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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!

Felixir · 05-07-2016, 07:32 PM

The Room of Requirement was by far the best place Daxton had discovered when it came finding a place to sleep, but every so often he was drawn instead to the Astronomy Tower. Though occasionally he liked to sleep under the stars in the Observatory, or curl up in a chair in the Planetarium, he did have a particular liking for the sofa in the Innovation Lounge.

As he had done practically every night since starting at Hogwarts, Daxton had sat reading in Ravenclaw tower, waiting well into the early hours of the night. When it was empty, late and quiet enough, he had slipped out of the common room, heading for a different place to sleep. Tonight, that was here, the Innovation Lounge. It was easy enough to reach the room, helped by the fact that he was already up on the seventh floor, and that the door was unlocked when he reached it.

Eyeing the 'THIEVES BEWARE!' sign, and giving it a shake of the head, Daxton entered the room and quietly closed the door behind him. Carefully and methodically he made his way around the dark room, to check it really was empty and safe, on his guard the entire time, listening out for footsteps of anyone who might have followed. It took a great deal of restraint to ignore the books on the bookshelves and the urge to read them, but the point of coming here at all was to find a quiet and solitary place to sleep.

With the air of someone who had done this plenty of times before, Daxton took the piano stool and set it right in front of the door, a centimetre or two away from it, so that anyone entering would likely cause a small racket by knocking into it. The stool would then either fall over or scrape against the floor, and though both of these sounds were remarkably unpleasant to Daxton's sensitive ears, it would give him enough time to wake up and be ready.

Finally, Daxton approached the sofa and flopped onto it, lying on his stomach and immediately dropping off into a very light sleep; exhausted from the lack of sleep that accompanied every night at Hogwarts, and yet fully aware of his surroundings, alert to any potential changes in his environment, even as he slept.

sweetpinkpixie · 05-09-2016, 12:18 AM

Growing restless with the same routine in his office, the Astronomy professor decided to make a temporary migration to the Innovation Lounge with his book and cup of Earl grey, hot. Pebbles was, of course, coming along with him on her pink leash. Which meant, ironically per usual routine, that the man's presence would be announced by the dull thud of stone upon stone as he swung open the door to the room.

Had he had the floo network inspected over the summer? Airey suddenly stopped in place trying to recall whether or not he had made absolutely sure of this given how distracting the summer had been. Mostly for good reasons. Mostly.

Although one of the not so good reasons was now lying asleep, again, on the sofa and the man simply stood there for a moment observing - completely alert to the fact that Mr. Prince was most likely already well aware of the astronomer's presence. Which was why he did not bother clearing his throat or doing anything attention drawing...save for passing in front of the Ravenclaw and sitting down in the comfy armchair by the fire place and continuing where he left off with his book with Pebbles resting on his lap.

Felixir · 05-09-2016, 02:15 AM

The slightest movement, the faintest footstep, and especially the dull thud of stone on stone, were all noises that - even on their own - could wake Daxton from his light sleep. Only a few times in his life had he ever slept so deeply that trying to wake him was like trying to raise the dead. Of course, being such a light sleeper meant that he was never well-rested enough and was therefore constantly tired, but Daxton considered that a fair trade-off. He could think of little worse than being vulnerable, and sleeping (especially deep sleep) fell squarely into that category.

So, when Airey Flamsteed's footsteps approached, and the rock clunked on the floor, and the door of the lounge opened, Daxton was immediately roused from his less-than-peaceful slumber. Awake, but with his eyes still closed, he attempted to force himself back into being fully conscious, and to forget the unnerving dream he had just woken from. It took time to snap back to reality - as it often does upon first waking up - a feat further impeded by Daxton's unwillingness to open his eyes... but he managed it.

Airey Flamsteed was in the room, he had to be. Unless someone else in the Astronomy Tower had taken to dragging an insentient rock around on a leash, and visited the Innovation Lounge at this hour. Whatever this hour was.

Daxton lay perfectly still as he sensed rather as well as heard the professor cross to one of the armchairs, lying so still that there could be absolutely no doubt that he was awake and alert. Keeping his eyes closed was pure torture; it felt unbelievably wrong to let himself be quite so vulnerable. At the very thought, he tensed up.

A moment passed, and then another, and Daxton was quite sure - from the sound of paper lightly scraping on paper - that Airey Flamsteed was quite preoccupied with his own business of reading, and acting as though Daxton was not present, either awake or asleep. It was that fact that prompted Daxton into action.

He opened his eyes, blinking those final remnants of his dream away and reacquainting himself with his environment. Another pause, and Daxton carefully pushed himself up, shuffling around so he was sat sideways on the sofa, knees drawn in close to his chest, instead of lying right across it. He afforded Airey Flamsteed - and that stupid rock - just the one glance, then, staying sat right where he was, stared at his own knees instead, as though inspecting them.

MunchyBubbles · 05-09-2016, 10:55 PM

Azura had decided that the Innovation lounge would be her place for the term.. It was closer than the music room, had a nice piano.. and seemed quiet.

All things she was looking for..

She could curl up in here with a book.. or play the piano and no one would find her. Perhaps she could deal with some of her grief.. in here.

She made her way over to the piano and slowly started to play Humoresque in G flat Major by Dvorak. It was a slightly lively tune.. But it still seemed slightly dark..

It seemed perfect for her mood at the moment as she moved her fingers quickly over the keys.

itsjustjesse · 05-10-2016, 03:02 AM

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Originally Posted by MunchyBubbles

Azura had decided that the Innovation lounge would be her place for the term.. It was closer than the music room, had a nice piano.. and seemed quiet.

All things she was looking for..

