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sweetpinkpixie · #1 (**permalink**) 05-12-2014, 03:02 PM

Keep secret until this term, this room has served as a private get away and creative space for Professor Flamsteed. A grand piano sits in one corner of the room opposite an expansive bookshelf containing the remainder of his astronomy texts, science fiction novels, and other works of fiction and nonfiction the astronomer couldn't keep in his office. A few comfy chairs and one large sofa are strung about the room in what looks like a methodical manner with some sort of hidden meaning to their placement. By the door is a large white board that the professor uses to map out ideas and complicated theories related to his research. New to the lounge this term is a sign written in large bold red letters that reads: THIEVES BEWARE!

This space is open to student use, but the door to the room may vanish from time to time when the astronomer is inside and wish not be disturbed.

OOC: should your character decide to nick something from the lounge, the dominate hand of your character will transfigured into a ball!nub the moment an item reaches a threshold (either a window or a doorway). Just a flesh colored nub. Meanwhile, the other hand turns BRIGHT RED as you, you little thief, have been caught red handed!

feeheeheeny · 06-07-2015, 02:36 AM

Sophie thought that when OWLs were over, things would be easier. When she got the badge, she was even more certain that things were looking up and school would be even more fun than it had been before. She had to prepare for NEWTs already, yes, but she'd dropped two subjects, so there was less ground to cover and she could breathe a bit better. And even though turning seventeen had been a great highlight of her life, and she loved just knowing she could use magic outside of school now... well...

Life was throwing unexpected curveballs at her. Things could never be simple, could they?

There was just a whole lot to take in and process and, as much as she gained energy from being around others, sometimes... she just needed a little break. Like today, she was very keen on spending some time in solitude, and the best place she could think of to unwind and just think was this room.

Flamsteed was the best for having this little best kept secret, did he know? It might have been her favorite place in the whole school. Well... maybe top three.

Sophie sat down on the piano bench and... just sat there for a moment. She hadn't brought any sheet music with her today, as she was quite content to improvise and play around and just see what came to her, so she just remained still for a few long minutes while her mind moved at a million miles an hour. Tobes and Zander were primary topics, as were Tobes' family and his health and his attitude in general and how Zander had matured and grown over just the last few months...

Her thoughts stayed with the boys while her fingers began to lightly dance across the piano keys, subconsciously playing the song she played for Tobes in the same room last term, a thoughtful but mildly pleasant expression upon her face.

Totally zoned out.

WhittyBitty · 06-07-2015, 06:54 AM

It had been a while since she had visited the Innovation Lounge, so Lux thought this was a good time to change that.

Smiling to herself as she entered the room she was happy to see that nothing had changed; even the warning to thieves was intact. Lux had to wonder if anyone had actually stolen from Flammy before or if he was just paranoid. What ever the case, the punishment didn't seem pleasant or worth the risk. Plus stealing was wrong and mean.

Torn between the bookshelf and the piano, Lux settled on the latter. Taking a seat on the bench, she began playing random keys. Even though she wasn't an expert by any means, this was still fun.

sweetpinkpixie · 06-08-2015, 05:30 AM

SPOILER!!: Sophie!

Needing to get out of his office due to the vacant spot on the pillow on his desk where Pebbles usually resided was causing the man to spiral further down into despair - clearly his Vulcan meditations were doing diddly squat - he had decided to bring his book and tea to the Innovation Lounge instead. He would have opted for another cup of hot milk and tea, but he wanted to make a big dent in A Fire Upon the Deep and that particular beverage always made him sleepy. So, a crisp blend of something chai it was. The smell alone was enough to keep him awake.

Stepping into the room, Airey had to pause for a moment when the music reached his ears. He had not been expecting that and it made him purse his lips as he peered around the door.

"Good day, Miss Brown," he whispered as he tip toed over towards the sofa. Maybe she hadn't noticed and he could read to the music? Bit of a dramatic difference in tone between text and notes, however.

feeheeheeny · 06-08-2015, 07:51 AM

Text Cut: Cutieeeeeee

As she moved further into the song, Sophie's thoughts shifted to concerns other than boys, like how she so desperately wanted Ravenclaw to take home a cup before she graduated, and Gobstones this term gave her that hope. The topics of the school newspaper, yearbook, and the Daily Prophet also crept into her mind while her fingers spidered over the piano keys, and her expression turned a bit somber as she considered these thoughts.

And if Flamsteed hadn't whispered, she wouldn't have noticed his presence at all, but as soon as she heard the soft, raspy sort of noise, the deep thoughts of those things grew smaller in her eyes and her attention turned from the piano to the professor, but she didn't stop playing. "Hi," she whispered back, offering the man a very slight smile in greeting, but then turned her gaze once more back to the ebony and ivory keys under her fingers, fully intending to finish up her song.

He couldn't blame her for that, really, could he? Certainly he wouldn't mind if she finished up her song instead of making polite small talk. No, he was too wise a man to think she was being impolite. She was just going to keep playing.

And so she did.

