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sweetpinkpixie · 03-08-2015, 02:37 PM

SPOILER!!: Agatha

Oh yes, Flamsteed, you are so incredibly good at this thing.

Pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes tight, the Astronomy professor inhaled sharply. Clearly, the young woman was not yet aware of her own...struggles. was that the correct term? Well, whatever it was, she was either unaware of it or far too prideful and stubborn to realize it.

He was tempted to believe the latter, and that was not necessarily BAD...just made things more awkward for him.

Just...well...it was just best to be out with it now, wasn't it?

"The point," he said upon clearing his throat. "...the point, Miss Hapgood, is that I have the firm belief that you may have a bit of a learning disability." But he, of course, was no real expert on these matters and was simply acting on a hunch. Should he wait for that news to sink in? For her to give a reaction? Or just, er, keep on moving forward with his not-so-stellar bedside manner?

Wait. Waiting seemed like a good idea.

SPOILER!!: Zander

Manly tears. There were most definitely some manly tears threatening to stream down the man's cheeks right now as he finally released the prefect from his grip and held his hands out in front of his person like a small child begging his parents to give him a piece or two of candy. He even had those sad 'I've just been kicked' cruppy look about him too. The sort of forlorn look in the eyes that said 'pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase?'

"Let me...hold her, Mr. Adair."

Order, a feeble one, but an order. Not a request.

"Please."

For good measure.

*sniffle*

SPOILER!!: two cool cats...or something...since Airey is not a kitty person XD

Quote:

Originally Posted by nicole black

SPOILER!!: You're killing me with the Wink, Airey

Yes, yes, Damien had read those facts, less time worrying about clothes meant more time focusing on your studies, the Professor had a point there, yes. Absent-mindedly, the Lion ran a hand through his dark blond hair, taking his time in thinking up an answer. "I have heard that, Professor Airey, and concentration is very important, but you can't deny creative thinking and reaction times are just as important." Okay, again, he was laying this on thick here, but he sick of wearing these glorified bathrobes and since Airey was giving him a chance at least to make his case and Damien wasn't so quickly deterred.

Now, he did not, in any way think that Airey was trying to dampen his spirit, but some of the other professors - and that evil chick Murdoch - seemed almost to go out of their way to cramp the styles of the students, not just aesthetically, but in the way they thought and stood their ground, and it had begun to seriously irk the usually chill boy.

Damien smiled, pleased with the Astronomer's amusement - good sign, really good sign - The smile stayed on ever as he asked his question, because really, this was important, but it was also, by no means an angry conversation, more a lighthearted debate that the American fully intended to win. "Why do you wear a suit? Aside from the aesthetic reason?" He asked, steepling his long fingers together. His gaze set intently on the Professor's features.

All the while, he was aware of Rorie. Each deep breath brought in the scent of raspberries from her shampoo and he watched from the corner of his eye as she denied the tea, politely, but cooly. He'd hoped she'd be just a little more cordial, but he knew better than to expect anything from Rorie, she did as she pleased after all. Stupid Manic Pixie Dream Girls and their willful, but adorable natures.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Awarlesta Black

Text Cut: The Men in Black

Rorie also did not take her eyes off the man while he did what he was doing. Which was apparently trying to keep tempting her with his poisons. SHE KNEW WHAT THESE TEACHERS WERE DOING. BRAINWASHING THE KIDS. IT ALL MAKES SENSE WHY THEY'RE SO LOONY AND EASILY PERSUADED. YOU WILL NOT GET ME, EVIL FIENDS.

*ahem* Rorie broke free there. Time to reel in back Lucinda. This time instead of saying anything at all, she just simply turned her head to look at something else. Just like a disinterested cat.

Not to mention, she was two seconds away from yawning. Their conversation was boring her, but if she revealed a yawn it was another not-so-lucinda thing. Can't have two strikes on her.

It wasn't that Airey was not taking the two - well, mostly the Gryffidor since the other was being eerily quiet at the moment - seriously with the choice of discussion, but he could already tell that things would not really go anywhere. Mr. Anderson WAS a Gryffindor after all, and once their minds were made up on something and an opinion had been formed...it was nearly impossible to change it. For better or worse. So when the Gryffindor responded with...some off the cuff comment that - again - stung a little, he was trying not to chuckle.

"Well, there are many reasons. Some of which I am afraid are a bit too personal for me to discuss with students," he said with a small salute to mostly show respect towards the young man's inquiry. "Ironically, and I promise I am not making this up on the fly, inspired by the very uniform you have come here to complain about. To a certain extent anyway." Life just was that way, you know? Ironic.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Slytherin...who still was not accepting anything he offered. Er...right then. He should just put all of that back then...