She could curl up in here with a book.. or play the piano and no one would find her. Perhaps she could deal with some of her grief.. in here.

She made her way over to the piano and slowly started to play Humoresque in G flat Major by Dvorak. It was a slightly lively tune.. But it still seemed slightly dark..

It seemed perfect for her mood at the moment as she moved her fingers quickly over the keys.

Melbourne Johanson had been about to head down to the music classroom when she heard it…piano, someone was playing something absolutely beautiful and not that far off really…following the sound the second year finally stepped into the Innovation lounge and grinned at what she saw.

Azura was brilliant at Piano. Stepping closer to the Ravenclaw girl Mel quietly summoned her cello over to her and nearly toppled over as she caught it before sitting down in a chair not-so-far-off from Azura. The cello that had been charmed to stay in-tune was quickly set up and she immediately joined in playing along with the Ravenclaw.

They could always talk after the song was over…besides, it was hard finding people that knew the classics these days…well, at least it had been hard in Gryffindor.

MunchyBubbles · 05-10-2016, 06:16 PM

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Originally Posted by Optimist

Melbourne Johanson had been about to head down to the music classroom when she heard it…piano, someone was playing something absolutely beautiful and not that far off really…following the sound the second year finally stepped into the Innovation lounge and grinned at what she saw.

Azura was brilliant at Piano. Stepping closer to the Ravenclaw girl Mel quietly summoned her cello over to her and nearly toppled over as she caught it before sitting down in a chair not-so-far-off from Azura. The cello that had been charmed to stay in-tune was quickly set up and she immediately joined in playing along with the Ravenclaw.

They could always talk after the song was over…besides, it was hard finding people that knew the classics these days…well, at least it had been hard in Gryffindor.

Azura was nearly lost in her piano playing. Her fingers flying easily over the keys as she closed her eyes and let the music flow through her. A few tears tried to escape between the closed lids, but Azura swallowed them back.

She didn't even notice that someone was in the room until she heard a musical instrument joining in! Her purple eyes popped open as she turned her head, still not missing a beat during her playing and she saw Mel there, playing a Cello! And she was good!!

She had picked up right where Azura was and now the piano and the cello were making some beautiful music together. They continued on together for the rest of the song and Azura finally lifted her finger from the keys as she looked at her fellow second year.

"You are really good." She said with a smile, the music had soothed her enough to forget things for a second or two.

itsjustjesse · 05-10-2016, 09:08 PM

Melbourne grinned when they finished playing and Azura said she was good. “Thank you, you were really good” Mel grinned at the Ravenclaw girl and grinned at her. “I really like the Humoresque” Mel grinned, “though I’ve been playing modern pieces more…like muggle theme songs from movies?” Melbourne grinned.

“I know we met…in classes and everything but I never knew you played – how long have you played for?” She asked excitedly as really the music that Azura had made was beautiful.

MunchyBubbles · 05-10-2016, 10:51 PM

Azura smiled a bit over at Melbourne as she complimented her and she bowed her head a little. "Thank you." She said with a warm smile as she nodded at the other girls words. "I do as well, it's so fun to play." It was fun, dark and a little off.. which almost seemed like how Azura was lately.. Pretending to have fun.. dark.. and everything seemed off.. She sighed inwardly as she pushed the thoughts away and focused on her mother.

"Oh really? What theme songs?" She asked curiously as she turned a little on the piano bench to face Melbourne a bit as she spoke. "Yeah, it doesn't come in handy in classes sadly.." She said with a bit of a shrug before answering.. "I've played since I was about two or so.. My Grandparents really wanted me to have lessons.. and then I sort of fell in love with it.. I can compose as well now."

And she wasn't bragging.. she was just stating a fact really.

sweetpinkpixie · 05-11-2016, 02:52 AM

SPOILER!!: always feel like my posts are so inferior to yours *sigh*

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Originally Posted by Felixir

The slightest movement, the faintest footstep, and especially the dull thud of stone on stone, were all noises that - even on their own - could wake Daxton from his light sleep. Only a few times in his life had he ever slept so deeply that trying to wake him was like trying to raise the dead. Of course, being such a light sleeper meant that he was never well-rested enough and was therefore constantly tired, but Daxton considered that a fair trade-off. He could think of little worse than being vulnerable, and sleeping (especially deep sleep) fell squarely into that category.

So, when Airey Flamsteed's footsteps approached, and the rock clunked on the floor, and the door of the lounge opened, Daxton was immediately roused from his less-than-peaceful slumber. Awake, but with his eyes still closed, he attempted to force himself back into being fully conscious, and to forget the unnerving dream he had just woken from. It took time to snap back to reality - as it often does upon first waking up - a feat further impeded by Daxton's unwillingness to open his eyes... but he managed it.

Airey Flamsteed was in the room, he had to be. Unless someone else in the Astronomy Tower had taken to dragging an insentient rock around on a leash, and visited the Innovation Lounge at this hour. Whatever this hour was.

Daxton lay perfectly still as he sensed rather as well as heard the professor cross to one of the armchairs, lying so still that there could be absolutely no doubt that he was awake and alert. Keeping his eyes closed was pure torture; it felt unbelievably wrong to let himself be quite so vulnerable. At the very thought, he tensed up.

A moment passed, and then another, and Daxton was quite sure - from the sound of paper lightly scraping on paper - that Airey Flamsteed was quite preoccupied with his own business of reading, and acting as though Daxton was not present, either awake or asleep. It was that fact that prompted Daxton into action.