Her melody came to an end about half a minute after Flamsteed's greeting and she let the final note ring out for a moment before turning her head to address him properly. "Professor?" she spoke delicately as her fingers started into a soft rendition of Fur Elise. She didn't want to disturb him - she assumed he wanted to relax, but her mouth was running before she could stop herself. "What d'you do t'make yourself feel better? And how d'you de-stress and unwind? Aside from reading." She assumed that was the motive behind what he was doing now, but... what else helped a man of great intellect? What kind of coping methods did someone like him use? She wanted to metaphorically take a page out of his book because... feeling bad and overwhelmed and being unsure of what to do about it was uncommon for Sophie Brown. She always knew what to do and who to go to in times of need. She always had a plan of action and knew just how to deal with things.

But this was different. And even though her eyes fell upon the piano keys once more as she continued playing softly, her attention stayed entirely honed in on what the professor had to say.

sweetpinkpixie · 06-08-2015, 10:35 PM

Not exactly flopping on to one of the sofas, but moving too clumsily to be considered sitting, the Astronomy professor relaxed into the fabric and flipped through his book to where he had left off in his office. Which had not been very far in, just a few pages really.

And it seemed as though he wouldn't be getting too far in his book despite his effort seeing as Miss Brown was speaking to him and he had read only a sentence or two. If he believed in such things as destiny, he would have taken this all as a sign that he just should not read this book. But seeing as he was a true man of science and found such notions rubbish, he was merely disappointed that he could not immerse himself in another world to distract him from the sorrows of this one.

What did he do to unwind? Airey eyed the book in his hand and was about to affectionately comment on the prefect's lack of observational skills when she made it clear that she meant other pastimes. "Well," he responded, his voice cracking a bit for reasons that were reflected in his sad eyes. "I go for walks and brisk jogs about the castle and grounds..." With Pebbles...who was GONE.

So thank you for that reminder, Miss Brown.

"But when I can't do that..." Like right NOW because Pebbles was MISSING. "...but I also find ironing my suits rather therapeutic and delve into some rigorous yoga every now and then as well." Of course, what he REALLY did in his free time was act out scenes from Star Trek with his collectible action figures. Ahem. "Robotics as well. And I do have an extensive collection of hand crafted mecha and spacecraft models... I find the best way to relax myself is to stimulate other regions of my brain."

There was his knitting as well, but he had retired his needles indefinitely.

"Why do you ask, Miss Brown? Studies getting the best of you?"

A slightly rhetorical question as he had never seen the Ravenclaw struggle with any material put in front of her.

feeheeheeny · 06-09-2015, 04:05 AM

Sophie continued to play the piano as Flamsteed responded to her question, keeping the music as soft and delicate as she could underneath his words. Jogs, yes, she already ran around the castle every morning, and she had no suits to iron... yoga was nice, as she'd learned from Romanos and Mo, but it was often difficult to be as zen as she needed to for that activity. Robotics and space models? Well... she had none of those, and she very well wouldn't have asked the professor if she could borrow his. She wasn't sure he would be willing to part with them even for a moment if she asked anyway.

So... none of those things sounded very promising to help her. Hobbies, though. That was a solid thing to go on. She had running, potions, wandlore, piano-playing, swimming in the prefects' bathroom... but what if none of those things helped? What if, even after doing those things, she still felt frazzled and overwhelmed? But... "Those seem like good things," she nodded, though she was lacking enthusiasm. Not out of rudeness or a lack of sincerity - she was just pretty spent, mentally and emotionally.

The question turned to her, then, and Sophie let out a short laugh. She knew far better than to express any sort of negative emotions in front of Flamsteed, so she chose to politely reply, "Never, professor. I've always got control of things." She had to - she was a student leader, Gobstones player, Quill writer, yearbook managing editor, aspiring wandmaker and potioneer, possibly the top of her class, and... an all-around people-person. There was no room to be less than extraordinary. She had to have a handle on things as to not let anyone down.

But she was fine. Totally fine. She had this. Life was a breeze.

Ahem.

"I was just wondering. For science." Pause. "Thanks for your input. S'much appreciated. Y'can go back to reading. Sorry." She had reached the quicker, more complex part of the song, and she gave the piano keys her full attention as her nimble fingers quickened to play the cheery, bright tune that made her think of a summer's day before she eventually returned to the famed slower main tune.

It also didn't matter that her love life was beyond complicated and the Daily Prophet was trying to make her look bad, nor that she was already feeling the pressure of NEWTs either. No. Everything would be fine for Sophie Brown.

It wasn't allowed to be any other way.

sweetpinkpixie · 06-09-2015, 02:44 PM

He certainly liked to think so, but one was naturally biased towards one's own decisions and hobbies. Peering over the top of his book, the astronomer observed the Ravenclaw for a moment with unjudging, but concerned, eyes. He could not pretend to be an expert on the matter - especially given that she was a Ravenclaw and those sorted there tended to make little sense to the man - but based upon past interactions with her, he was not buying her 'for science' reasoning. There was always a motive and purpose to Miss Brown's actions, and not because she just needed to tickle her curiosity.

