Bay finally made it to the door.. phew he was really tired today.. as soon as he opened the door he was hit with a warm wave of heat… ughhhh why was it so hot… Bay started to take off his scarf and mittens… he had to wear them a lot lately.. and yup there goes the hat.. leaving Bay's hair all messy.. seeing the professor he said hello "Good Morning Professor" as he was stuffing his things in his bag..

finding his seat he sat down but he spotted something on his desk… it looked like a little bag of gold.. was the professor going crazy or was he really giving them all gold.. he saw the little bags everywhere on everyones desk… Bay for some reason was afraid of touching it.. he didn't know why but the gold looked a bit different and he wondered why that could be.

Caleb was not really in the mood to come to astronomy - after all, the last time he'd seen Flamsteed, there had been a lot of GAS involved and he was not in the mood. Nope. No gas today, please. He was in enough pain as it was, he didn't need his BREATHING to be compromised either.

"Hello Professor," he said politely as he entered, despite his misgivings about the professor being able to control his bodily functions, and walked over to his desk. Right. Lets get this over with...

Tessa slowly walked into the Astronomy classroom, sighing in relief as the warm air of the heating spells hit her. It eased her achy joints and added a slight bounce into her step- emphasis on slight.

"Hello Professor," she said with a wave. "Great thought on using the heating spells, it's a relief," she shot him a warm smile and then shuffled back to her seat. "Hello Bay!" she said with a warm smile to her friend as she sat down- slowly, with a quiet groan. Despite the heat, some things still hurt.

What was this on her desk? She examined the chocolate with a raised eyebrow, resisting the urge to eat some of it. That would be rude after all.

Sander slowly entered the Astronomy classroom and looked around. The first person he noticed was Tessa and he smiled glad to see her that she had made it to the class. But before walking to his desk, he first made his way to greet the Astronomy Professor.

Walking up to him, Sander smiled and nodded on greeting,"Hello Professor," then he walked over to his desk glancing over to various glass containers containing the solar systems they had all made. Sitting down next to Tessa and Bay, he smiled at both of them.

"Hi Tessa...hi Bay. Is this what I think it is?" Sander asked picking up the gold wrapped coins.

Another Astronomy lesson. Adi was looking forward to it but right now he was out of breath and grumpy from having to walk so far. Gosh! Why was this Castle so huge?

Anyway, he entered the classroom noticing the lint roller was missing again. Why had the man become so careless about that? Hmmm. And gosh! It was hot in this room. Adi did not like this one bit. Spotting Flamsteed behind his desk, Adi headed over. Pushing aside his grumpiness, he now grinned as he remembered his cheeky question that had cost him five points the last time. He wasn't going to repeat that mistake. Five points were enough to loose for one year. Hehe.

"Hallo, Professor!'' He smiled innocently and hobbled off to his seat. Were these chocolates? Adi eyed them suspiciously and then did the same to Flamsteed. Was this a trick or genuine? He wasn't going to eat any before he found out.

She couldn't find the lint roller...SHE COULDN'T FIND THE LINT ROLLER!!!!

Lex must have stood outside for an extra five minutes or so trying to find it knowing just how nitpicky the Professor was when it came to lint; that invisible substance that only seemed to bother him. Was it just her eyes? They'd been getting to be of a shoddy quality since lately but she couldn't be sure.

Finally giving up the Gryffindor burst into the room. "I tried Professor! I really did! I looked everywhere but I can't find the lint roller and I don't wanna get thrown in detention for tracking lint into the room!" That went in place of the standard greeting because this was serious business here. One of the people already present must have snatched it so everyone else would look bad and possibly lose points. She was willing to blame the Slytherin....or no, the Puffers, she was on to them.

"Can I stay just this one time with all the lint? It won't clog up your windpipes and kill you slowly, honest. I'll keep it on my robe." And a solemn nod, she meant business--were those...CHOCOCLATE???? Chocolate for the people allowed to stay.

Lex gave the Professor pathetic looks because if she got kicked out, she at least wanted to be kicked out with the chocolate, okay??

Astronomy again. She was getting used to this. Actually, the firstie was getting used to almost all of her classes. Nothing felt weird yet, not even the-

woah, stars! Like stars in the sky of the classroom. She wasn't extremely observant, but they weren't there before. She knew that much. Her mind drifted from the ceiling stars to the other issue. It was hot. Like really hot in there. It reminded her of this gross song from the two thousands that she listened to once and then got in trouble for it. She heard it at school though, she swore. But honestly, Caelen didn't even LIKE the song. It was stupid. The little redhead thought she felt the first beads of sweat on her back. SWEAT! Gross. There was no sweating in star science!

