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The Seating Area Outside Professor Flamsteed's Office
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Thomas had one thing on his mind going to talk to Professor Flamsteed he had visited his Uncle who loved astronomy and while he was there he had told him quite a bit and now he couldn't stop thinking about the subject and all things like that. So now he was curious which is why he found himself in front of Professor Flamsteed's office. With a giddy smile he knocked on the door. While waiting he turned to look at the surroundings of the office. Sitting down he looked at the magazines, after flipping through some of them he stood up and stared at the poster of Professor Flamsteed. Woahh cool... He moved on and this time the poster that his eyes laid upon his mouth fell open, now that was cool. |
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And Pebbles, well, she was on his person. As always. Not letting her out of his sight! "Mr. Windsor, good day," he greeted the Gryffindor with a salute. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" |
<3 <3 They were a few days into term and the only thing Sha still had on her “to-do” list was to talk to Professor Flamsteed. So, here she was. Walking to his office to see her Head of House, the Gryffindor thought over what she wanted to talk to him about and wondered if he would be proud of her… potentially a stupid thought since he had a lot of children under his care… but there was a reason he was their Head of House…. right? Nervously, Marsha raised her hand to knock on the wooden door. As she waited for him to answer her - if he was even here, it was after dinner - she looked around the waiting room and she smiled a little as she remembered turning the far wall red for her Charms homework. Oh, Colorvaria… Grinning, she fingered the handle of her wand and considered doing it again in the name of Gryffindor and house Pride… but figured Professor Airey had had enough to deal with in the short time they had already been back at school. |
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"Miss Hanover," he greeted after opening the door. "What can I do for you?" |
Penelope had cookies for Professor Flamsteed, and she had brought her pet rocks along with her. This would not just be a cookie delivery, however. She needed to have a very serious discussion with the professor about the actions of Blaise Bellaire and Bentley Moore. It seemed those two were intent on bothering the prefects. First the cookies. Penelope knocked on the door of Professor Flamsteed's office. He would usually come for cookies. |
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Thomas hadn't heard Professor Flamsteed come up behind him so when he suddenly heard a voice behind him he screamed and slammed himself into the postered walled. Realizing what he had just did he coughed a couple times rubbed his head and whipped around to face the Professor. "Sorry you had to see that." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. He gave the professor a salute back and said, "Well I wanted to talk to you about well astronomy." Very vague he was. Ahem still quite embarrassed about what had happened before. |
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Dropping everything he was doing - well, not literally considering the man's desk had to be tidy and organized to his standards at all times - he left his research and frolicked over to the door and swung it open at once. "I thought it may be you waiting out here, Miss Wright," he greeted the prefect. "Come in for some tea so we can enjoy those?" Yes? OOC: welcome back <3 you can go ahead and post inside the office now Quote:
"With a reaction of that sort one could come to the conclusion that you were up to no good," the professor mused as he walked cautiously by the Gryffindor towards his office. He did stop, however, to adjust the framed magazine cover of himself that had become a bit off kilter thanks to the boy's head slamming into the wall. Once each angle was back to a perfect 90 degrees, and a ridiculously long lull in conversation while the man fussed to get the frame there, he turned his attention back to the young man. "Oh, certainly. I was just about to head back into my office for a spot of tea which pairs perfectly with a discussion on astronomy." he replied, pushing open the door to his office and nodding his head inside. "Come on in." OOC: you may post inside the office now <3 |
Text Cut: Airey! Smiling as she turned around to look back at the door, Marsha bounced on the balls of her feet slightly as her stomach did a nervous flip. Now or never, Hanover. Get your bravery together. ”I was hoping you have ten minutes? I wanted to talk to you about my future?” Yes, in her third year. Yes, she knew - mostly - already. Yes, she knew that Professor Airey’s help would be invaluable and amazing. She had seen the help he had given Zander and Puck last year… now it was her turn. ”And to ask for your help.” Yes. That. Maybe, please? She gave him a small, nervous smile…. silently wondering why she was so nervous. She adored Professor Airey. |
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The astronomer had seen Miss Hanover nervous on numerous occasions, but she seemed a bit more jittery than usual. Or was it just him? Probably just him. "Certainly, come on in, Miss Hanover. I'll put on some tea." OOC: you can post inside the office now :3 |
Daxton tried not to make a habit of visiting teachers. He was not much one for casual chats - actually, it would be more accurate to say that Daxton did not know how to partake in small talk or any conversation without a specific purpose - and after having a request denied in his first year by one professor in particular, it made him particularly reluctant to visit any others unless he was specifically requested to do so. Yet here he was, outside Airey Flamsteed's office, unbidden. Needless to say, Daxton was barefoot and without school robes. He lingered for a moment after entering the seating area, eyeing the door to the office, but ultimately avoided the office door entirely and crossed to a different section of the room without knocking at all. More specifically, he crossed to where the only wall decorations in the room hung. Daxton stared at the magazine cover for a moment, but his attention was soon taken by the large map, which was undoubtedly more interesting. A map of the universe. It intrigued him that such a map existed, so while he waited for Airey Flamsteed to either leave or arrive at his office and discover him waiting here, Daxton took the time to closely study it. |
