CLOSED Professor of Astronomy's Office

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[font=Bell MT]@Farron Horne[/font]

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[font=Bell MT]L[/font]ogan slowly made her way up the steps to the Astronomy tower. She had heard earlier that there was a new Astronomy professor and was excited to meet them as Astronomy was one of her favorite subjects. It was a long walk from the Hufflepuff common room to the Astronomy tower, but Logan needed her exercise for the day anyway.

Carefully the girl walked into the Astronomy classroom, smiling softly at how quiet yet beautiful the room was. Astronomy was something that was a large part of the Hufflepuff's life and she enjoyed school so she wanted to make a good impression on the new professor. Glancing around the room, she spotted the professor and made her way towards her, tugging softly on her sweater sleeves as she went. She had changed out of her school robes and was now wearing a simple sweater and jeans to keep herself warm in the cool night air.

The brunette was not expecting for the professor to ask her what she needed and she smiled softly. "I just wanted to welcome you to Hogwarts. I'm Logan Baird ma'am," she introduced herself with a soft smile on her face as she hesitantly held her hand out for the professor to shake if she really wanted to. She was not sure if the professor would shake her hand or not.

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Interacting | @Logan Baird
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Farron wasn't expecting many people to show up to her office hours at first. She was new and scary and the students still needed to get used to her. It just gave her extra time to continue to tinker with the classroom setup and work on reviewing the lesson plans that had been previously outlined. There was a steep learning curve to becoming a professor at Hogwarts, but she knew it would be and she was only excited by the mental challenge.

On this day she was rearranging her desk for the... well, to be honest she had lost count of how many times it had been rearranged at this point. It didn't do her any good as it only made things harder to find during class. She was wearing comfortable but professional clothing. She walked around a lot during class and didn't like to have her movement restricted. A white sweater was tucked into a light pair of jeans, paired with navy oxford shoes. Her curls were half pulled up, leaving the rest to bounce around her shoulders.

She almost looked shocked when she heard someone walk into the office, eyes widening in delight in surprise. She met the young girl in the middle, not wanting to make her walk all the way up to her desk area. The poor girl probably wasn't expecting the intense handshake she received, but Farron was a person that expressed her joy outwardly, sometimes at the expense of other people's arms. "Well aren't you a sweetie. I'm Professor Horne, but you probably knew that already. Or Professor Farron if you'd like, I really don't mind either one." Her hands came up to rest on her hips. "Feel free to look around the room, the books and all that while you're here. Let me ask you, actually, is there anything you feel like is missing in the tower? Anything you wished was here? A student perspective might help my redecorating."

The room had been altered to remove the desks and have the cushions as the main seating for the class, knick knacks filling the shelves, bins full of comfort items for students at the bottom of them.

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At the request of Logan, she has left the office.
It is once again OPEN for interaction.

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Interacting | @Everly Charlton
Hex Color | #A13330

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Farron had been working on grading some homework as students came in and out during the study hours. There still weren't many that were attending, but there were a few and to her that meant the effort was a success. It also gave her extra dedicated time to work which she could sometimes struggle with. Now that she was a Professor there were other students relying on her getting her job done in a timely manner so they could know how they were doing. Late returns simply wouldn't do.

Her attention was pulled by hearing the yelp of a cat. She didn't allow pets during class, but during study hours they seemed to be helpful for some students in their effort to study. Having a non-judgmental companion could do wonders. Farron's personal pet, Stinkbug, was skittering around her office area that she had turned into a ferret den. She watched as a new arrival took her place at a desk and Farron grabbed the sign-in sheet before walking over to the girl.

"Good evening to you! And Miss or Professor is just fine. No need for both titles. Makes me sound too fancy." As the girl pulled out her inkwell she put the sign-in sheet on the desk, a sneaky way to get student's names without having to ask. "Mind signing in for me really quick? As for my day, it's going fairly well. Getting work done just as same as you. How are you? What are the plans for homework tonight?" Her eyes glanced over to the kitty who had happily curled up. "And what's the cutie's name over there?"

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Since it has been a month since I have posted, Everly has left the office.
It is once again OPEN for interaction.