Still, the stars were something to look at. And she may or may not have stared at them as she made her way to the semi circle where her seat was. Because most classrooms didn't have stars in them. At least not the Muggle classrooms she tried out. Most of those were so underfunded that they barely even had notebooks, let alone stars on the ceiling! Seriously, those were coool. Like way cool. She had to figure out how to get those on her ceiling at home. It would make her room complete.

Moving the present and taking her seat, the little Ravenclaw finally remembered her greeting for the professor. She should probably say hi to the aging person. Because everyone around here was aging, so there was no point in treating anyone differently. This really had to stop though. EVERYONE was aging. What happened when somebody got reeeally old? The girl with the deep blue eyes didn't want to think about it. It was weird and gross to think about.

"Hi Professor." Ask about the stars." How did you get the stars up there? Are they real? They would look really cool as a room decoration." Okay, so she was kind of rambling. But she always did that. It was something of a habit for her to prattle on when she got comfortable somewhere. She remembered the first lesson when she barely even talked unless to answer a question. It was fun talking more. It really was.

When you had to shuffle everywhere, it took considerably longer to reach your destination. Tobias was exhausted by the time he eventually meandered into the classroom, and he looked it too. The charms on his wrinkles were starting to wear off again, and his hair was still white of course. The Hufflepuff took the nearest seat possible and steadily eased himself into it, wincing as his hip gave a particularly painful twinge.

When he was settled, Tobias offered Airey a good-natured wave by way of greeting. He noted the chocolates on the desk and smiled at the gesture, but figured he'd maybe save it 'til later. In his old age, Toby still had a liking for sweets, but he was very conscious of the health implications. If he rationed them, Tobias could have a chocolate every few days after supper, as a special treat. In fact, he had a strong urge to find himself a tartan tin to keep sweet things in for the future. With that thought in mind, Tobias began to set up his note taking things for the class.

Except... it was quite warm in here...

... in fact, it was very difficult... to not... doze...

... zzzzZZZZZZzzzZZZzzzzz...

... He...

... Was...

... HERE!

Finally. He stood there for a while, hands on hips and taking deep breaths as he looked around at the-- ... No lint roller? Erm... okay. Shrug. It hadn't been there at the beginning of last lesson, had it? ... Had it? He... didn't know. All he knew was that it wasn't here right now, which raised a few concerns and caused the boy to ruffle his hair. He had really been hoping to use that roller one last time.

Shrug. Alec pushed open the door and was immediately hit by a wave of warm air. Ah! That was a lot better than that cold outside. The boy started taking off his scarf as he ambled his way over towards a spare desk. "Hello Professor!" he called, shooting the man a smile before looking down at--

... Chocolate? They got chocolate?

He sat down slowly in his seat, letting his bag drop to the floor. This was a nice gesture. Really. And reminded him all too much of the pot of gold leprechauns found at the end of the rainbow. He grinned. Tag was coming to this class, right? Because he should, just for the pot of gold. Or, if not, Alec would give him his, maybe keeping a gold coin for himself. He didn't have so much of a sweet tooth anymore.

... Wait... they were allowed to keep this, right?

When Lux walked inside the classroom, she was hit with a blow of heat so strong. What on earth was going on. Feeling that she should have worn lighter clothes despite it being night time, she made her way over to where her Bay, Tessa, and Sander were before taking a seat. "Hey, guys!" Fanning herself because it was so hot, she looked over to the Professor. "Hello, Professor Flamsteed. How are you tonight?"

Why was there gold on her desk? Raising her brow, she did not touch it, but instead waited for some sort of explanation.

It was warm in the classroom, something Justine happily welcomed, all day today, no matter how many layers of clothing she'd put on, the girl found herself constantly chilly. (which was very unusual for the girl because she generally was never much bothered by cold) Gently putting down her book bag next to her chosen desk, Justine took her seat and brought out her quill and parchment, it wasn't until that moment that she noticed the gold coins.

"Excuse me Professor," Justine said, raising up her hand in the air as she spoke, she still wasn't used to most of the rules here at Hogwarts but she certainly remembered to raise her hand while speaking. It was the polite thing after all. "Are zees for us?" The girl asked, eyeing the gold wearily. Justine was beginning to distrust everything in this school.

