appreciate a bunch of teenagers regurgitating their meals all over the pavement around back. Well, once the janitorial staff stumbled upon the mess anyway. No one would be present when they eventually landed.
"A happy day it is, Miss Brown!" he said with a bit more enthusiasm than the others. Mostly in the fleeting hope that some of his own gusto would transfer to her.
Was she feeling alright? Should they send for the Healer? He checked his sundial watch. Maybe not. Not enough time for that.
Hand back in his suit jacket's pocket, he smiled to the Hufflepuff as he accepted her slip. "Hello, Miss Carrington."
"Thank you, Mr. Ze ---" he beamed as he took the permission slip, only to stop mid-name when he saw just WHO had signed it. Of course, he should have been completely aware of this fact already given that he was the boy's Head of House, but it had gleefully slipped his mind that he was currently responsible for the child of the Department Head of Magical Law Enforcement. "----ke."
Let's make sure that slip was niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice and flat. Ahem.
"Thank you, Miss Valentine," he said to the Gryffindor while taking her permission slip. Something in her eyes made him a bit uneasy. Sweet solstice. Was portkey travel really THAT terrifying?
Another permission slip added to the stack, he offered the Slytherin a faint smile before speaking. "Good morning to you as well, Miss Andrews."
"Excellent, thank you Miss Lynch," he beamed while accepting the permision slip. "I hope you enjoy yourself today."
"Good day, Mr. Atreyu," he saluted the Gryffindor. "I know I have already said this to you before, but stellar performance once again this term with Gobstones."
Accent whiplash alert. What?
"Thank you, Miss Janvier," he said as he took her slip, eyebrow raised curiously at the Ravenclaw. "Stellar to hear it."
"Hello, HELLO, Mr. Rehman," he beamed at the prefect. "Thank you. I'll take that." And another permission slip to the pile.
Thorny. Ha. HAHAHAHA.
Ahem.
"Good morning, Miss McGee," he grinned as he used her permission slip to salute her back.
"Your permission slip, Miss Cooper," Airey said as he extended his hand towards her. He needed it in his hands to confirm it was more than just a spare piece of parchment, you see. He had tried that as a student for Hogsmeade. Waved a piece of parchment with scribbles on it because he had lost his original. Hadn't worked out so well.
"Glad you think so, Mr. Lecium," he beamed. "Should be quite the experience for everyone."
Airey took the permission slip and set it on top of the stack. "Good morning, Mr. Whitlock." And was it just him, or was the Slytherin a bit more...perky than usual?
"Good morning, Miss Bayless," he smiled to the Gryffindor...who seemed to be back to herself again. He was half tempted to ask her about her...experience. To compare. But now was probably not the place to do so.
"Good day, Miss Valentine," he smiled, accepting the permission slip and placing it on top of the others.
Papa...OOOOOOOOOOOH PAPA!
For the second time Airey's throat suddenly ran dry at the name on the parchment - the first being for a Miss Emily Browne. Right. The older Scabior. Mr. Glares-A-Lot. Right. Well, now there were two...er...three parents who would definitely hex him into oblivion should things get messy. Maybe four.
"Thank you, Mr. Scabior," he said, swallowing and taking the permission slip. "No pressure, right?" Heh. Awkward.
"Good morning," he beamed, accepting the permission slip eagerly and setting it on top of the stack. "Good to see you, Miss Ackerly." Even if the Ravenclaw wasn't exactly oozing enthusiasm like some of her housemates. Getting out of the castle might do her some good.
OH! Well, look at this!
"Looking sharp there, Mr. Adair," Airey both saluted and winked at the Gryffindor. Stellar points to you! Which were better than the cool points that he had given out previously. In his brain. And once or twice out loud. "Everyone has a different understanding of what muggle clothing means. At least no one showed up in a flowered nightdress. The late Arthur Weasley was also known to wear a few unique choices of clothing. Not to worry, Mr. Adair. Your attire is perfectly acceptable."
"Good morning, Miss Wisteria," he beamed with a salute before taking her permission slip. That was one giddy looking Huf....Hogwartian.
Giving his sundial watch another quick glance, the astronomer's eyes widened. "Oh sweet solstice!" he exclaimed as he wiped his brow and scurried towards the front of his desk and picked up the envelope with his own name written on it.
"Alright everyone! Gather around!" he announced while clapping his hands together twice. Just in case, you know, they hadn't heard him. "We have about 15 minutes before our portkeys are scheduled to depart so I will make this brief. First, a few ground rules. We will be leaving the wizarding world and entering the muggle one today. This means ABSOLUTELY NO MAGIC will be allowed. Not even accidental. Keep it in your holster. I do not want to make the Prophet because someone breached the Statute and the Ministry had to get involved...or to have any of you expelled." SO JUST DO NOT DO IT, OKAY!? "This also includes talking loudly about Magic in front of others. I am trusting you all to be on your best behavior so do not let me down."
Seriously. He may have nearly killed students in the past with tainted ice cream...and apparently was on the verge of it as Professor Hooksteed...but expelling someone. Sweet solstice. He would submit his resignation right away.
"We will touch down in a secluded area behind the National Space Centre and move about as a group. Under no circumstances is anyone to wander off on their own. Use the buddy system. And no, you do not need the same buddy the entire time. There is a lot to explore at the Centre."
Alright. Now that that was over.
"Now, I want everyone to check their envelopes for the following items. There should be an entry ticket to the National Space Centre along with one of these," he said as he lifted up a piece of rectangular paper. "This is a piece of muggle money. You are free to use it as you see fit at the Centre to buy something to eat or in the gift shop. We will arrive back at Hogwarts around 1500 hours, so plan accordingly. Now, can anyone tell me approximately how much this is worth in our, wizarding, currency?"
OOC: Thank you all for your patience <3
Class will most likely resume before I go to bed (in approximately 12 ish hours) but may not do so until I get some sleep depending on the activity level (in approximately 20 hours).
Please do not post your character arriving late unless you are ready to deal with whatever IC consequences Professor Flamsteed sees fit. Simply pretend that you have been here all along!
Zeke noticed things, small things, like the pause midway through his name. But he didn't think anything of it. Nope. Professor Airey was probably just reading and speaking at the same time which was arguably one of the hardest things to do EVER. The only thing that was harder was speaking and writing... those always got his words jumbled, it was always easier to just STOP speaking.
Once attention was called, Zeke looked up and listened, grinning broadly. No magic, no wandering, no funny business.. yeah yeah yeah, he got it. Although, if something wereeeee to happen, he knew people. HE KNEW PEOPLE. But nothing would happen - not from him at least.
When instructed, Zeke opened his envelope and checked its contents, an entry ticket and FIVE POUNDS!!!!........... they were shopppppiinngggg?!?!?! Snacks sounded good, but gift shop stuff sounded good too. Choices choices. As for how much it was worth in wizarding money stuffs?........ he KINDA knew...
Hand raised he answered, "Four hundred and ninety three knuts, Professor!"
The only reason he knew that, was because he had purposefully asked the Goblins at Gringotts for KNUTS when exchanging some of his muggle currency so he could buy Ashley eyes.
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