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the Office of Professor Flamsteed Perhaps the first thing you notice as you enter Professor Flamsteed's office is that it is...clean. Ridiculously clean. While he is not exactly obsessive compulsive about cleanliness, Professor Flamsteed highly values organization and keeps everything in a specific location. Needless to say, if one of his quills is at an odd angle ... he will notice. The wood cabinets above his desk are filled with all sorts of reference books on all branches astronomy on the left side while the right side is filled with works of muggle science fiction ranging from Douglas Adams to H.G. Wells to Robert Heinlein and everyone in between. His desk is mostly empty except for some black accents and a comfortable looking pink pillow where the professor's pet rock, Pebbles, is currently resting. Beside this is a plant in a unique looking planter. |
SPOILER!!: Airey and Toby :3 Lex hadn't gotten very far with her magazine flipping when she heard footsteps, the kind that were moving faster than a walk. Oh? Glancing up she spotted Toby...panting like he'd run a marathon before flopping into the seat next to hers. Make no mistake, she was about to ask where the rabid chimaera was but then him sitting and greeting her so casually told her to wipe any hope of danger from her mind and with a bit of reluctance, she did. "Hey." Her gaze fell on his fingers as he tapped to an invisible beat. "Had any sweets since morning?" Juuuuust curious Mr. Restless. Not to say it was a bad thing, not at all. It suited him as much as it suited her. In the next instant the door was opening. So he WAS in, good. Though now that she had Toby for company she wouldn't have minded if she'd have to wait. Least it wasn't one of those people she couldn't stand. "Hello Professor...." Her head tilted to the side at this latter part of his greeting. Things to discuss? She thought she was here about a zombie arm. What's more they were things that involved Toby too? What? Lex shot the Hufflepuff a questioning look, figuring he might know what the Astronomer was on about before hauling herself up and heading inside. Yeah, she was all ears. Consider her curious. |
Text Cut: Bad Flamma-Jamma! <3 Tea? Cutty liked tea. "I'd love a cuppa. Thank you, Professor Flamsteed." Yes. And it was a good opportunity to see just how much trust mattered to Airey Flamsteed. Work on their Student-Professor realtionship a bit. Upon entering the office space of one, Airey Leighton Flamsteed, Cutty took a moment to look around the office. Meticulous. It suggested a sort of formal training. Naval, perhaps? But it didn't seem very likely based upon Flamsteed's slighter-side physique. Maybe it was the product of socialization, or even a lack of exactly that. With the Professor's level of intelligence, Cutty would be very surprised if he had any friends at all. No one relates. Oooh, books! Cutty's eyes darted toward the wood cabinets behind the Professor's desk and read the spines of each of the books. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, h'mm? Cutty hadn't heard of it, but it sounded promising. Space would probably be a good storing place for one's valuables. Better than a vault at Gringotts, really, which the Goblin's kept refusing to give him without his parent present. And, if that book promised to learn him how to go about in the galaxy that was promising. Cutty had only read a handful of Muggle books in his lifetime, and those were met with mixed results as he now thought that James Bond was a real person who'd lived and worked for the muggle government as a covert operative over a century ago. Shortly before moving over to the black frames with the child-like drawings in them, then over to the be-wigged rock sitting upon a pink pillow exuding happiness to the space around her. That was the final resting place for Cutty's sight. It was like looking into the man's soul. |
hit me on twitter if i keep u waiting like this again o_o SPOILER!!: Airey and Lexxxxxxxxxx "Sweets?" Tap tap tappedy tap. "Nah. Not yet, anyway." Gosh, get sugar in this kid and he'd be bouncing off the WALLS. Probably literally. Anything was possible at Hogwarts. Before they could really get a conversation going though, Airey had opened up the door. Toby sprang right up to his feet again with a grin and gave the man a cheerful salute right back. He shrugged at Alexa's look, not knowing what they were here for any more than she did, apparently, and followed her into the office with the usual spring in his step. He spared the usual moment or two to look around the office, though it hadn't really changed much since he was last here. This was definitely still one of his favourites. "So what's up, Professor A?" A for Airey, obviously. Toby was about to ask if perhaps he needed them to do a top secret job, but before he'd even opened his mouth, he saw... was that a FERRET? WHAAAAAAT. THAT WAS SO AWESOME. Tobias was STRAIGHT over there, looking utterly besotted with the creature already. "So cuuuuute." |