It was hard not to be paranoid when everyone around you was becoming older, and older without any explanation.

Oh, Merlin, why was it so warm here?? Was this because of some old age related injury of sorts? She was so done with those! Not that she minded warm weather or anything, but here, it was... weird.

Not enough to make her leave, though, so she still had a smile to offer to Flamsteed. "Hi, Professor!" A bright greeting indeed. And over there at that table must be SS Sylar, of course. Lottie didn't search for it, she went to find a desk instead...

...a desk...

...what was on top of the desks?!

ARE YOU KIDDING ME??! She stopped in front of a desk and just staaaared at the golden coins held by that...er, let's say recipient, because she didn't want to say it. It honestly resembled a little pot of gold, like the ones you're supposed to find at the end of a rainbooooooooooow??? SO WHY EXACTLY WAS THIS HERE???

Apparently the SUN wasn't ENOUGH.

Lotus just staaaaared at the desk. Still not sitting, of course.

Ugh. She was exhausted but the warm classroom made up for some of it. Snuggling her robe tighter around her, Beverly limped her way to a desk, greeting the professor in the process. "Hi, Professor Airey." He was still old. No cure yet. Damn.

Dropping her bag next to a desk she flopped down carefully, holding her back as she went. Gosh. At least it wasn't as bad as getting out of bed. Now THAT was a task.

Oh. Waiiiiiiit. Golden coins in a cute little pot. Was it chocolate?

Asldjfsldkjf! It didn't matter. CUUUTE. Beverly stretched out her arms - as much as she could - her hands at either side of the pot. No touching 'cause it might melt, but AWWWW.

:3

She almost didn't make it.

Seriously, the eighteen year old was about to pass out and die half way here but she mustered up ALL of her strength which wasn't saying much so that she wouldn't miss an Airey lesson. Yeah, you should totally feel special, Flamsteed. Speaking of, he looked pretty sickly, did he know? Not that Ella looked much better. She'd lost a considerable amount of weight and though charms had helped with the wrinkles and her hair, she appeared quite sick herself. Not winning any beauty contests today, that was for sure.

The missing lint roller wasn't noticed because that would have required remembering such a thing was meant to be there for use and Ella didn't. So she slowly made her way over to the nearest seat and eased herself down, wincing slightly when her bottom hit the seat. Uncomfortable, this chair was. "Hello, Sir!" Was he awake over there? And was this chocolate cauldron of coins for her? Merlin, was the man trying to rot her teeth? Or perhaps Leprechaun Tag had been here earlier and given everyone a little surprise. Now if only there was a rainbow nearby.

...What class was this again?

Was this what death felt like?

Surely, it was. Her knees were screaming in pain, and Alice's eyes might have been watering as she entered the classroom. The seventh year looked quite normal compared to the others in the room; charms did wonders for her hair, and that Wrinkle-Heal unction kept her skin looking baby smooth. But there was no cure for her hollow cheeks and her aching joints or any of the other effects of rapid aging, for that matter.

Still, she made it there. It had taken approximately 17 minutes longer than usual, but she had gotten to a desk without keeling over.

"Professor, I'm dying." Cue puppy eyes. Alice thought she probably looked even worse than Aireyhead, and that was SAYING something. She didn't even register the chocolate.

Astronomy!

Now this class was alway fun. Too bad it was the last lesson of the semester. But he suddenly felt very tired today for some reason. He even had pain in his joints he never felt before. He was limping to class because of how much his knees hurt. As he made his way into the classroom, he noticed the professor. He tried to give him a reassuring smile, but he think it failed. "Hey Professor..." he said. Then he limped to the middle desk and sat down.

Aahh...now that felt better. Maybe he needed to go to the nurse to get some pain meds but he didn't like this at all. He was even moving his wrists and he heard cracks but it did hurt to move it.

It was a little toasty in this room right now, But nothing too extreme.

It was actually pretty nice. Nigel walked into the room seeing his awesome solar system with Bob in it. He had given in to using some magic in his hair and it made him feel dirty. It did not even last that long and was just terrible.

"Flameo Hotman!"

Nigel was pretty sure Flamsteed could not hear him. So he took a seat at the edge of the semi circle because that was the best place to sit of course. But what was this little present on his desk. Well it was probably leprechaun gold anyway.

He was feeling pessimistic today.