He opened his eyes, blinking those final remnants of his dream away and reacquainting himself with his environment. Another pause, and Daxton carefully pushed himself up, shuffling around so he was sat sideways on the sofa, knees drawn in close to his chest, instead of lying right across it. He afforded Airey Flamsteed - and that stupid rock - just the one glance, then, staying sat right where he was, stared at his own knees instead, as though inspecting them.

Bingo.

Airey was not daft enough to assume he had entirely figured the Ravenclaw out, but he certainly had inklings towards which behaviors would elicit which reactions. Something he was sure the boy had been carefully studying ever since their first interactions - although the astronomer had not become aware of such scrutiny until just the past year and meeting with the young man's mother on occasion had provided further insight.

Not to mention their little mental chess game last term in his office.

Thus, the Astronomy professor continued to nonchalantly read his book while not even offering as much as a cursory look towards Mr. Prince, not even when he sat up. Not initially at least.

"We spend approximately a third of our lives sleeping, Mr Prince. I would have thought that you would utilize a more efficient location to achieve optimum results ...... and not the couch in my Innovation Lounge," he said, turning the page in his book and continuing on.

Felixir · 05-11-2016, 04:14 AM

SPOILER!!: pls ._.

Daxton was usually fine with being ignored. Preferred it, in fact, most of the time. It was a lot easier to get by when everyone left you alone, when you went unnoticed by most. As a matter of fact, he managed it rather well at Hogwarts, considering the kind of person he was. Sure, people knew who he was, he had a reputation, but generally he was left alone, and it was peaceful.

But sometimes that was simply not enough.

Looking up from his knees, but keeping his head slightly lowered, Daxton watched Airey Flamsteed closely, a shrewd and unimpressed expression tainting his features just that little bit. Airey Flamsteed was talking to him, yes, but not looking. Not looking meant that Daxton could not communicate back, which meant that Airey Flamsteed was actually ignoring him in a way that was subtle on the surface and yet glaringly obvious to anyone with at least half a brain.

Ignoring the comment about sleeping - and really, he did not care in the slightest about any 'optimum results', so what did it matter? - Daxton continued to watch the professor in silence, glancing at his stupid pet rock as the man turned a page in his book. Never looking back at him. Not once.

Well, it just would not do. From his pocket Daxton pulled out a torn-up scrap of paper, the remnants of a drawing he had finished and habitually destroyed the day before, and kept in his pocket should he need the pieces for something later. Quietly, he folded the paper into a smaller, denser shape, and balanced it on his knee. Without checking to see if Airey Flamsteed had looked at him yet, Daxton lined up his fingers and flicked the folded up scrap of paper in the man's direction, aiming directly for the open book.

sweetpinkpixie · 05-13-2016, 10:42 AM

SPOILER!!: u pls .__.

The lack of response, and interest, in the astronomer's little sleeping spiel was not unexpected. In fact, he man may have been surprised to have been presented with any sort of response - other than something moderately resembling an unamused eye roll - so the man continued to read his book. Half read, really, as he was still trying to pay some attention to the Ravenclaw. Some, but not enough that it would feel rewarding or anything just yet.

However, the particular paragraph he was reading was quite riveting and thus the movements in regards to the parchment went unnoticed. Until the little bit was flicked right into his line of sight and therefore efficiently taking him out of his zone. "Stellar shot, Mr. Prince," Airey said with a small chuckle. "Are you familiar with a game called Flick Football by any chance? I unfortunately do not mean football...but the American use of the term." Although he supposed that football could still be applied in this game...but it was not the version his blokes at NASA had played.

Felixir · 05-14-2016, 03:22 AM

SPOILER!!: no ._. u .___.

Immediately after having flicked that first piece of paper at Airey Flamsteed's book, Daxton had already made to get a second from his pocket, intending to keep going and going and going until he got the kind of reaction he was looking for.

... And that had not been the reaction he had been looking for. A positive comment was the very opposite of what Daxton was after, and he was mildly taken aback for a brief moment. This was not like in Potions when his diligence had been commended; there was nothing else for Daxton to aggressively focus his attention on instead. He blinked at the professor, idly folding up the second piece of paper before balancing it on his knee. Eventually, Daxton responded with a simple shake of the head, to indicate that he had not heard of such a game. A moment later had flicked the second folded-up projectile, this time aiming for Airey Flamsteed's head. What a good target it made.

itsjustjesse · 05-15-2016, 02:35 AM

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Originally Posted by MunchyBubbles

Azura smiled a bit over at Melbourne as she complimented her and she bowed her head a little. "Thank you." She said with a warm smile as she nodded at the other girls words. "I do as well, it's so fun to play." It was fun, dark and a little off.. which almost seemed like how Azura was lately.. Pretending to have fun.. dark.. and everything seemed off.. She sighed inwardly as she pushed the thoughts away and focused on her mother.

"Oh really? What theme songs?" She asked curiously as she turned a little on the piano bench to face Melbourne a bit as she spoke. "Yeah, it doesn't come in handy in classes sadly.." She said with a bit of a shrug before answering.. "I've played since I was about two or so.. My Grandparents really wanted me to have lessons.. and then I sort of fell in love with it.. I can compose as well now."

And she wasn't bragging.. she was just stating a fact really.

Melbourne couldn’t help but grin to herself as she saw how much Azura seemed to brighten and seemed…almost happier after she had complimented her. It was the truth though, that wasn’t Mels thing. Lying and giving fake compliments at least, but she could tell something as off.

The happiness hadn’t lit up Azura’s eyes, as it seemed it would have otherwise. “Oh, mainly like Jurassic Park? Oh…and really nerdy things like Star Wars” she admitted with a small smile. “Oh I wish it did, it would be great if we had a real music scene here what with classes and lessons” she nodded.