Setting his book down on his chest, and trying to keep the somewhat relaxed atmosphere, remained in his half lying down position on the sofa. "Well, that is certainly stellar to hear," he said, generally speaking to everything she had just said. "I won't deny that I have been a bit...concerned about you recently, Miss Brown. Especially after reading that article in the Prophet..."

He trailed off, inviting her to speak or ignore the breach of the subject. Whichever she preferred. He was not a pusher when it came to such matters, typically, but he could show his Gryffindor level protectiveness when students - those of his house and not - were falsely attacked. At least, he hoped this was a false attack. His interactions with Sabel thus far seemed to indicate as much.

feeheeheeny · 06-10-2015, 08:36 PM

Even though she had tried to do the right thing and let the man go back to his book, he was speaking up again, and Sophie's jaw clenched, her deep chestnut eyes never leaving the piano keys. Her playing slowed at his words, and eventually she stopped completely, chewing the inside of her bottom lip as a nervous habit.

He... was concerned? About her? But she thought he didn't care much for his students, except academically, but... this sounded like he was worried about her, as a person. But maybe it wasn't that at all. Maybe he was concerned that she was a Dark witch in the making, not concerned about how she was dealing with false accusations. The former made much more sense, actually, and she was less touched at that notion. It was easier this way, than to think he was worried about her and instead believe it was concern for her future. It was the much more logical option.

She waited to see if he would go on and say something more, but that seemed to be it from him, and Soph just shrugged her shoulders. "I don't have an ounce of Darkness in me, professor. The fact that the article made out someone as awesome as Professor Dakest to seem like some kind of criminal is laughable, and so is the way they turned my wanting to help people into something bad, too. No one who knows me would be mad enough to think I'm a Dark witch in the making, and... I've never gotten Dark vibes from Professor Dakest either. S'just silly, the whole thing." Sophie turned her body to face Flamsteed now on the piano bench, looking at him for the first time since she began talking. "I am little worried about them ruining my reputation with the wizarding world at large for the future... but I think anyone with a brain would read that thing and know those are false accusations, don't you?"

There were creases in her forehead and her eyes were hardened with worry. He would be honest with her, wouldn't he? Did she have something to worry about moving forward? Were people going to hear the name "Sophie Brown" and think badly of her after an article like that? Or did he think there was truth behind the article, and that Dakest WAS trying to brainwash them, and she DID have to worry about this whole thing?

sweetpinkpixie · 06-11-2015, 06:12 AM

Alright, he was not going to lie down for this conversation because, apparently, Miss Brown had the wrong impression of what exactly he was concerned about. While he was not a man to put subjective labels as "never" when it came to someone's potential to being Dark - because, as a wise wizard was once quoted - 'we've all got both light and dark inside us'.

Although he was willing to put galleons down on Sophie Brown having much more light in her than dark. Even if her mood had been a bit bleak these days.

But then she got to the latter half of her monologue. NOW they were getting somewhere.

"Rest assured, Miss Brown, I have a fully functioning brain" he chuckled., setting his book down properly on one of the end tables and sitting up properly to give the Ravenclaw her undivided attention. Although he could not say the same for the rest of the wizarding world. After all, he had to remind people from time to time that the Sun did not revolve around the Earth.

Leaning forward a bit so his elbows were resting on his knees, he pressed his palms against one another and put the tips of his fingers to his lips while he thought a bit more on what to say next. "My concerns lie, Miss Brown, in the impact it is having on you," he finally said, lifting his head and lowering his hands. "And not just academically. Although, since we have breache that subject, I would be more than happy to write letters to potential universities and employers to discredit such accusations." Even if that was more of the role of a Head of House, as an educator with the best interests of his students at heart, he would gladly take on that responsibility as well.

Suziella · 06-13-2015, 12:42 AM

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It had been a while since she had visited the Innovation Lounge, so Lux thought this was a good time to change that.

Smiling to herself as she entered the room she was happy to see that nothing had changed; even the warning to thieves was intact. Lux had to wonder if anyone had actually stolen from Flammy before or if he was just paranoid. What ever the case, the punishment didn't seem pleasant or worth the risk. Plus stealing was wrong and mean.

Torn between the bookshelf and the piano, Lux settled on the latter. Taking a seat on the bench, she began playing random keys. Even though she wasn't an expert by any means, this was still fun.

Bleu hadn't been to the Innovation Lounge...probably in a year. She didn't get here often because she was such a book worm and always did her homework in either the common room or the girls dorm.

Professor Flamsteed was busy with another student, but she wasn't here to see him anyway. She was here to relax with the gorgeous piano he had here. But it already had someone sitting at it. She sighed sadly, before noticing that it was Lux! She quietly walked over to the piano.