Another Astronomy lesson. Whop whop. Now if the seventh year could jump for joy at the fact that this was his last Astronomy lesson ever. But He was so tired, every part of his body hurt head, shoulders, knees and yes even his toes.

Once he had finally made it to the classroom right by the door was a lint roller. What was that for? He wasn't sure. He shrugged and used it anyway. He walked right into the classroom. Man it felt so good to be there. Warm. Whoopi! But again not jumping for joy. He walked by Flamstreed " Good day, sir..... Professor." Was it day? or tonight? He couldn't remember or even tell for that matter. He shuffled his feet around the seats and plopped down in one, bones cracking as he did.

The first thing the little Slyth noticed was the warmth, having always been sensitive to the chill he carefully took a seat and began to shed layers upon layers of of clothing as a snake might shed it's skin. That is to say, slowly and in an almost peeling manner. "Good evening, Professor Flamsteed." He greeted cheerfully in a voice too old to have sprang from a boy of 12.

Cutty's mouth hung upon a bit as he took his seat next to the strapping, old Hufflepuff boy and noticed the little pot of gold. Was it Leprechaun in origin or...? He picked one of them up and sniffed it. So Flamsteed was not only competent on his subject, but also generous. Cutty have have found his favouritist Professor yet, but he had to see how the man handled a crisis or a hysterical young female first. That was the real test. He looked over to see Tobias sleeping and eyed the choco-pot 'o gold on the Pufferton's desk as he removed the last jumper and gloves.

Oi.

Seriously, Layla was on the verge of simply shoving the oldies out of her way. They were way too young to be moving so slowly, plus she was now getting to class later than usual thanks to getting behind them all the time. When were they going to find a cure for this?

Finally, she reached the Astronomy classroom, after sneakily speed-walking past a granny. And found the room to be oddly warm. Like, she would normally be wearing a tank top, shorts and flip-flops instead of her uniform warmth. Yikes. She quickly greeted the professor with a "Good evening," and found herself a seat, making herself as comfortable as possible.

Could she take her outer robes off now?

The good thing about being a Ravenclaw was that they were already so close to the Astronomy tower. Hi, Astronomy tower. Hi, professor person. Hi... people. Mo patted himself down in the doorway instead of using the missing roller, and when he decided he was as clean as he could be, he entered the room.

And dropped into the closest seat. Merlin. "Hullo, Professor. The air is awfully thin up this high, isn't it?" It was. No denying it, either.

Hobble hobble....grumble grumble.

There was just too much walking being done and it was certainly more noticeable nowadays. Or most of the school term this year definitely. Benny was just not having it and being happy about it. The next move that came to mind was just using his broom to fly everywhere. If only that would be allowed, though Benny had the feeling it would be highly frowned upon even with a good excuse like not being able to walk the long distances, or any distance for that matter, without some form of pain or discomfort.

Hooray at least for being back to their actual classroom. No robes or safety googles, just comfort and familiarity and the Gryffindor moved to head over to where he had spotted Adi. "Hello Professor," he greeted as he hobbled closer to his friend, stopping short as he realized they didn't have their solar systems. Instead there was a small bucket of what appeared to be gold coins. Interesting...confusing but interesting. "Hey..." he said to the Hufflepuff as he eased himself down into his seat. It was then when he looked up that he managed a better look at Flamstead and noticed the glass boxes nearby.

Phew...they were safe.

Hold his own gold coin between his bony figures, the professor held it so close to his face that the tip of his nose was pressed against the shiny foil as he tried to find an edge so he could peal off part of the cover and enjoy its contents. It wasn't stewed prunes, but it would have to do.

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Bay finally made it to the door.. phew he was really tired today.. as soon as he opened the door he was hit with a warm wave of heat… ughhhh why was it so hot… Bay started to take off his scarf and mittens… he had to wear them a lot lately.. and yup there goes the hat.. leaving Bay's hair all messy.. seeing the professor he said hello "Good Morning Professor" as he was stuffing his things in his bag..

Looking up at the Gryffindor's greeting, he raised an eyebrow at the young, er, old, er, whatever term applied to the present situation man. Morning? "Sleep the entire day away have you, Mr. Bay?" he asked with an inquisitive stare.

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"Hello Professor," he said politely as he entered, despite his misgivings about the professor being able to control his bodily functions, and walked over to his desk. Right. Lets get this over with...