“You can compose? We should try writing something together sometime?” She offered with a small almost sad smile. “Azura…I know we didn’t spend much time together last year during school because of well…honestly last year was quite a mess with Miffy and everything” Mel sighed and then looked up at her. “you know…if you ever need anything? Even a hug or someone to talk to? I’m here for you.” She meant it, every word of it. “I’m sorry…I don’t mean to impose its just…you kind of didn’t seem to smile with your eyes as well? And…if you ever need help fooling people into thinking you are perfectly fine and happy….I’m your girl” she meant it.

Every word of it.

MunchyBubbles · 05-15-2016, 04:31 AM

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Originally Posted by Optimist

Melbourne couldn’t help but grin to herself as she saw how much Azura seemed to brighten and seemed…almost happier after she had complimented her. It was the truth though, that wasn’t Mels thing. Lying and giving fake compliments at least, but she could tell something as off.

The happiness hadn’t lit up Azura’s eyes, as it seemed it would have otherwise. “Oh, mainly like Jurassic Park? Oh…and really nerdy things like Star Wars” she admitted with a small smile. “Oh I wish it did, it would be great if we had a real music scene here what with classes and lessons” she nodded.

“You can compose? We should try writing something together sometime?” She offered with a small almost sad smile. “Azura…I know we didn’t spend much time together last year during school because of well…honestly last year was quite a mess with Miffy and everything” Mel sighed and then looked up at her. “you know…if you ever need anything? Even a hug or someone to talk to? I’m here for you.” She meant it, every word of it. “I’m sorry…I don’t mean to impose its just…you kind of didn’t seem to smile with your eyes as well? And…if you ever need help fooling people into thinking you are perfectly fine and happy….I’m your girl” she meant it.

Every word of it.

Azura perked up ever so slightly at the mention of Star Wars. "I know that Theme song, and possible Jurassic Park? I like John Williams music, I know that." She had a whole music book at home full of his compositions.. She would have to owl her Aunt to send it to her.

"I know.. I would love to learn to play another instrument." Jasper had been supposed to teach her how to play the guitar last year, but.. That hadn't ever gone anywhere.. She sighed softly, idly wondering where they boy was.. when Mel spoke again.

"Compose something with me? Really? I would.. love that actually! I've never worked with anyone before.. it sounds super fun." She said warmly, even if the warmth didn't touch her eyes.. it was still there in her voice. And it meant, being busy and not being alone.. She was ALL for that.. The more she kept herself busy.. The less she had to think about..

Ohhhh

Azura listened as Mel spoke, and the other girls kindness touched her heart.. She felt her deeply buried tears coming to the surface as she looked down at the piano keys for a moment.. Her vision blurred as moisture pooled in her eyes and then overflowed and started to drip down onto the keys.

"S...som..somet..something ha..happened..to..to my.. mom." Azura managed to get out.. between soft sniffles.. She didn't want to go into details.. that was enough.. "So.. I..I.." She sniffled a bit more.. "I.. might want a hug.. and those happy lessons." She said finally as she raised a tear streaked face to look up at Mel..

"T..thank.. you."

itsjustjesse · 05-15-2016, 08:19 PM

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Originally Posted by MunchyBubbles

Azura perked up ever so slightly at the mention of Star Wars. "I know that Theme song, and possible Jurassic Park? I like John Williams music, I know that." She had a whole music book at home full of his compositions.. She would have to owl her Aunt to send it to her.

"I know.. I would love to learn to play another instrument." Jasper had been supposed to teach her how to play the guitar last year, but.. That hadn't ever gone anywhere.. She sighed softly, idly wondering where they boy was.. when Mel spoke again.

"Compose something with me? Really? I would.. love that actually! I've never worked with anyone before.. it sounds super fun." She said warmly, even if the warmth didn't touch her eyes.. it was still there in her voice. And it meant, being busy and not being alone.. She was ALL for that.. The more she kept herself busy.. The less she had to think about..

Ohhhh

Azura listened as Mel spoke, and the other girls kindness touched her heart.. She felt her deeply buried tears coming to the surface as she looked down at the piano keys for a moment.. Her vision blurred as moisture pooled in her eyes and then overflowed and started to drip down onto the keys.

"S...som..somet..something ha..happened..to..to my.. mom." Azura managed to get out.. between soft sniffles.. She didn't want to go into details.. that was enough.. "So.. I..I.." She sniffled a bit more.. "I.. might want a hug.. and those happy lessons." She said finally as she raised a tear streaked face to look up at Mel..

"T..thank.. you."

Mel grinned when Azura commented about liking John Williams. “I love his music really, it’s just…beautiful and its not too over-produced?” She shrugged and grinned over to her. “We can always try doing some of his music sometime in the future? Mel shrugged slightly.

Oooh she wanted to learn other instruments! That was awesome. “You should try and come to the camp I went to last summer…I think I’m going to head back next summer? Camp Apollo?” She shrugged. “I learned some guitar there but I wasn’t that great…still need to learn…we could always try and practice together?” She shrugged her shoulder and smiled.

Oh noooooo she had made her cry! And then she realized what she had said about her mom and couldn’t help but let her face fall…she knew that feeling it was gutting. “I…if you ever need support from people that have also had things happen to parents…well, I’m here. Also I’m sure Tenacius and Carl could help as well?” She said as she shifted closer and pulled herself onto the edge of the bench next to Azura and gave her a small hug.

“Honestly…I get it? I’m going to be here for you Azura…really, I’m sure my sister wouldn’t mind giving you advice if you ever need it? She…she’s my official guardian so she gives me advice all the time as is” she admitted before leaning closer to her friend and hugging her again.