When there was a pause in the music she said, "You are pretty good. That is a beautiful song!" She beamed.

feeheeheeny · 06-14-2015, 09:55 PM

Oh... oh. Wait, what? Did he think she was insulting him? "Oh, no, professor-- I didn't-- I mean, I wasn't implying that anything was wrong with your brain, you're the most brilliant person I know. No, I know," she assured, to knowing he has a fully functioning brain. He was, too. She'd meant no harm.

Of course... it did seem that she had read his intentions the wrong way. Well, no, it seemed that at first she had read his intentions correctly, but she convinced herself otherwise because it was easier. But he... really... did care? About HER as a person? He even said it himself - "not just academically." That sentiment meant the world to her, and she had to fight to keep her emotions in check. No crying in front of this professor, that was for sure.

She just knew better.

He went on, then, to clarify even further, and it was harder to keep her expression stoic. Sophie couldn't help but smile at his offer to contact potential employers and universities, though, and the Ravenclaw briefly looked down at her hands clasped in her lap before responding, "I would appreciate that very much, professor. I'll keep that offer in mind." She wasn't sure that she'd even need it yet, but... depending on how things continued to unfold in this whole Dakest-Cult of Walpurgis thing, that kind of reassurance from a highly-esteemed authority figure such as himself would undoubtedly speak volumes. A very valuable asset indeed.

"It is kinda hard," she admitted finally, but dismissed the feelings behind her words with a shrug, and alternated between looking down at her hands and back up at him while she spoke. "But s'nothing I can't handle. I'm fine. I've gotta be - I've got too much to do, too many people to set a good example for as a student leader... too much to fight for. I'll be okay. I just need to find my thing - like, you've got all your coping mechanisms, and... I've already gone for runs every morning since I was a first year. My mind's clear while I'm doing that, but as soon as I return back to the castle, it's back to... real life, and everything that's on my plate. Y'know?" Another shrug. So she had to find other things. "But that's life, though, isn't it? S'not supposed to be easy. Bad things are gonna happen," and it may have been clear at this point that she wasn't just referring to article-related things, "but we'll get through 'em. That's what we have... friends and family for. People whose strength we can rely on when we're running out of our own... right?"

It was hard when all your favorite people to go to were the ones causing you dismay, though. But... she supposed that meant there was importance in having lots of people to rely on and not taking people for granted, right? The whole mantra about... not laying all one's eggs in one basket or something. It was probably good to have lots of people to depend on, and she did, but she just didn't always take advantage of that. And maybe that was her problem.

WhittyBitty · 06-17-2015, 06:11 AM

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Bleu hadn't been to the Innovation Lounge...probably in a year. She didn't get here often because she was such a book worm and always did her homework in either the common room or the girls dorm.

Professor Flamsteed was busy with another student, but she wasn't here to see him anyway. She was here to relax with the gorgeous piano he had here. But it already had someone sitting at it. She sighed sadly, before noticing that it was Lux! She quietly walked over to the piano.

When there was a pause in the music she said, "You are pretty good. That is a beautiful song!" She beamed.

Oh, someone had joined her!

Turning, Lux saw that it was Bleu!! She had missed her. Smiling, she gave her friend a hug. It was good to see her again. "Thanks! I haven't played much, I admit I don't even know any songs." Blushing slightly, she began playing random notes again. She wasn't really good with sheet music, but it was fun making up her own stuff as she went along. She also did that with dance, though of course she also knew some real dances.

Lux was much better at dancing than she was at playing musical instruments.

Suziella · 06-18-2015, 04:19 AM

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Oh, someone had joined her!

Turning, Lux saw that it was Bleu!! She had missed her. Smiling, she gave her friend a hug. It was good to see her again. "Thanks! I haven't played much, I admit I don't even know any songs." Blushing slightly, she began playing random notes again. She wasn't really good with sheet music, but it was fun making up her own stuff as she went along. She also did that with dance, though of course she also knew some real dances.

Lux was much better at dancing than she was at playing musical instruments.

Bleu smiled and gave Lux a big hug back. It sure had been a while since they had hung out together. But they were sixth years and that could be hectic. "Well, can you read music? I mean if not I can teach you. I have taken piano lessons since I was 5 and voice lessons since I was 13...," She shrugged and gave the girl a smile.

Bleu listened as the girl strung some notes together. It really was quiet lovely, even if it wasn't a real song. "Sounds like you have a natural talent for it." She smiled. Playing the piano for people didn't bother Bleu at all...but singing...especially her own songs...was so hard for her.

sweetpinkpixie · 06-18-2015, 07:31 AM

Chuckle louder next time, Flamsteed. And it wasn't that her compliment was not appreciated, it was simply unwarranted. Add checking his sense of humor to the list of things to do in the future. Although, in all honestly, it was unlikely that he would be able to truly focused enough to remember and act on these thoughts. Awkward interactions with students was simply written on his DNA.

"At ease, Miss Brown," he chuckled, LOUDER this time, while loosening his tie. "There is no need to be on the defensive with me." NOT scolding, by the way. Simply informing with a casual tone and genuine, but awkward, smile. Rubbing his hands, that were more than a bit sweaty, on his trousers, he bowed his head when the Ravenclaw accepted his offer. Nothing further needed to be said on the matter. No need to draw further attention on things they both knew to be false.

