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Originally Posted by Squishy  Grandpa Newton was just awesome. Esme wished that he could be her real grandpa though obviously that couldn't happen. "Thank you, sir," she said with a smile as she took the tea from him. It smelled really nice and tasted just as good even if it was a little too hot for her even after blowing. "It's wonderful. I have started liking tea more after using it for readings." Divination interested her a lot.
Of course he agreed with her there. Crazy things always happened at Hogwarts. "That doll was very creepy. It slumped against my legs at the Hufflepuff table." Of course she only fount it incredibly creepy after it had ran off while they had been looking away. Anyway... "I guess lots of crazy stuff happened to you when you were at Hogwarts." That must have been a long time ago since he was Grandpa Newton. Art smiled happily at Miss Darcy who seemed to like his tea blend. "Oh, f-for Divination? Is that a subject you enjoy?" he asked. Tea readings could only come from that subject, surely?
Art widened his eyes in surprise at the doll touching her. "It DID?" he asked. "How v-very creepy!" The whole... doll and Miffy thing gave him the heebie jeebies, and he was glad the doll never popped into his office or.. worse, his sleeping area! Art let out a chuckle "I'm... well I'm s-sure there was, I just... can't think of anything too crazy. Although I was the cause for a lot of it," he said with another chuckle. "I was a bit of a... a daredevil in my younger days." He still did the occasionally silly thing, having a much higher confidence than coordination, which never helped. SPOILER!!: Love is in the aiiiiiiir Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Sweet solstice.
If Mr. Song's words were not fabrications brought about by the effects of a love potion, the man's skin would have crawled right off the bone and down the hall to find a broom cupboard to hide in. Regardless...there were still little disgusting nuggets of information being delivered that he could have done without.
He did not share personal information with students and therefore expected the same sort of courtesy to be extended to him.
Love potion was not an excuse for...oh sweet solstice please just stop talking, Mr. Song. Please.
P L E A S E.
Temporary relief came when Art answered Paul's knock, grin still plastered across the astronomer's face. "Why don't you tell him why we are here, Mr. Song," Airey encouraged with a stiff nod of the head towards the boy. Because what better way to illustrate things than to hear it right from the source? Quote:
Originally Posted by Ameh Thank Merlin, the professor had finally answered his door. Jaemin was about ready to vibrate out of his skin with impatience. He bolted into the room after Airey, looking around every which way as if the answer to his needs would present itself with an ethereal glow. The dreamy look had not faded, and indeed seemed to be intensifying with every passing minute.
He could remember eeeeeeeeeeeeeeevery detail of their perfect, wonderful ��kisses��. And he was so ready to recount them to all of the professors. Every single one. So they would fully understand why he had to get there NOW.
"Professor Flamsteed said you would be able to get me to Beauxbatons," the small Slytherin supplied, looking at Airey for a moment before focusing on Professor Newton. "There's a �� beautiful, wonderful princess�� waiting for me."
How could he possibly make Professor Newton understand why he had to hurry? Jaemin reached to touch the man's arm, giving it a tug. Help, Professor. Help. He had wasted soooooo much time.
"If I make ��her�� wait too long, ��she�� might not love me anymore." DID HE SEE. DID HE GET IT. He had to gooooo. "Please!"
��Princess Sachiko�� needed her Prince. Quote:
Originally Posted by kayquilz
Ummm.
Um.
Paul had no words because he was just so very uncomfortable. And he wanted Art to get the bloody HINT that Jaemin Song was under the influence of a love potion--like pLEASE POTIONS MASTER, HELP THIS CHILD.
Because..........
This was quite bad O___O
Art was sensing a lot of discomfort from Airey, which would almost make him chuckle if the situation wasn't so... so bizarre. He felt Mr Song brush past him and watched him with his mouth agape, as he appeared to be looking for something.
Great Scott not this again.
But as he was about to ask if this was another one of those zombie things, Mr Song started speaking. "Be-Beauxbatons?" Art asked, looking from Mr Song to Airey. But he continued, and it became quite clear what the problem was. And why he was here. "Ahh," he said, just as Mr Song gave his arm a bit of a tug. "OHH," Art mumbled, feeling a pop come from the joint. He awkwardly gave Mr Song a bit of a pat on the shoulder and led him towards his very own chair. "T-take a seat Mr Song, I-I'll... I'll send a patronus to th-the... Professor Draper to g-get some... Thestrals ready. To take us to Beauxbatons." He didn't, though. Instead he ducked out of the office and went to the Laboratory where his potions were. He poured a dose of the antidote into a little glass and, knowing how odd this would be, poured three other glasses of water. So he wasn't drinking alone.
"Here we go, let's all have a drink whilst we wait for word from Professor Drapper, shall we," he said, handing Mr Song the antidote, and a glass of water to the two other men in his office. "To Love," he said, in cheers, taking a sip.
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