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sweetpinkpixie · 06-06-2015, 03:30 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Okay.

So.

Toby had just been expecting one of your usual, every day, run of the mill handshakes. But this... was not that. He blinked as their forearms bumped, wondering vaguely if he'd missed some sort of... memo about handshakes were done these days. But Airey was explainaing and oh... OH. OH THAT WAS SO COOL. Toby's expression went from confusion to delight at the revelation and he perked up at once.

"A secret handshake?" he repeated in an almost hushed tone, visibly very okay with the endeavour. "Aaaaawesome." This was important. A big thing. He could totally tell. Srs business. Next step, c'mon Toby, focus. Head in the game. "Uh... how about..." he straightened their arms out again and, after leaning down and carefully setting the 'missing' poster aside on the floor, held up his now free hand "... uhh..." Toby held that hand over their handshake like he was going for a double handshake, gesturing that Airey should high five it or shake that hand too or... or... or...

He didn't know.

Toby had never made up a secret handshake before. The pressure to do it right was very real.

"... We need a space reference." At the end maybe. Like BLAST OFF or something.

While he had expected it, the astronomer was still pleased that the Hufflepuff was more than willing to go along with the gesture. He was even more pleased with himself that all this hand holding was not causing his insides to somersault and knot as well. He had always said that seventh years could be a mild exception to the standards he set on professor-student relationships, within reason, so he was still working within that framework. Especially meaningful as he had taught Mr. Toby since he was a first year struggling to remove the hose of a vacuum from his face.

Watching the Hufflepuff's movements, Airey lifted his free hand towards Mr. Toby's and waited for instructions...that apparently were not coming. But a SPACE reference sounded STELLAR!

Creative impulses firing on all cylinders - VERY welcomed distraction from all the 'woe is he' he had been feeling in recent days - he eyed their hands for a few moments until he had one of those light bulb moments. "COMBUSTION!" he suddenly erupted. "Our fingers can represent the flames that burn the fuel that generates the huge amount of thrust necessary for a rocket to escape the Earth's gravity. Our HANDS can serve as the rockets...therefore..." he explained as he began to wiggle his fingers excitedly against the seventh year's. "3...2...1...SCHOOOOOOM!"

Airey pulled his hand that had had its fingers wiggling back high over his head and swung his arm around slowly like a windmill.

06-06-2015, 03:30 AM	#32 (permalink)
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