Professor Flamstead said at the meeting that he needed to see Hope later. Well it was later and Hope wanted to just get this out of the way. She slouched against the wall waiting for him to arrive. She didn't like feeling like she was in trouble. As her brother said, she was a goody tea shoes. She fidgeted as she waited. Hoping it wouldn't be too much longer because she just couldn't wait to get this out of the way. It was making her nervous. |
It wasn't too common for him to be standing in front of a teacher's office door, but they weren't particularly for any bad reasons; except maybe the smell of his bed. This was his head of house's office door though, which made all the difference. He was as nervous as a herd of hippogriffs for whatever reasons. This wasn't a bad visit! At least, he had to keep reminding himself. The young lion did put on his red knight hoodie over his uniform though, to give that extra boost of confidence, but it didn't do much. Wiping his sweaty hands on the sides of the material, he reached up and knocked. |
SPOILER!!: DAXTON<3 Having completely lost track of time with his research, the astronomer was in GREAT and borderline DIRE need to relieve himself. Ahem. Penguin walking towards the door and Pebbles under his arm, Airey swung open the door and was more than a bit surprised to see Mr. Prince standing there. Surprised...but not at the same time? It was a mysterious paradox. "Mr....Prince," Airey greeted with a somewhat pained expression. "Good day...what can I...actually...could you wait here...for just a moment? I'll be RIGHT back." Leaving the door ajar, the professor made his way down the hall and towards the loo. OOC: the door IS open :evil: Quote:
Pushing the door open, he smiled nervously at the young lady. Please no tears please no tears..."Miss Summers, do come on in," he greeted, gesturing inside. "Just finished preparing some tea." OOC: you are free to post inside the office now <3 WELCOME! Quote:
Moaning and groaning as he hobbled his way over towards the door, figures still on his desk, Airey walked over to the door and swung it open. "Good day, Mr. McWitty," he greeted, still rubbing his lower back a little. "What can I do for you?" |
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Squinting at the door, as if trying to see through it, he took a hesitant step back when the door suddenly opened. YES GOOD. PROFESSOR. That didn't startle him, what. "Hi," he said, half noticing the weird back rub thing, "I was, erm, wondering if...Icouldaskyouaquestion. If you aren't busy that is." Shoving his hands in the front pocket of his jacket, he shuffled his feet a little. ... "Oh, um... Please." |
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Out here, yes? So the display on his desk would remain something between himself and his action figures? |
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"How come boys have to wear pants and girls wear skirts?" |
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"Well..." Airey began, eyes widening significantly. Why was it that students ALWAYS seemed to come to him about uniform related questions? Although, technically, Mr. McWitty's was a more generalized question than uniform specific. "There is nothing that specifically states that boys shall not wear skirts, its simply a social construct based on historical necessity of roles within society that nowadays no longer exist...such as warriors on horseback...or how it is simply more practical for quidditch uniforms to consist of trousers for maximum comfort and traction while riding a broom. In fact, during the first season of Star Trek: The Next Generationit was not uncommon to see some of the male crew members wearing skirts in the background of shots. Producers explained that it was a logical development, given the total equality of the sexes presumed to exist in the 24th century." Hold on, Mr. McWitty, the man was not done rambling at you just yet. "It was before your time here at Hogwarts, but we once had a groundskeeper who, before he had his soul sucked out by dementors, wore kilts all the time. Although, kilt IS a skirt but not all skirts are kilts, I've been informed. Just as a square is a rectangle but not all rectangles are squares..." The soul sucking completely unrelated to the skirt wearing, of course. |
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Okay, well... that was a lot to take in. He got maybe half of that into his head on the first try? Not that he wasn't paying attention. It was just a lot. Especially the piece of information about a professor having his soul sucked out. WHICH certainly didn't happen at Hogwarts 'cause safest place ever and all. "Soooooo," his eyes squinted a little as the wheels turned in his head, "I can wear skirts too?" |
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"So," he mumbled, fiddling with the edge of his jacket and feeling the nerves again, "That's... a yes?" |
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That was a yes. THAT WAS A YES! Unmistakably. He didn't... Merlin's underpants, his heart was thudding with such enthusiasm, matching the brightest smile he could ever manage that was upon his face. "Yes, sir!" he saluted the man, unable to keep himself from bouncing on his heels. "Of course. Thank you. Totally. I... thank you. A lot." Like, A LOT. |
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Airey was unsure of what to make of the situation at present, but found himself mostly thankful that the boy had not come to him with REAL matters of teenage angst. Although career advice would have been preferred. Which reminded him that he did need to send out notices to fourth, sixth, and seventh year students soon about setting up meeting times... "You're...quite welcome, Mr. McWitty," he saluted. Or at least he thought he was welcome. The giddy bouncing DID have the man a bit concerned. "Was...that all then?" Just the discussion on skirts? |
It had taken her a bit to get her feet up here, but here she was. Finally. Ready to do business, or at least figure out some of the confusing thoughts in her head. She'd taken the time to try and sauce it all out, but no matter which way she put it, it didn't quite make sense. So. This was the only option. With a deep breath and a regathering of her courage, and the hope that the Professor's suit wouldn't be too blinding, Amur rapped her knuckles on the door. Then, not knowing how long it would be, she ambled over to the first thing that had caught her attention. The map. It made astronomy look so much more interesting than she could ever imagine it sounding. |
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