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Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Victor García Massey Ollivanders
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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf The boy's lack of protesting further was enough of a confirmation for the man to move forward with said letter writing No pressure or anything. He ought to have proposed another little professor meet and greet so he could get to know the parents of his students a bit better. Studying the parents' behavior had, in the past, given him some insight to how best handle their children. Had confirmed a few things about Miss Cambridge for sure.
But Mr. Baines...well...he could only speculate and theorize. Hmmmm.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOH," Airey exclaimed with the enthusiasm of an osmophilic organism in Honeydukes. "I'm quite the fan of National Geographic Backyard Guide to the Night Sky. Was one of the first astronomy specific books I received as a child. First edition." It was in his office actually, a bit worn at the edges and its binding fairly loose...but still in good condition. He just couldn't bring himself to charm it to mint condition.
Ceasing his trip down memory lane - Christmas memory lane to be specific - his gaze followed the Ravenclaw's finger and let out another manly 'oooooh' before speaking. "That is Grus, whose name is Latin for the crane." But he would let the boy look it up in his book rather than give him all the fascinating details of the constellation. "Quite the lucky find."
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