SPOILER!!: Alexa & Toby! Grabbing one of the chairs in front of his desk, the professor rolled it in front of the coffee table in front of the sofa and sat down. No need for the typical formalities of sitting at a desk today, even if the topics to be covered we a bit formal in nature. Oh well. His desk would get rather crowded with three tea cups anyway. Coffee table was much better suited for this sort of thing. "Why don't you two take a seat on the sofa," he said while gesturing towards it with his one hand. "You may take Hershel out if you like, Mr. Tempus. I have not groomed him yet today, so if you would be so kind as to do that it would be much appreciated." And then he summoned a lint roller, labeled HERSHEL'S GROOMING APPARATUS, and handed it to the Hufflepuff. "Tea or hot chocolate?" SPOILER!!: OMG Cutty XD Closing the door behind them, Airey summoned two white porcelain cups with a line of gold paint around the rim and white tea pot which he quickly charmed full with water and heated it after putting his favorite blend of tea (really more the tea of the moment) into the pot and allowed it to steep as his icy blue eyes fell on the young man. Sitting down at his desk, the professor pulled a piece of parchment out of the top drawer and set it down in front of him. Catching where the Slytherin was looking, his expression softened ever so slightly. Pebbles WAS a rather fascinating subject. Not every day that one saw an honest to goodness pet rock, you know? "Pebbles," he offered. "My pet rock." Seeing as this was perhaps the first time the boy had been properly in her presence. |
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Cutty's eyes remained upon the somehow feminine rock, and found it eerie how he regarded it as feminine. Did Professor Flamsteed want him to say hello to the rock? Was that what was going on here? Cutty swallowed. "Hi, Pebbles." He said really fast remembering the dance class where he'd met Professor Flamsteed for the first time. He was socially speaking prone to loud & oddly placed bursts of enthusiasm. Hufflepuff? No, the men were more inclined toward mellow temperament as per Cutty's observance of Alec Summers & Tobias Tempus. Gryffindor. In an almost cautious manner, the Slytherin boy took a seat in the black leather chairs and listened as it made a squeezed rubber-like sound. He took in the sight of Airey Leighton Flamsteed and for a moment felt something like intimidation by both his physical size and his intellect. How old was the Professor? There weren't many visible wrinkles or creases about his face, which to Cutty indicated that the professor must've been a high achiever in school as well to have earned such credit amongst his colleagues & gotten published. And he was tall, TALLER even than Cutty's uncle. If he wanted to, he could probably fling Cutty right out the window of the tower and no one would ever know what happened. He failed to make the correlation between this thought and earlier ones he'd had of doing something quite similar to Fern Quimbley. "You asked me to come to your office, Sir. To serve out my detention." He took up the teacup and brought it too his mouth and did not drink as it was too hot. He, instead, rested it in his hands above his lap where it tapped against the spool of floss. "I've brought the floss and the toothbrush. I see that what I did was wrong and I'm ready to repent for it, Sir." Did he rehearse this? |
SPOILER!!: You twooo ^^ The shrug told her Toby didn't know about this anymore than she did. Kinda comforting, really, knowing she wasn't the only one going in blind. Saved her from wondering why everyone seemed to know things in this place but her. Ah well. She stood by Toby, watching the Professor pull a chair over to the sofa. No desk then? Cool, if not more of an interest peeker. Her attention only shifted after Toby's cooing? Huh? What? She looked about the room, wondering if she'd missed anything. That's when she spotted it. A ferret!! "Awwwww! Jun has one of those. You should talk to him if," wait for it, the Professor had said a name, "Hershel ever gets to wanting friends of the more...erm...animated variety." No offense Pebbles, you were still an epic and slightly concerning pet. The Gryffindor flopped into the couch. In all her visits here she'd never sat in it. It was always the desk. "Hot chocolate please." Now that he'd offered she figured she could go for some. "Do you have any marshmallows you could maybe throw into while you're at it?" |
SPOILER!!: Outside So, no 'sir's, no apologies. Got that. Leah really wanted to look good in front of teachers. She had actually heard rumors about Professor Flamsteed being weird, but he really seemed fine and nice. The second year decided to not reply as the professor frowned, not only because it was not really a question, but she did not have a reasonable answer to that too. Luckily, he did not ask more and invited her in. Yeah! A pause. "Wait, you have a ferret?" She said as she stepped in and.. there was a cutelittleferret! It was the first thing she noticed, and as she looked around, it was not difficult to find out that the office was VERY clean. Meh, not quite her style. Leah nervously sat down on the sofa. |