Ah, Mr. Rain on the Parade Snake was here. The astronomer was sure that the boy was just in denial about the hilarity that was the pull my finger gag and would have loved to see the Headmistress all flustered and flapping her flabby arms like a chicken. "Evening, Mr. Newell."

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"Hello Professor," she said with a wave. "Great thought on using the heating spells, it's a relief," she shot him a warm smile and then shuffled back to her seat.

"Hello, Miss Hedge," he smiled at the Gryffindor. "Unusually cold March we are having, don't you think?" At least he didn't remember last year being quite this cold and miserable.

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Walking up to him, Sander smiled and nodded on greeting,"Hello Professor," then he walked over to his desk glancing over to various glass containers containing the solar systems they had all made. Sitting down next to Tessa and Bay, he smiled at both of them.

"Evening, Mr. Strand," he nodded towards the Hufflepuff as he entered.

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"Hallo, Professor!'' He smiled innocently and hobbled off to his seat. Were these chocolates? Adi eyed them suspiciously and then did the same to Flamsteed. Was this a trick or genuine? He wasn't going to eat any before he found out.

Good. This one had learned his lesson. Now the professor could retire with a clear conscious. Or something like that.

Retire....that wasn't too bad an idea considering the state of things.

"Hello, Mr. Rehman."

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Finally giving up the Gryffindor burst into the room. "I tried Professor! I really did! I looked everywhere but I can't find the lint roller and I don't wanna get thrown in detention for tracking lint into the room!" That went in place of the standard greeting because this was serious business here. One of the people already present must have snatched it so everyone else would look bad and possibly lose points. She was willing to blame the Slytherin....or no, the Puffers, she was on to them.

"Can I stay just this one time with all the lint? It won't clog up your windpipes and kill you slowly, honest. I'll keep it on my robe." And a solemn nod, she meant business--were those...CHOCOCLATE???? Chocolate for the people allowed to stay.

Lex gave the Professor pathetic looks because if she got kicked out, she at least wanted to be kicked out with the chocolate, okay??

Attention back on the foil, he was back to squinting and trying to find a seem when Miss Cambridge alerted him to some VERY tragic news. "EEEEEEEH?!" he asked as he leaned his right ear towards the prefect. "Gone? Rubbish! I put it out there....er....the other day." Hadn't he?

Blue eyes back on Miss Cambridge, he blinked at her a few times before registering her words. "Of course you can stay, Miss Cambridge." As for the killing him slowly with lint, well, he wouldn't comment on this out loud. But a little lint was the least of his concerns at the moment.

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"Hi Professor." Ask about the stars." How did you get the stars up there? Are they real? They would look really cool as a room decoration." Okay, so she was kind of rambling. But she always did that. It was something of a habit for her to prattle on when she got comfortable somewhere. She remembered the first lesson when she barely even talked unless to answer a question. It was fun talking more. It really was.

Blasted wrapper...now where had he put his wand so he could just banish the stupid golden stuff...

Stars? Was she trying to tell a joke? "Stars DO tend to come out at night, Miss Winters," he said, giving his nose a quick tap with his index finger. "However, muggles do have some nifty glow in the dark stars and planets that you can put on the ceiling of your room. I had some as a boy, enough to recreate all of the official 88 constellations. Of course, given the small space that was my ceiling, I had to take some creative liberties in order to fit them all, but I tried to maintain some accuracy."

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When he was settled, Tobias offered Airey a good-natured wave by way of greeting. He noted the chocolates on the desk and smiled at the gesture, but figured he'd maybe save it 'til later. In his old age, Toby still had a liking for sweets, but he was very conscious of the health implications. If he rationed them, Tobias could have a chocolate every few days after supper, as a special treat. In fact, he had a strong urge to find himself a tartan tin to keep sweet things in for the future. With that thought in mind, Tobias began to set up his note taking things for the class.

Except... it was quite warm in here...

... in fact, it was very difficult... to not... doze...

... zzzzZZZZZZzzzZZZzzzzz...

Returning the wave from Mr. Tempus, the astronomer continued to struggle with his coin and was about to opt to just gnaw through the foil and suck the chocolate out through the hole that his teeth would hopefully create when he noticed....the Hufflepuff was sleeping?

"Will someone please wake up Mr. Tempus? Bonus points for creativity!" he called out. He would do it himself, but he could hardly stand up and he wasn't too sure where his wand was at the moment.