Now, the man may not be the best at speaking on feelings. In fact, he was probably at the bottom of that totem pole among students in regards to who they would speak to about personal matters - save for one special Slytherin a few terms ago, whose name would remain privately in his thoughts. He had had his fair share of crying students, Alexa Cambridge and Kyroh Scabior instantly popping into mind, who he had tactlessly handled once said waterworks were noticed. So no, he was not the best at this sort of conversation despite constantly hurtling himself at them recklessly in true Gryffindor fashion.

What he did pride himself on was his ability to read body language - he had even read his fair share of books on the matter before becoming an astronaut instructor. Therefore, he knew what that shrug was before she even started speaking again. He listened intently, of course, as she spoke and it wasn't just the tone that gave away the deeper meaning to her words. Seeing how well the previous bits of this conversation had gone...he was going to give Miss Brown the benefit of not trying to delve deeper into the inner angst of of a teenage Ravenclaw.

"If you'll forgive my attempt at being a philosopher, Miss Brown," he said, reaching into his enchanted breast pocket for something in particular. "Perhaps, when you go on these runs, you should make sure you are running towards something...rather than away from."

Just some unsolicited advice.

Finding what it was he was looking for, the astronomer removed it and twirled it in the palm of his left hand with his right. "Do you mind if I ask you a question, Miss Brown?" he asked with a childlike curiosity. "Can you explain to me the appeal of this sort of thing?"

He hadn't bought it himself, for the record. Daphne had sent him it as a joke.

WhittyBitty · 06-22-2015, 05:46 AM

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Originally Posted by Suziella

Bleu smiled and gave Lux a big hug back. It sure had been a while since they had hung out together. But they were sixth years and that could be hectic. "Well, can you read music? I mean if not I can teach you. I have taken piano lessons since I was 5 and voice lessons since I was 13...," She shrugged and gave the girl a smile.

Bleu listened as the girl strung some notes together. It really was quiet lovely, even if it wasn't a real song. "Sounds like you have a natural talent for it." She smiled. Playing the piano for people didn't bother Bleu at all...but singing...especially her own songs...was so hard for her.

It was so nice to be here with Bleu and talking about music. Lux might not be musically gifted, but she did enjoy music. Her singing wasn't too bad either in her opinion even if she wasn't out of this world amazing. Everyone had strengths and weaknesses. "I have to admit I've never read sheet music before." Embarrassing, huh? It seemed that Bleu was a pro though! Yep, Lux was just going to say her friend was a professional.

"Oh, thanks! I like making things up!" Like with dances. They were a lot of fun when she started into her groove and made random stuff up. Hopefully one day her mermaid dance would catch on, but she was honestly okay if it never did. She played a few more notes because it was fun.

feeheeheeny · 06-22-2015, 08:43 AM

He was SAYING she didn't need to be defensive with him, but Sophie was unsure of that, based purely upon how fidgety and nervous he currently was. But she understood the dismissiveness behind his tone, so she dropped it, too. Still, she was sorry. Soooorry.

And then he said it: you should make sure you are running towards something... rather than away from. His words resonated with her deeply and a pensive expression graced her features, considering that mantra for many long moments before responding, "That's very good advice, professor. I'll keep that in mind." It might have been just what she needed, actually, and the hint of redness in her cheeks gave away just how right he may have been in accusing her of running away from things.

"Thanks," she added as an afterthought, just as the professor pulled an object from his breast pocket, and... what... in... Merlin's name...

The Ravenclaw's expression gradually turned from confused, to curious, to beyond ecstatic over the span of about three seconds. "No way. Is that...? Lemme SEE!" She LEAPED UP from the piano bench and hurried over toward the professor, her hands extended and making grabbing motions as she approached - and when she was close enough to confirm that it was what she thought it was, she gasped.

"This is one is SOOOOO COOL!" Her first thought was that she wanted to borrow it, her second thought was that she'd better get Tobes in on the action, too, or he'd be super jealous later, and her THIRD thought was that Flamsteed would look MEGA cool with it on his own hands - and her sparkly, elated eyes drifted to the man's fingers at the very thought. "D'you want me to do your nails? Where did you GET this color? I've never seen-- I mean, I've NEVER--" Her eyes were wide and bright with overwhelming excitement, and she was facing a severe inner struggle between keeping her composure enough to be mature in front of a professor whom she greatly respected and COMPLETELY FREAKING OUT OVER HIS GLITTERY, COLORFUL, SUPER NERDY NAIL POLISH.