MunchyBubbles · 05-16-2016, 07:08 PM

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Originally Posted by Optimist

Mel grinned when Azura commented about liking John Williams. “I love his music really, it’s just…beautiful and its not too over-produced?” She shrugged and grinned over to her. “We can always try doing some of his music sometime in the future? Mel shrugged slightly.

Oooh she wanted to learn other instruments! That was awesome. “You should try and come to the camp I went to last summer…I think I’m going to head back next summer? Camp Apollo?” She shrugged. “I learned some guitar there but I wasn’t that great…still need to learn…we could always try and practice together?” She shrugged her shoulder and smiled.

Oh noooooo she had made her cry! And then she realized what she had said about her mom and couldn’t help but let her face fall…she knew that feeling it was gutting. “I…if you ever need support from people that have also had things happen to parents…well, I’m here. Also I’m sure Tenacius and Carl could help as well?” She said as she shifted closer and pulled herself onto the edge of the bench next to Azura and gave her a small hug.

“Honestly…I get it? I’m going to be here for you Azura…really, I’m sure my sister wouldn’t mind giving you advice if you ever need it? She…she’s my official guardian so she gives me advice all the time as is” she admitted before leaning closer to her friend and hugging her again.

Azura nodded as Mel spoke. "Exactly, it is so beautiful and almost simple, but complex at the same time." She said with a nod, "And I would love to to do that.. I might need sheet music for some of his songs though." Shockingly, she didn't know every song by heart.. just a fair number..

"Ohh, a summer camp?" This idea intrigued Azura.. not only did learning music sound fun, but it would give her something to do all summer, rather then sit around and mope and worry.. Especially if Jace went to Japan again. "I'll have to think about it, and ask My Aunt and Uncle, but it sounds super fun." She would love to get to learn more instruments.. "I really want to learn how to play the guitar.. Maybe I'll bug Brady about the basics and we can practice?" She said softly.

Azura sniffled softly as Mel spoke and she looked over at her and bit her lip a little.. Tenacius and Carl?" They had something happened to their parents as well? Though the thought was pulled from Azura's mind as Mel gave her a hug and then Azura hugged her back, trying not to cry more..

Azura thought Mel was being nice until she heard that her sister was her official guardian and she bit her lip, her eyes filling with more tears.. "I'm so sorry." She whispered as she hugged the other girl. "I would love to talk to her.. I wish I had a sibling." She said as she pulled back and wiped her eyes..

itsjustjesse · 05-16-2016, 09:50 PM

Mel grinned when Azura was describing how she felt about John Williams…it was great to hear, not only because it was beautifully said…but because she understood every bit of it. “Oh I completely get it, I might have some? Or…be able to try and conjure some one day” she grinned over to her yep. That would be fun.

“Yeah the camp was loads of fun…” she nodded it was great really. Mel made a small face that she tried to hide when she heard Azura mention that she would have to ask her aunt and uncle. Oh right. Brady played the guitar…maybe she would have to ask him about that too?

When Azura simple asked about Ace and Carl by simply saying their names she just nodded in response. “Yeah, I only found out about Carl last fall when talking in the music room? He likes Star Wars!” She grinned to herself at that, “and yeah I think they both could help” she meant it. Feeling Azura hug her back was really sweet, and Mel wouldn’t have said anything if she cried.

When Azura apologized she just sighe and felt a little tear try to trickle down her cheek. “You don’t need to apologize, you didn’t do anything.” Mel paused fro a bit as she had a sudden idea. “Well…I’m overflowing with siblings really…you can borrow some of mine? I’ve got two twin brothers, and then there’s India and Amelia as well…really, if you ever need advice on anything they’d be great. I’m sure of it.” She grinned.

“Honestly though…I think I go to Thunder Ward for more advice…oh, and Kaiden…my sister’s fiancé is a great hugger. He’s the reason why I think hufflepuffs are good huggers.” She admitted with a grin. “I tried to learn how to hug from him….but he got all weird like why is your sister hugging me all o the time which was just…weird and awkward apparently.” She shrugged. “My best advice…when you really need to cheer up find a nice hufflepuff to give you a hug.”

sweetpinkpixie · 05-17-2016, 03:28 AM

SPOILER!!: YOU

Airey had taken a very keen interest into that folded up piece of paper on the Ravenclaw's knee. Although he was trying his best not to make the gesture too obvious, the astronomer WAS a Gryffindor and subtle was not exactly something in their immediate vocabulary. Especially while taking calculated risks and assessing situations on the fly like the man was...so there was little doubt in Airey's mind that an attentive person like Mr. Prince had caught on.

"Care to play a few rounds?" he asked. "All you need to do is..." But before he could finish that thought the paper from Mr. Prince's knee was whizzing through the air and, distracted by conversation, connected squarely with the professor's ~~exceptionally large~~ forehead. "...that...actually. But between a field goal created by the opposing player holding their hands like so." And then the man demonstrated, lifting the index fingers on both his hands and touching his thumbs to one another with the rest of his fingers down. "Each field goal scored grants you the opportunity to ask the other a question. A question that must be answered truthfully. Since you already scored one..." The astronomer reached down and plucked the piece of paper from the ground. "...you get to ask something before I take aim."

Game. On.

MunchyBubbles · 05-17-2016, 07:44 PM

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Mel grinned when Azura was describing how she felt about John Williams…it was great to hear, not only because it was beautifully said…but because she understood every bit of it. “Oh I completely get it, I might have some? Or…be able to try and conjure some one day” she grinned over to her yep. That would be fun.

“Yeah the camp was loads of fun…” she nodded it was great really. Mel made a small face that she tried to hide when she heard Azura mention that she would have to ask her aunt and uncle. Oh right. Brady played the guitar…maybe she would have to ask him about that too?