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Shrug. Alec pushed open the door and was immediately hit by a wave of warm air. Ah! That was a lot better than that cold outside. The boy started taking off his scarf as he ambled his way over towards a spare desk. "Hello Professor!" he called, shooting the man a smile before looking down at--

... Chocolate? They got chocolate?

Forget the chocolate, for now at least. The astronomer was suddenly hit with a brick wall of emotions, figuratively smashing in his nose which was why his eyes were perhaps looking a bit misty.

"Evening, Mr. Summers," he managed to smile back at the boy. Just gotta rub something out of his eye here...give him a moment.... "Find something interesting?"

Heh. Find. Chocolate. Heh.

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When Lux walked inside the classroom, she was hit with a blow of heat so strong. What on earth was going on. Feeling that she should have worn lighter clothes despite it being night time, she made her way over to where her Bay, Tessa, and Sander were before taking a seat. "Hey, guys!" Fanning herself because it was so hot, she looked over to the Professor. "Hello, Professor Flamsteed. How are you tonight?"

Why was there gold on her desk? Raising her brow, she did not touch it, but instead waited for some sort of explanation.

"Good evening, Miss Carrington," he waved to the young lady. "I'm alive." That was the important thing, yes? He was beginning to wonder given the current state of things.

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"Excuse me Professor," Justine said, raising up her hand in the air as she spoke, she still wasn't used to most of the rules here at Hogwarts but she certainly remembered to raise her hand while speaking. It was the polite thing after all. "Are zees for us?" The girl asked, eyeing the gold wearily. Justine was beginning to distrust everything in this school.

It was hard not to be paranoid when everyone around you was becoming older, and older without any explanation.

Turning his attention to the Ravenclaw with her hand raised, he nodded his head several times, gave her a thumbs up, and then spoke. "They certainly are." And there would be a brief explanation as to why in a little.

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ARE YOU KIDDING ME??! She stopped in front of a desk and just staaaared at the golden coins held by that...er, let's say recipient, because she didn't want to say it. It honestly resembled a little pot of gold, like the ones you're supposed to find at the end of a rainbooooooooooow??? SO WHY EXACTLY WAS THIS HERE???

Apparently the SUN wasn't ENOUGH.

Lotus just staaaaared at the desk. Still not sitting, of course.

Attention drawn back to the chocolate, he grinned at the sweet when he spotted his way in. A tiny little tear in the foil that if he could just get his fingers to pinch and tug then he could finally...

What was wrong with Miss Wisteria? "If you are allergic or have xocolataphobia, Miss Wisteria, it is easy enough to banish the sweets."

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Ugh. She was exhausted but the warm classroom made up for some of it. Snuggling her robe tighter around her, Beverly limped her way to a desk, greeting the professor in the process. "Hi, Professor Airey." He was still old. No cure yet. Damn.

"Hello, Miss Wayne," he greeted the Slytherin. Any boy foxes steal her heart yet?

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The missing lint roller wasn't noticed because that would have required remembering such a thing was meant to be there for use and Ella didn't. So she slowly made her way over to the nearest seat and eased herself down, wincing slightly when her bottom hit the seat. Uncomfortable, this chair was. "Hello, Sir!" Was he awake over there? And was this chocolate cauldron of coins for her? Merlin, was the man trying to rot her teeth? Or perhaps Leprechaun Tag had been here earlier and given everyone a little surprise. Now if only there was a rainbow nearby.

...What class was this again?

Sweet solstice. That misty eye sensation was back and the professor got back to getting that piece of uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh lint. YES LINT! Rubbing that piece of lint out of his eye.

"Good evening, Miss Ella," he smiled at the Head Girl.

Blasted lint.

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"Professor, I'm dying." Cue puppy eyes. Alice thought she probably looked even worse than Aireyhead, and that was SAYING something. She didn't even register the chocolate.

For the umpteenth time in recent weeks, Airey was clutching his chest thanks to Miss Fischer. Really, it was a wonder she hadn't given him a heart attack - especially after that confession of love in his office.

Awkward.

Probably looking as though he were about to keel over and die, his brain got moving and logic kicked it. "You are not dying, Miss Fischer. You wear red AND have a badge. You will not fall victim to red shirting in my classroom."

Besides, didn't students know there was NO snogging OR DYING in Astronomy? Perhaps he should make a small amendment to his rules.

"Have some chocolate. It helps. It really helps." Cue some pointing towards the pot of gold on her desk.