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,061 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf SPOILER!!: Agatha Quote: Originally Posted by Hey Ju ......What? Was that all supposed to make any sense? Because Agatha couldn't get anything useful out of what professor Flamsteed was saying. Taking ownership for her work and yadda yadda academic achievements and frustrations? What? That's what she did. Not. "I do my own homework." She retorted, not sure how this would help her case, but well, it WAS the truth. The Slytherin never EVER got anyone EVER to do her homework so there was THAT. She knew of many people who did and they never got in trouble. ... She was willing to give him names if the Astronomer didn't get her in trouble for... whatever it was he called her there for. His next words caused all sorts of things in her. First he called her bright, which people rarely did, so she approved of that. But then he started going on about her cunningness not reflecting in her work and she went from flushing to pale. ... .... ... What was she supposed to say to that now? What did he even MEAN? Right, she knew she was never the brightest kid in class and that she was a complete disaster when it came to learning new spells ~~and anything in general~~ but SHE could DANCE and was the BEST ballerina EVER, did he KNOW that? Frowning, the fifth year just stared at the man, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed. "And your point is?" Yes, there was some bitterness in her tone. Oh yes, Flamsteed, you are so incredibly good at this thing. Pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes tight, the Astronomy professor inhaled sharply. Clearly, the young woman was not yet aware of her own...struggles. was that the correct term? Well, whatever it was, she was either unaware of it or far too prideful and stubborn to realize it. He was tempted to believe the latter, and that was not necessarily BAD...just made things more awkward for him. Just...well...it was just best to be out with it now, wasn't it? "The point," he said upon clearing his throat. "...the point, Miss Hapgood, is that I have the firm belief that you may have a bit of a learning disability." But he, of course, was no real expert on these matters and was simply acting on a hunch. Should he wait for that news to sink in? For her to give a reaction? Or just, er, keep on moving forward with his not-so-stellar bedside manner? Wait. Waiting seemed like a good idea. SPOILER!!: Zander Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack The Gryffindor gave him a grave look, a GRAVE one because-- Wait. Had his Head of House just called the tie Clairette? Uh. Did the man name every one of his ties? There was more than just one thing wrong with that.... But he looked absolutely pained, so Zander did his best to keep a serious demeanor. 'Cause Professor Flamsteed had already gotten onto him about the whole 'YOO-rain-us' thing and well, didn't need a strike two, did he? And then he was being shaken. Merlin send help, please. And not just for the tie. Shaking his head, the Gryffindor slowly gulped before... Ahem. *"I'm afraid that... uh... Clairette... Well, the damage... It looks.."* GULP. "Severe," Please don't shake him to death, Professor. He's still got a few good years left to live. ALSO, not going to move from his place in front of the tie because only Merlin knew what the Professor would see at the very sight of it. Could Flamsteed handle the damage? Only time could tell. Stay tuned for next weeks episode. Manly tears. There were most definitely some manly tears threatening to stream down the man's cheeks right now as he finally released the prefect from his grip and held his hands out in front of his person like a small child begging his parents to give him a piece or two of candy. He even had those sad 'I've just been kicked' cruppy look about him too. The sort of forlorn look in the eyes that said 'pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase?' "Let me...hold her, Mr. Adair." Order, a feeble one, but an order. Not a request. "Please." For good measure. sniffle SPOILER!!: two cool cats...or something...since Airey is not a kitty person XD Quote: Originally Posted by nicole black SPOILER!!: You're killing me with the Wink, Airey Yes, yes, Damien had read those facts, less time worrying about clothes meant more time focusing on your studies, the Professor had a point there, yes. Absent-mindedly, the Lion ran a hand through his dark blond hair, taking his time in thinking up an answer. "I have heard that, Professor Airey, and concentration is very important, but you can't deny creative thinking and reaction times are just as important." Okay, again, he was laying this on thick here, but he sick of wearing these glorified bathrobes and since Airey was giving him a chance at least to make his case and Damien wasn't so quickly deterred. Now, he did not, in any way think that Airey was trying to dampen his spirit, but some of the other professors - and that evil chick Murdoch - seemed almost to go out of their way to cramp the styles of the students, not just aesthetically, but in the way they thought and stood their ground, and it had begun to seriously irk the usually chill boy. Damien smiled, pleased with the Astronomer's amusement - good sign, really good sign - The smile stayed on ever as he asked his question, because really, this was important, but it was also, by no means an angry conversation, more a lighthearted debate that the American fully intended to win. "Why do you wear a suit? Aside from the aesthetic reason?" He asked, steepling his long fingers together. His gaze set intently on the Professor's features. All the while, he was aware of Rorie. Each deep breath brought in the scent of raspberries from her shampoo and he watched from the corner of his eye as she denied the tea, politely, but cooly. He'd hoped she'd be just a little more cordial, but he knew better than to expect anything from Rorie, she did as she pleased after all. Stupid Manic Pixie Dream Girls and their willful, but adorable natures. Quote: Originally Posted by Awarlesta Black Text Cut: The Men in Black Rorie also did not take her eyes off the man while he did what he was doing. Which was apparently trying to keep tempting her with his poisons. SHE KNEW WHAT THESE TEACHERS WERE DOING. BRAINWASHING THE KIDS. IT ALL MAKES SENSE WHY THEY'RE SO LOONY AND EASILY PERSUADED. YOU WILL NOT GET ME, EVIL FIENDS. ahem Rorie broke free there. Time to reel in back Lucinda. This time instead of saying anything at all, she just simply turned her head to look at something else. Just like a disinterested cat. Not to mention, she was two seconds away from yawning. Their conversation was boring her, but if she revealed a yawn it was another not-so-lucinda thing. Can't have two strikes on her. It wasn't that Airey was not taking the two - well, mostly the Gryffidor since the other was being eerily quiet at the moment - seriously with the choice of discussion, but he could already tell that things would not really go anywhere. Mr. Anderson WAS a Gryffindor after all, and once their minds were made up on something and an opinion had been formed...it was nearly impossible to change it. For better or worse. So when the Gryffindor responded with...some off the cuff comment that - again - stung a little, he was trying not to chuckle. "Well, there are many reasons. Some of which I am afraid are a bit too personal for me to discuss with students," he said with a small salute to mostly show respect towards the young man's inquiry. "Ironically, and I promise I am not making this up on the fly, inspired by the very uniform you have come here to complain about. To a certain extent anyway." Life just was that way, you know? Ironic. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Slytherin...who still was not accepting anything he offered. Er...right then. He should just put all of that back then... __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like