SPOILER!!: YOU GUYS Hershel? Toby knew that name. Remembered it quite vividly from one of the Astronomy lessons in his first year at Hogwarts. It just made him grin all the wider as he pulled open the little door of the last cage and reached inside. First he waited to make sure Hershel didn't mind his presence, and then he scooped the creature up and held him in his arms, beaming still wider and wider. "He's adorable," Tobias said quite matter-of-factly, as he headed over to sit on the sofa with Lex, and took the lint roller from Airey. "Hot chocolate sounds perfect, thanks!" And then he got to work with the grooming, because hello adorable little thing. Toby had actually all but forgotten about trying to think of what they were there to talk about, because FERRET. |
SPOILER!!: Cutty! I laughed way too much at the Scary Airey XD Giving the young man an appreciative smile at his greeting to the rock, his attention was briefly drawn back to the parchment on his desk and he unfolded it before looking back up at the boy. "I did," he nodded. "But not to serve your detention. Not yet at least." If at all now that he had had an entire summer to reflect on things and use more of his noggin rather than the senile old man emotions that had triggered the whole detention giving in the first place. "Are you aware, Mr. Mordaunt, that your mother owled me over the summer?" he asked while passing the very parchment to the boy. You know, in case he wanted to read it. Seemed the sensible thing to do. Eyes still on the young man, he gave his wand a flick towards the two teacups and the teapot to serve the pair of them. "Sugar or milk?" Quote:
Walking towards his desk, Airey pulled open one of the drawers and flipped through a few of the files while he looked for a few specific things. "So, tell me, Miss Abbott, why the change of heart this term?" SPOILER!!: hot chocolate drinkers <33 Jun? Airey turned his attention towards Miss Cambridge briefly before it hit him just who she was referring to. Ah yes, the boy toy. Or, er, the not boy toy. "Two hot chocolates it is then," he grinned and flicked his wand to make it so. "I do indeed, Miss Cambridge. I would ask how many to add to your cup, but I assume it would be better to just hand you the bag and let you handle that yourself." Being on a bit of a schmoes kick meant that he had a stash of marshmallows on hand - although he was starting to get a little tired of the same sort of flavor. He ought to head to a sweets shop and see what other varieties of flavor there were. Setting two hot chocolates on the coffee table, and handing Miss Cambridge the bag of marshmallows, he sat down opposite of the two and rested his elbows on his knees. "Suppose I should just get to it then," he mused as he watched Mr. Tempus groom Hershel. "Mr. Tempus, Professor Romanos and I have discussed the matter and would like offer you the opportunity to step up and be the Yearbook's Managing Editor, meaning you will be working closely with Miss Tambling-Goggin." He paused and looked back and forth between the two students. "And...as your first act, I would like you to recruit Miss Cambridge to join the staff." TADA! He was going to just blow quietly on his tea and take a few sips while all this processed. |
Text Cut: He's downright frightening when he's calm. IT'S UNNATURAL! So he wasn't going to do his detention? Oh. Not yet. Professor Flamsteed wanted to prolong this. The prospect of which Cutty thought of as an opportunity not worth wasting. How many people got Airey Flamsteed all to themselves? What? His mother had contacted his teacher??! He was already not at all fond of his mother at the moment for buying a wand and having him wear his old ill-fitting robes, but also for making him go and see a healer and take that stupid potion. Now she was making an even bigger deal about this. Merlin. What if they conversed and got along well. Or worse. The boy collected himself, which was something he now found easier to do with the prescriptive potion running through his veins. "No." he said with a shake of his head. "She failed to mention it." His still small hands reached out for the parchment and he read it over the first line jumping at him as he saw again what his own mother thought of him. A nuisance. And a pain in the backside. He might've been hurt by this, but he shrugged it off as that's just what his mother did. So quick to apologize for his behaviour like he was doing something bad or ...like he was something bad. She was weak like that. He sighed once and put the parchment down, having read it, in it's entirety. "Two sugars." He said, speaking clearly. "No milk, please." What did Flamsteed have in mind if not his detention, then? |