When Azura simple asked about Ace and Carl by simply saying their names she just nodded in response. “Yeah, I only found out about Carl last fall when talking in the music room? He likes Star Wars!” She grinned to herself at that, “and yeah I think they both could help” she meant it. Feeling Azura hug her back was really sweet, and Mel wouldn’t have said anything if she cried.

When Azura apologized she just sighe and felt a little tear try to trickle down her cheek. “You don’t need to apologize, you didn’t do anything.” Mel paused fro a bit as she had a sudden idea. “Well…I’m overflowing with siblings really…you can borrow some of mine? I’ve got two twin brothers, and then there’s India and Amelia as well…really, if you ever need advice on anything they’d be great. I’m sure of it.” She grinned.

“Honestly though…I think I go to Thunder Ward for more advice…oh, and Kaiden…my sister’s fiancé is a great hugger. He’s the reason why I think hufflepuffs are good huggers.” She admitted with a grin. “I tried to learn how to hug from him….but he got all weird like why is your sister hugging me all o the time which was just…weird and awkward apparently.” She shrugged. “My best advice…when you really need to cheer up find a nice hufflepuff to give you a hug.”

Azura tilted her head a little as Mel talked about Carl, she hadn't gotten a chance to talk to him much and she wanted to change that actually! She had sort of spoken to him at the Hufflepuff table, but there had been so many people, they hadn't had a good conversation.. "Really? I need to talk to him more, I dueled him last term, and I keep meaning to talk to him more, but I haven't." She said softly, there were so many people she wanted to talk too and Carl was on her list, as was Tenacius. "I'll have to talk to them." She said softly as she hugged Mel, letting a few more tears leak from her eyes.

She saw a tear trickle from Mel's eyes and she gently leaned up and wiped it off, she knew exactly how the girl felt, though it seemed she had had a little time to deal with it.. Azura felt like if she started crying.. she wouldn't stop. Which was why she had only had one breakdown so far.. on the train, with Brady. "I know, but I'm still sorry, it's awful." She felt a soft of camaraderie with Mel now, it seemed they had quite a lot in common.

She let out a soft smile as she spoke of her siblings.. "Whoa, so many! I might want to borrow a few.. I only have two cousins, Wes, he's a 4th year Gryffindor, and Auberon, who is too young to be at Hogwarts.. but of course they aren't siblings." She said softly, she had always wanted a brother or sister.

She actually managed a grin as Mel spoke.. "Huh, I knew they were good finders, but not good Huggers, I'll have to try that out, I know a few.. Brady, Torie, Esme." Carl.. but they probably hadn't reached that place yet..

Felixir · 05-18-2016, 12:04 AM

SPOILER!!: NO. YOU.

What a shot. Though Daxton was not too surprised; the folded up paper had the potential to be unpredictable when flying through the air, if you did not know what you were doing, but all it really took was to fold it perfectly, calculate exactly the kind of trajectory it took, factor in the speed of the flick and optimum angle from which to send it from, and, nine times out of ten, it was likely to hit its mark.

Even so, he allowed himself the very smallest of smiles as the paper hit the target, all the while listening to what Airey Flamsteed had to say.

Instant suspicion. Daxton could see exactly what Airey Flamsteed was up to, straight away. He did not want to play the stupid football game for the fun of flicking a piece of paper around; what the professor wanted was to get information out of Daxton. For that reason alone, he was tempted to refuse, and perhaps he might have, had it been anyone else. But even aside from that, something about the very nature of the proposed activity appealed to Daxton (for reasons that he would never admit even to himself) despite the fact that he was willing to bet that Airey Flamsteed was an excellent shot. It was unlikely that he would propose such a game if he was terrible at it, after Daxton had proved himself was proficient.

For a few long moments, Daxton did not respond, silently considering things and weighing up his options. After reasoning that, should he be faced with a question he did not like, he would simply lie (what was stopping him?) or stop playing altogether, Daxton picked his omnipresent notebook and pen up off of the sofa, from where he had been sleeping on top of it. Quickly but neatly he wrote out a question, which would also serve as his agreement to play the game, and showed it to Airey Flamsteed.

'Why do you have that rock?'

Not just today, but in general. There were many things Daxton had the perfect opportunity to ask, but it was tricky business, and that was one burning question that had to come first. Not only was it the most likely to get a truthful answer (he fully believed Airey Flamsteed, too, would lie if he wanted to), but Daxton knew that questions gave away as much about the asker as they did about the answerer, regardless of whether they were met with a truthful response. One way of learning about people was to pay attention to the questions they asked, which were often more telling than any answers they gave.

sweetpinkpixie · 06-02-2016, 01:19 AM

SPOILER!!: vertical just long enough to get this done finally <333

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Originally Posted by Felixir

What a shot. Though Daxton was not too surprised; the folded up paper had the potential to be unpredictable when flying through the air, if you did not know what you were doing, but all it really took was to fold it perfectly, calculate exactly the kind of trajectory it took, factor in the speed of the flick and optimum angle from which to send it from, and, nine times out of ten, it was likely to hit its mark.

Even so, he allowed himself the very smallest of smiles as the paper hit the target, all the while listening to what Airey Flamsteed had to say.

Instant suspicion. Daxton could see exactly what Airey Flamsteed was up to, straight away. He did not want to play the stupid football game for the fun of flicking a piece of paper around; what the professor wanted was to get information out of Daxton. For that reason alone, he was tempted to refuse, and perhaps he might have, had it been anyone else. But even aside from that, something about the very nature of the proposed activity appealed to Daxton (for reasons that he would never admit even to himself) despite the fact that he was willing to bet that Airey Flamsteed was an excellent shot. It was unlikely that he would propose such a game if he was terrible at it, after Daxton had proved himself was proficient.