"The appeal is that it's awesome and when you're WEARING nail polish you feel like you're, like... an invincible SUPERHERO. It's EMPOWERING and looks fancy and adds extra style and PIZZAZZ to complete your look and I swear I'll give you a galleon if you let me and Tobes borrow it." No matter how complicated things were with Tobes, she would NOT leave him out of fancy nail times.

sweetpinkpixie · 06-22-2015, 02:01 PM

The blushing did not go without notice, but he was doing his best not to bring attention to the fact. For his own sake mostly. Although he was sure that Miss Brown wouldn't like it pointed out that she was blushing either. Instead, he nodded his head in acknowledgement of her accepting his little bit of philosophical advice.

And yes, he was selfishly pleased that he had done some bit of good. Had only taken him...how many terms at this fine institution to pull off some sound advice in personal matters?

Let's not go there.

Now...about this bottle in his hands...

He would be lying if he did not enjoy this turn of conversation - nothing like some good old conversation whiplash from serious to silly, right? - but he was trying to deny his curiosity at the moment. It...was...glittery. So so so so sooooo glittery and ALL he could think about was that display of detention worthy affection that had occurred in his seating area by two professors. Two professors who he was STILL cleaning up glitter after...

However...Miss Brown DID make a pretty hard sale...he was almost sold. Almost.

"Tell you what, Miss Brown," he said as he shifted his position around just a little so he was facing the Ravenclaw a little more easily. "You let me paint some of this on your fingernails...just so I see all this bedazzling empowerment you speak of...and then perhaps you can paint mine."

Did they have a deal?

Also...there was a bit of self preservation here as well. Just in case Daphne had place some moderately harmless prank on the nail polish knowing that he would be too curious to resist putting some on. Now...he would be able to see for himself...before letting his curiosity get the best of him.

Which, or the record, there was no sort of hex or anything placed on the polish. Perfectly safe and simply the sister poking fun at the man.

feeheeheeny · 06-22-2015, 08:21 PM

No. Way.

Did he realize how silly that deal was? Because at first he made it sound like she was going to have to sacrifice something great in one way or another, but he was offering to paint HER nails AND maybe even let HER do HIS, TOO.

This was the coolest moment she had ever had with any professor EVER. TOBES WAS GONNA BE MEGA JEALOUS.

"You drive a hard bargain, professor," she tried to sound exasperated like she was totally overwhelmed with this difficult decision she was facing, but her huge, goofy grin gave away her true feelings on the matter, "but I suppose that's fair. We have a deal."

If this had been a prank and payback for last term's planetarium debacle, it was apparent that she wouldn't have even suspected a thing based upon the way she eagerly offered him her hand, her eyes shiny and bright as she watched the bottle of nail polish in his hands.

BRING ON THE GLITTER, FLAMMY.

sweetpinkpixie · 06-23-2015, 12:31 AM

STELLAR!

This was entirely a win-win for the professor in many ways - although he was still unsure about having glitter on his fingernails. Carefully unscrewing the lid, he gave Miss Brown a firm nod to officially seal the deal. "Sweet solstice, this stuff smells absolutely atrocious," he muttered, setting the half opened bottle down on the table to retrieve his wand from his enchanted breast pocket. Giving it a bit of a whirl, the Gryffindor Head of House cast a Bubble-Head Charm on himself and took several long deep breaths.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah yes, much better.

And yes, it HAD been tempting to make a Uranus joke just then. But he would be doing the planet a disservice by purposefully mispronouncing its name for the sake of humor. The gas giant had become the butt of one too many jokes over the course of its history.

....

....

Moving on.

Head encompassed by the charm, Airey returned to twisting off the cap and was a TINY bit confused as to how to apply said polish. Looking at the bottle like a muggleborn first year approaching the moving staircases for the first time, it took him several seconds too long to notice that the application device was attached to the lid. "Oh, well isn't that clever," he praised, dipping the brush back into the gooey sparkles.

Eyeing the Ravenclaw's hand as it hovered in air, Airey had overlooked the little detail of potential hand holding while all this was going on. Clearing his throat, he let his left hand rest limply at his side while his right set to taking care of business. Painting business.

And he was kind of rubbish at it, it we are being honest.

Everyone knows a kid or two who would not color between the lines in their coloring books for one reason or another, and Airey Leighton Flamsteed was one of those. Although, as a child, he had always given the excuse that he simply did not want to feel confined by social structures and what was expected. Right now, he could pretend to make that argument...but the reality was that without using his left hand for some sort of stability the nail polish application device was moving all haphazardly over Miss Brown's hand.

Not to worry! Some was actually getting on her nails!

feeheeheeny · 06-24-2015, 12:42 AM

Sophie giggled at Flamsteed's dislike for the smell of the nail polish, but who didn't? Had he never actually been around nail polish like this before, though? Had Romanos never applied nail polish in his presence, or was he just alarmed at how strong it was up close like this? Whatever the case, his bubble-head charm to save himself from the smell made her giggling intensify, and she shook her head at him. "S'not really that bad, professor. Might not be super healthy to inhale the fumes, but people do it all the time. S'probably not gonna kill you." Which was why she didn't do anything for herself to get rid of the smell. Nah, she was used to it, and pretty soon her nose would get used to the strong scent anyway.