SPOILER!!: Professor Flamsteed Eeep, the ferret was now at her legs! Leah squealed and jumped back, but managed to bend down slightly and give the animal a little pat before it fled away. Last summer? That was when she got her two pets! The second year smiled at the coincidence. "Did you like your toad, Professor? Toads and ferrets are quite different, after all, which one do you prefer?" Eh, having a magizoologist for a father affected her a lot. She also noted how the professor said proper pet. Hmm. The girl watched as Professor Flamsteed looked through some files. She was very sure they had nothing to do with her, he could not have gotten information about her, she was not in his class before, and he would not go to other professors looking for information about her, she was only a normal second year, but didn't professors look through files and stuff about students when meeting them? Leah shook her head and the thoughts drifted away like cloud. "Because I was very not interested in studying last term." she answered to the professor's question truthfully. "I am now. I think. I realized the importance of taking classes and doing homework." Leah felt herself growing.. old, which reminded her of the aging disease thing of last term. |
SPOILER!!: Professor and Recruiter! There was no denying it, that ferret was adorable, legit and Toby was doing a bang up job grooming him. It was while watching him get brushed that she realized she really would have to start leaving Felix when she came to see the Professor. He.....liked ferrets....and not in a way the Professor could appreciate. She could see herself AND her kneazle being thrown in the dungeons if certain unfortunate things were to happen. And there was the grand idea right there! Let her have the bag and throw herself into a sugar coma with all the marshmallows she was prepared to have. This was why Airey was one of her favourites. He totally got her. "Thanks Professor!" Along with a wide grin as he placed one of the cups before her then handed her the bag. The idea was to fit as many as possible into the cup before the hot chocolate started over-flowing. Challenge accepted. Lex picked up her cup and added the first of many while her hazel eyes settled on the Professor. What was he meant to get right into? Oh but he was addressing Toby. Right. She added a next and a next, summoning a spoon from the Professor's desk to shove them into the hot chocolate as the man went one about Managers and stuff. Lookit Kitty!Tobias gettin' himself a promotion, n'awwwww--why was the Professor looking at her like that? If he expected her to stop stuffing her hot chocolate then he'd be sorely disappointed because there was still room for MOAR. Lex had reached for another and was shoving it into the cup as well when the last bit caught her ears causing her to shove a little too hard on the spoon and have the hot chocolate spilling a bit on her robes. Ugh. She'd clean it in a bit, such a waste too, but for now, her eyes shifted between the two, settling on the Professor. "What?" |
Dani, I'm gonna wait for Felix to come back and post <3 SPOILER!!: LOOOOOOOOOOL *wheezes* *initiates Vulcan mind meld* *wheezes again because of the pictures* Elbows on his desk, the professor rested his chin on his knuckles and watched as the boy read the letter over. In all honesty, the man was scrutinizing over the boy's every movement like he were some sort of experiment in human behavior. His own mother had written the Headmistress when he had been expelled - a letter that he had never seen mind you - but he was 97.4% positive that she had not been so judgmental with her wording. Nodding, he plopped two sugars into the cup, set a small spoon down on the saucer, and slid it all across the top of his desk to the boy. No reaction from the letter? Interesting, although just as well. They were only words. "I realized, Mr. Mordaunt from reading over that letter that I may have been judging my detention giving on some rather illogical reasons," he said after a few awkward moments of silence. "You did not slip me nor trick me into drinking any of the polyjuice potion you brewed." Not that he could recall anyway. He HAD been old and senile at the time. "So my decision to give you once in the first place was based on my own folly." Taking the letter back, he gave it a once glance over before chuckling rather loudly and, perhaps, a little inappropriately given the tension in the air. "Did you really shave her pygmy puff?" Quote:
"He was a good companion. Passed him off to a younger student when I graduated," he nodded as he pulled out what he was looking for and duplicated it with a wave of his wand. After returning the original to his desk drawer, he walked back over to where she was sitting. "Here, the coursework from last term along with any examinations and quizzes I gave to students over the term." Sure, it was all things covered in the textbook if she wanted to read it cover to cover, but this way she could be sure to know the things that he expected her classmates to have known. Made for an even playing field on the road to discovery. "Ah, found your spark did you?" he chuckled. He had struggled with that quite a bit as a student. All the way through seventh year as a matter of fact. Although some subjects just never took off for him. "Just remember that knowledge is power and the more you know the more you are empowering yourself." But she had had some questions for him, yes? He had, er, already forgotten those. Distracted by the ferret. "You mentioned you had some specific questions for me?" |