For a few long moments, Daxton did not respond, silently considering things and weighing up his options. After reasoning that, should he be faced with a question he did not like, he would simply lie (what was stopping him?) or stop playing altogether, Daxton picked his omnipresent notebook and pen up off of the sofa, from where he had been sleeping on top of it. Quickly but neatly he wrote out a question, which would also serve as his agreement to play the game, and showed it to Airey Flamsteed.

'Why do you have that rock?'

Not just today, but in general. There were many things Daxton had the perfect opportunity to ask, but it was tricky business, and that was one burning question that had to come first. Not only was it the most likely to get a truthful answer (he fully believed Airey Flamsteed, too, would lie if he wanted to), but Daxton knew that questions gave away as much about the asker as they did about the answerer, regardless of whether they were met with a truthful response. One way of learning about people was to pay attention to the questions they asked, which were often more telling than any answers they gave.

Truth be told, the astronomer was not entirely sure that the Ravenclaw would take the bait. While the man had a few calculated outcomes in mind assuming the boy DID, Airey was nonetheless pleasantly surprised by his willingness to acquiesce to the suggestion. Naturally, the professor had no intention of asking anything too terribly personal of Mr. Prince - knowing full well that the outcome would either be lies or the young man would elect to end the game prematurely. No, the whole purpose of this little exercise was to make the boy think that he was more in the pilot’s seat. Which, of course, left the suited astronomer somewhat vulnerable...but he had done a stellar job of avoiding personal subjects and dancing around certain areas for 11 terms now that he was confident he could dodge any unwanted hexes hurtled at him.

And the first question, well, he was not surprised in the least by it.

“Because tribbles were not an option,” he mused. True story, actually, but only half of it. “And….as illogical as it may sound...companionship. I’ve always been fascinated by muggle trends, particularly those of a more...shall we call them vintage quality? When the time approached for my entrance into Hogwarts, it was insisted that I find myself a suitable pet even if simply an owl. Seeing as I have no real persuasion towards creatures, stumbling upon the ‘perfect pet’ in a muggle hobby shop was just the ticket. I had filled my father’s brief of getting myself a pet, complete with a certificate of ownership upon purchase, and it was not rejected by Hogwarts regulations as to what is considered an acceptable pet.”

Plus, unlike his peers and other onlooking eyes, there was no judgement passed by a rock. Not to mention the sublime added bonus of no fur, claws, or fangs.

Satisfied with his response, Airey began to set himself up for his shot.

“Now would be your turn to create a field goal for myself,” he instructed. Just in case the Ravenclaw had forgotten.

Felixir · 06-07-2016, 11:02 PM

SPOILER!!: yay for being vertical :3

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Truth be told, the astronomer was not entirely sure that the Ravenclaw would take the bait. While the man had a few calculated outcomes in mind assuming the boy DID, Airey was nonetheless pleasantly surprised by his willingness to acquiesce to the suggestion. Naturally, the professor had no intention of asking anything too terribly personal of Mr. Prince - knowing full well that the outcome would either be lies or the young man would elect to end the game prematurely. No, the whole purpose of this little exercise was to make the boy think that he was more in the pilot’s seat. Which, of course, left the suited astronomer somewhat vulnerable...but he had done a stellar job of avoiding personal subjects and dancing around certain areas for 11 terms now that he was confident he could dodge any unwanted hexes hurtled at him.

And the first question, well, he was not surprised in the least by it.

“Because tribbles were not an option,” he mused. True story, actually, but only half of it. “And….as illogical as it may sound...companionship. I’ve always been fascinated by muggle trends, particularly those of a more...shall we call them vintage quality? When the time approached for my entrance into Hogwarts, it was insisted that I find myself a suitable pet even if simply an owl. Seeing as I have no real persuasion towards creatures, stumbling upon the ‘perfect pet’ in a muggle hobby shop was just the ticket. I had filled my father’s brief of getting myself a pet, complete with a certificate of ownership upon purchase, and it was not rejected by Hogwarts regulations as to what is considered an acceptable pet.”

Plus, unlike his peers and other onlooking eyes, there was no judgement passed by a rock. Not to mention the sublime added bonus of no fur, claws, or fangs.

Satisfied with his response, Airey began to set himself up for his shot.

“Now would be your turn to create a field goal for myself,” he instructed. Just in case the Ravenclaw had forgotten.

Daxton blinked. He did not know what 'tribbles' was... or were... but whatever it meant, he was slightly annoyed that it was something he had no knowledge of whatsoever. Daxton, being Daxton, did not like not knowing things.

But still he listened, attempting to recognise something in Airey Flamsteed's answer, but found very little that he could relate to. Companionship, trends, the need for a pet, it was all lost on him, though the dislike or even simple apathy towards creatures was certainly something he could understand, and as far as he knew, Airey Flamsteed was the first person Daxton had interacted with who had shared such an attitude with him.

Even if he had decided to go full Astronut and get himself a rock for a 'pet' anyway.

At least, Daxton thought to himself as he stared at the rock in question, Airey Flamsteed had apparently not seriously deluded himself into truly believing that it was a living and breathing thing, despite the way he sometimes acted. Though, in a way, competing for the attention of someone who was so obsessed with what he knew was a literal chunk of stone... it somehow felt worse.