His curiosity over the bottle and little brush made her snort, and she opened her mouth to tell him about wizarding nail polishes where they could just dip their fingertips into the concoction and pull them out with the paint coating the nails perfectly, but her mouth abruptly closed the moment the brush made contact with her fingernail... and the skin all around it.

Oh Merlin. Ohhhhhh Merlin. Don't laugh, Sophie Brown, don't laugh.

Her shoulders tensed as she sat there trying to hold in her giggles, and she tried to keep her hand still but - why was he just letting it float there? Was he-- of course he was. He was a professional, as funny of a situation as this was, and Sophie looked for a way to alleviate the awkwardness of this predicament by taking one of the sofa pillows from behind her and resting it between them, then letting her hand rest down on it so her hand was at least propped up a little more, and if he really wanted, he could lift the pillow. That way he wouldn't have to hold her hand and he'd still be able to be more precise about it and have better control of his painting.

Sophie Brown was a thinker.

"You're doing an ace job, professor. I like the way it sparkles when y'move and look at it from a different angle. S'kinda mesmerizing." Didn't he think so?

sweetpinkpixie · 06-25-2015, 05:28 AM

Actually, Miss Brown, he had done a bit of research after he had received the little bottle by owl. Although, due to his background, he really didn't need to do that much research and was able to get a general idea about potential risks just from reading the ingredients list. "I'd rather veer towards the edge of caution when it comes to the functionalist of my brain."

There were SOME studies that implied certain side effects after prolonged exposure and what not. Not that he was planning on doing this again. On his own. Any time soon.

...

Oh hey look, there was a pillow. What a novel idea!

Slightly amused smile, although his technique did not improve at all and there was still far too much paint going on to the Ravenclaw's hand and not enough on her nails. And, as embarrassing as it sounded, he was really only now truly noticing how much of a botched up job this was. Of course, Miss Brown was lying through that gentle smile of hers to in an attempt not to make him feel bad about his lack of artistic ability. Not to worry, he was all too aware that he did not have a grasp on this sort of thing. She had seen some of the drawings he had made for lessons, right? If it wasn't a too scale map or blueprints, he may as well be a toddler with a crayon.

The pinky finger was proving to be especially difficult to do. Was she aware she had tiny fingers?

"Ace?" he chuckled, returning the brush to scoop up more of the nail polish. "If you really think so, then perhaps I should paint your toe nails too then."

Only slightly sarcastic. He was finding this whole process rather mesmerizing as well.

Suziella · 07-09-2015, 09:19 PM

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Originally Posted by Squishy

It was so nice to be here with Bleu and talking about music. Lux might not be musically gifted, but she did enjoy music. Her singing wasn't too bad either in her opinion even if she wasn't out of this world amazing. Everyone had strengths and weaknesses. "I have to admit I've never read sheet music before." Embarrassing, huh? It seemed that Bleu was a pro though! Yep, Lux was just going to say her friend was a professional.

"Oh, thanks! I like making things up!" Like with dances. They were a lot of fun when she started into her groove and made random stuff up. Hopefully one day her mermaid dance would catch on, but she was honestly okay if it never did. She played a few more notes because it was fun.

Bleu gave Lux a gentle smile. Not everyone had the education in music that she had, and she knew that. Her father made sure she was musically talented. She was very lucky...and had the same love that her father had for music. "Don't be embarrassed about that. You would be surprised at how many famous musicians don't actually know how to read music. But it really is easy to learn and makes you a better musician if you know what your playing." She grinned.

She smiled again. The girl really did have a natural talent. "You're welcome. Would you like to hear some of my music?" She asked with a blush, clutching her little blue notebook that she always carried around with her.

feeheeheeny · 07-14-2015, 09:48 PM

Text Cut: *cha cha slides back into this*

If the fumes were REALLY that toxic that he was SOOOO that concerned about the smell working against his brain cells, then why wasn't he concerned for the state of her brain? What kind of game was that, Flamsteed? "You're a wise man, professor," was all she said on the matter, though she was side-eyeing him a little. DIDN'T HE CARE ABOUT THE SAFETY OF HIS STUDENTS? Or did he just assume that since she'd done this before, the damage was already done? Were her brain cells already damaged beyond repair?

Sophie dwelled on this while he painted her nails and did notice that even with the pillow stabilizing her hand, his paint job was just as bad, if not worse. Was he ACTUALLY trying? How in Merlin's name was he so rubbish at this? Didn't he, like, handpaint all those action figures and models in his office? She'd always assumed he'd done those all by himself because he was that kind of nerd, so if he could do the details on those, he should have EASILY been able to deliberately hit the target of her fingernails.

So, in that moment, Sophie Brown decided that this must have been some sort of... prank. Or a game or a bet or something. But if he was supposed to win by making her embarrassed or upset with him, he was going to LOSE because... she honestly didn't care one bit. It was funny, really. Sophie was a good sport.