Looking around the office, Penelope noticed a rock on a pillow. "Is that your pet rock, professor?" Penelope asked. There was also a ferret. Penelope was not afraid of ferrets, but she was unsure about ferrets because they did not have them in California, where she had lived for most of her life. "I would love tea. Thank you, professor," Penelope said. |
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Later. Perhaps once he was done speaking with the Ravenclaw. "I hope you don't mind Earl Grey tea. I've rediscovered my fondness for it recently," he boasted as he summoned his teapot and two cups and levitated them over to his desk. If it wasn't her cup of tea ( ho ho punny!) he could always offer her something else. "Please, have a seat," he continued, gesturing towards the seat opposite his as he sat down. |
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She entered the office and smiled at the familiarity. She gave a little wave over to Herschel. Addi went and took a seat and pulled out the goodie filled container. "I tried a couple new recipes this time, so you'll have to tell me how they taste." She opened the container revealing an assortment of cookies and brownies. |
Text Cut: *Mind melds with you because we might as well at this point. I mean I never feel like I have to explain my art to you, Warren.* <3 Cutty was panicking. He was panicking because his paranoid and sociopathic brain was interpreting this harsh criticism as his own mother conspiring against him. This meant a lot of different things to him, but mostly it meant that he'd be sending an owl, no a howler, home to her. How DARE she embarrass him in front of the accomplished Professor Flamsteed!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes. That was what he'd say in his howler. Cutty was pulled out of his revery on revenge by the words of TAPF. Wot? He wasn't giving him the detention because of the things his mother's owl said? Ummu! (Mommy!) ^_______________________^ Oh, how clever, how lovely, how beautiful did he find his mother now thinking this had been her hidden intention all along. "'Course I didn't." He said, calmly confirming the overall picture Professor Flamsteed seemed to have on the situation. "And even if I had wanted to trick yer, well, I'm only thirteen. Not a published scholar." Gryffindor, right? "I mean, who do you think's gonna coom out on the better end of that one in tehrms of who's smarter?" Rhetorical, of course. "I only wanted to test my idea." TAPF took the letter back and Cutty's eyes darted toward the telephone booth, which he now realized was a habitat for some creature or another, that Cutty could not see. This must have been the Professor's ferret that he spoke of before. The one that may or may not have chewed a hole into the Professor's favourite red tie. "Yes." he nodded, thinking he was in the presence of an animal-lover. "She was black and dark purple underneath." In case the Professor was wondering. |
i am so sorry this took soooooo long >< SPOILER!!: u guys Tobias was still pretty much transfixed by Hershel, and went on grooming the little ferret, occasionally switching to stroking the little creatures soft hair as well. As such, he wasn't fully aware of the hot chocolate until Airey spoke again, and Toby looked up. The Hufflepuff reached for the mug with his free hand, making sure that the ickle ferret wasn't directly under the mug or anything when he drank, just in case it spilled. Oh man, that hot chocolate was goooooooooood. He'd taken a sip and set the mug down again when Airey made his proposal. A proposal which sort of stunned Toby. "Managing Editor? Really?" He grinned at the man, and nodded his head. "I can do that, sure!" Ooooh, recruit Alexa? He could do that. Tobias fidgeted slightly on the sofa so he was facing Alexa a little better. He resumed his petting of little Hershel and addressed the Gryffindor prefect with enthusiasm. "So how about it, Alexa? Wanna be the yearbook team?" |
SPOILER!!: Alexa and Toby! Wow. That was a lot of marshmallows in one cup. Made him think of a muggle party game he had read about in Muggle Campfire Games of the 20th Century he had picked up prior to the field trip to El Dorado. Hadn't gotten the chance to play it there, unfortunately, seeing as the nights around the campfire had been taken up by story telling and stargazing - not that he was complaining - so perhaps....they could play it now. Right here in his office. Once their official business was done that is. Which it seemed they were getting to now. Beaming that Mr. Tempus accepted his new position, he raised his tea cup towards the Hufflepuff. So raise your glass if you are wrong In all the right ways:music: Music sufficiently stuck in his head, the astronomer began to bop his head and roll his shoulders while he sipped on his tea, only somewhat paying attention to the remainder of the conversation between the two students. Quote:
