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Originally Posted by Wisher Thomas had one thing on his mind going to talk to Professor Flamsteed he had visited his Uncle who loved astronomy and while he was there he had told him quite a bit and now he couldn't stop thinking about the subject and all things like that. So now he was curious which is why he found himself in front of Professor Flamsteed's office. With a giddy smile he knocked on the door.
While waiting he turned to look at the surroundings of the office. Sitting down he looked at the magazines, after flipping through some of them he stood up and stared at the poster of Professor Flamsteed. Woahh cool... He moved on and this time the poster that his eyes laid upon his mouth fell open, now that was cool. The astronomer was actually on his way back from the astrophysics laboratory after finishing up a bit of private research, so the knock had done nothing more than startle Hershel from his sleep. Not that the ferret especially cared and was likely back to sleep already. And Boulder never minded when people knocked at the door. He was a very well tempered rock.
And Pebbles, well, she was on his person. As always. Not letting her out of his sight!
"Mr. Windsor, good day," he greeted the Gryffindor with a salute. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
__________________ 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 |
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