...Except when he joked - he WAS joking, right? - about painting her toe nails. Sophie laughed genuinely, chuckling in sync with him, and shook her head in good humor, "Y'know, back when I was a lil first year in your class, if someone had told me one day you'd be painting my nails, I never would've believed them." She wondered WHY he really wanted to do this, though - was he really just genuinely curious about this nail polish? Was he practicing on her so he could impress Romanos? Was he... wondering what it would be like to bond with a child, a daughter, if he had one?

The thought made the amusement on her features falter ever-so slightly, but then she was back to normal in the blink of an eye, forcing that speculation away as she chimed, "I don't want to toe," hehe, "the professional line you work so hard to keep up between students and yourself, though we've done a good job of building that kinda mutual respect over the last six years that I don't think either of us would think anything of it." It was anyone who might walk in and SEE them that she was worried about. She was no stranger to judgment that she was treating professors too much like friends or parents rather than professors. "But still. People are weird and always want somethin' to talk about. We could save the toenails for our end-of-term slumber party up here, just like the good ol' days. That seems like a more appropriate setting for it. Cutty'll want in on the action, too, I bet." AHEM. Heheheheh.

sweetpinkpixie · 07-18-2015, 06:06 AM

SPOILER!!: *can cans with*

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

If the fumes were REALLY that toxic that he was SOOOO that concerned about the smell working against his brain cells, then why wasn't he concerned for the state of her brain? What kind of game was that, Flamsteed? "You're a wise man, professor," was all she said on the matter, though she was side-eyeing him a little. DIDN'T HE CARE ABOUT THE SAFETY OF HIS STUDENTS? Or did he just assume that since she'd done this before, the damage was already done? Were her brain cells already damaged beyond repair?

Sophie dwelled on this while he painted her nails and did notice that even with the pillow stabilizing her hand, his paint job was just as bad, if not worse. Was he ACTUALLY trying? How in Merlin's name was he so rubbish at this? Didn't he, like, handpaint all those action figures and models in his office? She'd always assumed he'd done those all by himself because he was that kind of nerd, so if he could do the details on those, he should have EASILY been able to deliberately hit the target of her fingernails.

So, in that moment, Sophie Brown decided that this must have been some sort of... prank. Or a game or a bet or something. But if he was supposed to win by making her embarrassed or upset with him, he was going to LOSE because... she honestly didn't care one bit. It was funny, really. Sophie was a good sport.

...Except when he joked - he WAS joking, right? - about painting her toe nails. Sophie laughed genuinely, chuckling in sync with him, and shook her head in good humor, "Y'know, back when I was a lil first year in your class, if someone had told me one day you'd be painting my nails, I never would've believed them." She wondered WHY he really wanted to do this, though - was he really just genuinely curious about this nail polish? Was he practicing on her so he could impress Romanos? Was he... wondering what it would be like to bond with a child, a daughter, if he had one?

The thought made the amusement on her features falter ever-so slightly, but then she was back to normal in the blink of an eye, forcing that speculation away as she chimed, "I don't want to toe," hehe, "the professional line you work so hard to keep up between students and yourself, though we've done a good job of building that kinda mutual respect over the last six years that I don't think either of us would think anything of it." It was anyone who might walk in and SEE them that she was worried about. She was no stranger to judgment that she was treating professors too much like friends or parents rather than professors. "But still. People are weird and always want somethin' to talk about. We could save the toenails for our end-of-term slumber party up here, just like the good ol' days. That seems like a more appropriate setting for it. Cutty'll want in on the action, too, I bet." AHEM. Heheheheh.

In all honesty, Miss Brown, he had not thought his theory through to that extent. However, considering that he had not thought it beneficial to cast the spell on her as well...that showed a bit of the extent of his true concern over the matter. Reality was more likely that he just did not fancy the smell and was trying to make up a more legitimate sounding reason and now look like a flobberworm in the presence of something new.

"Thank you, Miss Brown," he accepted gleeful as he continued his painting of her...er...fingers. "Ever wonder how muggles make those fancy designs without the aid of magic? Such precise points and designs," he mused as he made abstract art out of the Ravenclaw's hand. "I've seen some truly stellar detailing done while I was employed at NASA...but this is so...messy..."

Or maybe it was just him looking at his handiwork.

"I wouldn't have believed it either," he chuckled. Still didn't believe this was happening to be honest. And he proooooooobably had made enough of a mess of her hand that he wouldn't push the toe nail painting. Although maybe HE should get those painted. He could at least cover those up. But then, assuming he liked what he saw, he could not admire Miss Brown's artistic mark on his cuticles.

Decisions decisions...

"Well...I think I got them all now," he applauded himself. Looking down at his shoes to his hands to his shoes to his hand, he finally made the executive decision not to go with the feet. "MY TURN!"

He thrust both his hands out eagerly, fingers wiggling in anticipation.

"There will not be an end of term slumber party," he said, clearing his throat a few times and trying not to squirm too much. "Not unless someone slips something into me cereal again." And he has his suspicious about that. Mmhmmmmm.

"And that was not an invitation. For the record. Nor a request."

So...about his wiggling fingers...

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