"Ooooooooh, new recipes. I supposed I should get a glass of water then to drink between bites," he mused. He had seen that on some cooking shows he had watched on the muggle television. "I think I'll start with one of these brownies..." he continued as he reached in and plucked one from the box. " SPOILER!!: tehehehe keep calm and always mind meld *lacks witty banter feels right now* "Being a published scholar is hardly a mark of one's intelligence," Airey chuckled. Except in his case. He had read some real rubbish articles written by scholars in other fields of magic, some fields he thought were rubbish to begin with really, and no. Just no. Just about anyone could get their name in print these days. "But I thank you for the round about compliment, Mr. Mordaunt. I imagine someday I'll be reading something written by you." Especially if he continued to experiment in potions brewing. "Wonder if they all are that color," he wondered. He was curious, but not curious enough to go down and try himself. Going down to visit Javy on the grounds with all those creatures and their fur...no thank you. Not to mention that he was now even more reluctant to go visit the man. Seen too much already of certain things. Although.... It WOULD be an amusing prank for Javy to wake up one day and go to check on his creatures only to find that all the pygmy puffs had been shaved. Hmmm.... "You didn't bring any harm to the thing by shaving it, did you?" |
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She laughed lightly. "That's how I taste test myself." Because obviously she tested before giving them to other people. If she wouldn't eat them, she wouldn't expect others too. Doesn't mean she wouldn't appreciate input. "Good choice. They have caramel in them." |
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"Nar. She was perfectly fine. Her hair grew right back." So quickly in fact that Cutty could not even tell which end of the creature was the front side and which end was the back side. Maybe they all did that, or maybe his mother put a vanity spell on it. She was rather good with those and had taken to amassing a small collection of little bows for Jolie, for that was the animals name, to wear. "Why do you ask, Professor?" Cutty was doing his best to hide a certain air of...well, perhaps it was excitement. An intelligent man like Professor Flamsteed wouldn't have asked that for nothing, would he? Or perhaps he would. It did sort of come out of nowhere, the conversation about the red tie, but he had been old and addled then, hadn't he. |
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"So tell me, Miss Adams," he said between bites. "Other than appeasing my sweet tooth, what can I do for you?" Or was he just going to sit here and stuff his face? 'Cause he could totally do that. SPOILER!!: Cutty <3 and shhhhhhh it's fine :3 you're golden daaaaarling. And I think I am TOTALLY screwing with TL but shhhhhhhhh Airey rubbed the knuckles on his left hand with his right and smirked. "Well, I certainly hope that you do. Are you considering a career in Potions, Mr. Mordaunt? I know you are only a third year, but it's never too soon to start thinking about your options." Then again, he had sort of always known that he wanted to pursue a career in Astronomy from a young age. Oh even better. So the boy was somewhat diligent and careful when he performed this shaving. Which had really been his concern - that the Slytherin hadn't sashimi'd the creature or something. And the hair just grew back. Even better. AND ... he had tickled the young man's curiosity. "I am wondering, Mr. Mordaunt, if you would be willing to do me a favor. Help with a little friendly banter between myself and some other professors," he said as his persona took on that of some sort of criminal mastermind in muggle comic books. The ones that sort of hunched their shoulders as they rested their elbows on the desk and rubbed their hands together eagerly. He just needed the cryptic lighting for the full effect. "I promise I will make it worth your while." House points? Rare potions ingredients? Restricted section access? They could certainly strike a bargain here. Javy and Piers would be expecting Airey to show up, but a student... heh. |
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Ah. Now for the fun part and the real reason she was here. Addi bit her lip. "Well you might have noticed I missed about the first month or so of school." That was probably the best start because she would never miss one of his classes even if it wasn't her best subject. "Um...would you care for the long version or the short version?" Heck. She didn't even know if he'd want the whole version. Addi wasn't even sure she wanted to because of emotions, but she wanted her favorite professor to know. |
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Actually. Straw. That was so much better. Conjuring a straw, he sipped on the water as she spoke and raised a curious eyebrow. "I am willing to listen to whichever version you are willing to indulge me with, Miss Adams." True story. |
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