For a moment, Daxton did not react, he continued to stared at "Pebbles", his expression slowly settling into a frown as the seconds ticked by, almost lost in thought over the stupid thing which was not even worth thinking about. In fact, as it really was not worth it, Daxton decided he did not care. He did not care about that stupid, goofy-looking, infuriating rock. He did not care. The resentment he felt towards it was totally irrelevant, because he simply did. not. care.

With that thought, Daxton looked up again at Airey Flamsteed, who was setting himself up for a shot. After a moment's consideration, Daxton shuffled slightly on the sofa, adjusting his position so that he was sat more comfortably, freeing his arm from where it was pinned between his body and the back of the chair. He created a 'goal' with his hands as had been demonstrated earlier, and waited, remarkably still, watching Airey Flamsteed's movements carefully.

sweetpinkpixie · 06-13-2016, 10:08 AM

SPOILER!!: solid foods too :3 regular party up in here now

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Daxton blinked. He did not know what 'tribbles' was... or were... but whatever it meant, he was slightly annoyed that it was something he had no knowledge of whatsoever. Daxton, being Daxton, did not like not knowing things.

But still he listened, attempting to recognise something in Airey Flamsteed's answer, but found very little that he could relate to. Companionship, trends, the need for a pet, it was all lost on him, though the dislike or even simple apathy towards creatures was certainly something he could understand, and as far as he knew, Airey Flamsteed was the first person Daxton had interacted with who had shared such an attitude with him.

Even if he had decided to go full Astronut and get himself a rock for a 'pet' anyway.

At least, Daxton thought to himself as he stared at the rock in question, Airey Flamsteed had apparently not seriously deluded himself into truly believing that it was a living and breathing thing, despite the way he sometimes acted. Though, in a way, competing for the attention of someone who was so obsessed with what he knew was a literal chunk of stone... it somehow felt worse.

For a moment, Daxton did not react, he continued to stared at "Pebbles", his expression slowly settling into a frown as the seconds ticked by, almost lost in thought over the stupid thing which was not even worth thinking about. In fact, as it really was not worth it, Daxton decided he did not care. He did not care about that stupid, goofy-looking, infuriating rock. He did not care. The resentment he felt towards it was totally irrelevant, because he simply did. not. care.

With that thought, Daxton looked up again at Airey Flamsteed, who was setting himself up for a shot. After a moment's consideration, Daxton shuffled slightly on the sofa, adjusting his position so that he was sat more comfortably, freeing his arm from where it was pinned between his body and the back of the chair. He created a 'goal' with his hands as had been demonstrated earlier, and waited, remarkably still, watching Airey Flamsteed's movements carefully.

Airey did not take an additional effort to study the young man's reactions to his words, nothing out of the ordinary courtesy he showed all his students anyway, and instead use such energy towards perfecting his aim and taking the subtle draft coming from the moderately cracked window into consideration. Potential energy at its peak and finger flexed, ready to release, the astronomer gave one last fleeting look towards the Ravenclaw before firing his shot.

Naturally, given his proficiency, it was an effortless field goal. One not without a little bit of retribution as well. Despite Mr. Prince's forehead not nearly being as large as his own.

There was really nothing strategic about what Airey would be asking. Nothing that he intended to read into unless there was an answer that seemed to prompt further inspection. Then again, the man intended on asking things that specifically would not elicit that sort of a reaction. Perhaps it would unnerve the boy, cause him to do some of that infamous Ravenclaw over analyzation...but that was not of the man's concern. Amusement, however, was another story.

"Do you have a particular color you find more aesthetically appealing than others?" he asked nonchalantly, already positioning himself for Mr. Prince's return shot.

Felixir · 06-16-2016, 04:11 AM

SPOILER!!: *swoops in and finally replies*

Snatching the paper out of the air before it could ricochet too far out of his reach, Daxton kept his eyes on Airey Flamsteed. That had been a goal, which meant that a return question was coming. In the few seconds before Airey Flamsteed spoke, Daxton mentally ran through as many possibilities as he could, wondering what kind of question might soon be coming his way. It was smarter, really, for Daxton to brace himself for some of the more intense inquiries he could think of, questions he would likely never submit to answering.

But, in the end, the underwheming nature of Airey Flamsteed's words, was almost disappointing. Of course, Daxton was not one to share personal information, often choosing to abandon a situation instead of revealing any private - or even not-so-private - details. Still, he had expected something a little more interesting than, essentially, what his favourite colour was.

Nevertheless, Daxton kept his expression as empty and expressionless as he could, and simply pinched at the fabric of the black shorts he wore. Black, technically not a colour, in the scientific sense of the word, and it would be interesting to see if Airey Flamsteed would accept it. Before giving him much of a chance to respond, Daxton lined up for his next shot, paused for a fraction of a second to ensure he had the correct angle, and sent his next shot soaring right through the 'goal'.

Thinking up a question was much harder this time. He could not quite shake the feeling that Airey Flamsteed was up to something, and found himself wondering whether he should tread carefully for fear of further retribution, or go all out with his next question. He sat back against the sofa and eyed the professor carefully, frowning slightly in thought. It was... difficult. There was also the issue of Airey Flamsteed being able to learn a lot from Daxton, just from the type of question he asked, which was likely to make him hold back even more. And yet...

The next time he moved, it was to pick up his notebook again, and write his next question, one regarding a topic that intrigued him, despite knowing that he had no way of ensuring he would get an honest answer; Daxton was still very much lacking in trust. Still, he thought it might be interesting to see Airey Flamsteed's reaction, or, he realised, there might be some fun in trying to get as much of a reaction from the professor as possible throughout the game.

'Are you a Legilimens?'

Having shown his question to Airey Flamsteed, Daxton sat back again, and held up his hands again, to provide another field goal for the next shot.

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