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Now this class was alway fun. Too bad it was the last lesson of the semester. But he suddenly felt very tired today for some reason. He even had pain in his joints he never felt before. He was limping to class because of how much his knees hurt. As he made his way into the classroom, he noticed the professor. He tried to give him a reassuring smile, but he think it failed. "Hey Professor..." he said. Then he limped to the middle desk and sat down.

"Hello, Mr. Lecium," he nodded towards the Hufflepuff. "You may want to see about getting yourself a cane. Plenty of sticks on the ground I am sure you could use. Or a bed post from your common room. Works wonders in a pinch."

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"Flameo Hotman!"

Nigel was pretty sure Flamsteed could not hear him. So he took a seat at the edge of the semi circle because that was the best place to sit of course. But what was this little present on his desk. Well it was probably leprechaun gold anyway.

He was feeling pessimistic today.

Yep. Couldn't hear that greeting at all. Left hear had been facing Mr. Barrington as he and entered and shouted...whatever that was at the professor. He did manage to turn around just as the prefect took his seat and Airey grinned at the boy.

Should ask him to do some more of his stand up today at the end of the lesson perhaps.

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Once he had finally made it to the classroom right by the door was a lint roller. What was that for? He wasn't sure. He shrugged and used it anyway. He walked right into the classroom. Man it felt so good to be there. Warm. Whoopi! But again not jumping for joy. He walked by Flamstreed " Good day, sir..... Professor." Was it day? or tonight? He couldn't remember or even tell for that matter. He shuffled his feet around the seats and plopped down in one, bones cracking as he did.

CURSE YOU LINT!

"Greetings, Mr. Romalotti," he said to the seventh year with a slightly quibbling chin.

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The first thing the little Slyth noticed was the warmth, having always been sensitive to the chill he carefully took a seat and began to shed layers upon layers of of clothing as a snake might shed it's skin. That is to say, slowly and in an almost peeling manner. "Good evening, Professor Flamsteed." He greeted cheerfully in a voice too old to have sprang from a boy of 12.

"Evening to you too, Mr. Mordaunt," Airey saluted the Slytherin.

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Originally Posted by lazykitty

She quickly greeted the professor with a "Good evening," and found herself a seat, making herself as comfortable as possible.

"Good evening," he replied, giving the young woman a polite nod.

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

And dropped into the closest seat. Merlin. "Hullo, Professor. The air is awfully thin up this high, isn't it?" It was. No denying it, either.

"Hello, Mr. Branxton. Thin? We are not that high in the Earth's atmosphere for the air to feel thin. I am sure you fly higher on your broom than this tower during quidditch."

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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline

Hooray at least for being back to their actual classroom. No robes or safety googles, just comfort and familiarity and the Gryffindor moved to head over to where he had spotted Adi. "Hello Professor," he greeted as he hobbled closer to his friend, stopping short as he realized they didn't have their solar systems.

"Hello, Mr. Atreyu," Airey waved to the boy. The motion caused his sleeve to roll down a bit, exposing his sundial watch, and his eyes widened. Well, they narrowed at first so he could actually read what it said, but then they definitely widened.

Sweet solstice it was time to get started!

"GOOD. EVENING. EVERY. ONE. AND. WELCOME. BACK. TO. ASTRONOMY. NOT. TO. BE. CONFUSED. WITH. ASTROLOGY!" he announced, stopping at the end of each word in a Captain Kirk sort of fashion. "And a very HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY TO YOU ALL! My mother's side of the family always left us little pots of gold covered chocolates by our beds each year to celebrate AND, in case you were not aware of the study, there is some scientific evidence that chocolate can actually help the, er, elderly brains healthy by increasing blood flow to the brain and improving the memories. So please, eat up as we progress through this evening's lesson." He still needed to get his OPEN, but the sucking idea was becoming more and more appealing by the second.

"Today we will be focusing our discussion around planets and their formations and you will be making one last addition to your solar systems," he continued with a shaky gesture towards all of the glass boxes. "But first, textbooks away and use your noggins. In your own words, how would you define a planet?"

OOC: CLASS HAS OFFICIALLY STARTED!

Class will resume at least 12 hours from now.

What was a planet? That was an easy question! Caleb smiled to himself and stuck his hand in the air. "A planet is a mass that orbits around the sun. I think it has to be pretty large to be considered a planet, and if it's too small it's considered a dwarf planet or something smaller," he said. What was smaller than a dwarf planet? He wasn't sure.