June hesitated for a moment outside the door of the Astronomy Tower. She looked down at the small bouquet of flowers clutched in her left hand, and the book in her right, both wrapped with thin gold ribbon. The flowers did look a bit pathetic in June's opinion, she had picked them earlier in the day and they weren't as perky as she wished they were. But the flowers were the first thing she thought of when she decided she wanted to thank her favourite professor. The Tales of Thundelarra, her father's first book. His own imagining of the founding of the Australian quidditch team and the town that didn't believe in them. The story was a tad cheesy, June would only admit to herself, but the descriptions of the protagonist flying through the night sky were truly captivating. Phinehas Selwyn's strength truly was in writing action and adventure.

Her grasp tightened around the book. It seemed appropriate to gift her Australian professor a book set in her own country. June wondered if Professor Horne sometimes missed home. June certainly did, and her home was only in Newcastle. Being a whole ocean away from everything familiar... It sounded terrifying.

June took a deep breath, stepped inside, and walked up to Professor Horne.

"Good evening, Professor!" She held out her small gifts, slightly embarrassed. She hadn't thought this far ahead in her plan. She rocked back and forth on her heels for a moment, unsure of what to say."Um.. These are for you."

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Interacting | @June Selwyn
Hex Color | #A13330

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With summer coming up, Farron felt a bit overwhelmed with trying to get everything wrapped up properly and making sure her students were prepared for the final exams and essays that were impending or already in progress. Her hair which she couldn't be bothered with had been thrown up on top of her head wrapped in a messy, but still professional, bun. Stacks of papers seemed to exponentially grow and pots of quill ink were constantly running dry. She truly did miss muggle pens on occasion.

Her doors were still open for study hours however, and she tried to keep the stress wrapped up neatly underneath the anxiously beating heart. Her head popped up at the sweet greeting of a student. "Good evenin' to you June!" Farron took an extra beat to realize the flowers and wrapped gift she had, those didn't look like study materials but perhaps it was for Herbology? But much to her surprise, they were for her.

"For- For me?" Her hands reached out and gently took the objects. She couldn't help but be slightly bewildered. In a time where she was piling on the work on the students it seemed bizarre to give a gift. "You're such a sweetie, my goodness. The flowers look beautiful, I'll have to find a nice vase for these to be put into."

She set them aside to gently unwrap the ribbon from the book, treating it as if it could shatter at any moment. "The Tales of Thundelarra? By a... Phinehas Selwyn? Would you two happen to be related?" At this point she had a good amount of first and last names memorized, thank goodness. She thumbed through it, excited to read it no matter what it was about. "Thank you so much June, I appreciate you thinking about me." Her cheeks might just fall off from how wide she was smiling.

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Embarrassment? No, not quite. June couldn't quite find a word for it, but it's the same feeling one has when people sing "happy birthday" to you. An awkward sort of happiness or pride that has no outlet. June stood there, rocking on the balls of her feet as Professor Horne took and opened her gifts.

"You're welcome! It's just..." June took a deep breath. It wasn't like her to be flustered like this. Pull it together, Selwyn, she's just a professor, it's not like you're talking to the Minister of Magic or something. In, out. June shook her head softly, as if to physically clear out her thoughts.

"You've been such a wonderful professor while you've been here. Your homework is always thoughtful and helpful, you make learning fun and inviting, and your classroom is by far the prettiest. But I suppose that isn't entirely up to you," June laughed softly. "I just wanted to thank you, that's all. This class has made my year a lot more bearable.. ."

A wide grin speed across June's face as Professor Horne flipped through the book. "Yes, we are! He's my father, this is his first book. It's about the Australian quidditch team, the Thundelarras Thunderers? I had an extra copy with me, and thought you would enjoy a little taste of home. Do you miss it, home? Sorry, I suppose that's a bit of a personal question. Anyways, the book is quite good, but it's not his best work. Ooo, please don't tell him I said that. Still, my favourite chapter is when the lead character is flying through the night sky, and my father has the most beautiful description of the stars, and then-" June caught herself rambling. "Sorry, I guess I shouldn't give away the whole plot of the book if you're wanting to read it." She could feel her face flush, she wasn't sure if this was better or worse than fumbling through her words.