open RP: office hours for Potions

[estebanmd]

It had been over a month since Stephen last held office hours, and with another class session coming up, he felt he ought to make good on the promise he had made in the sign-up sheet: that he could be consulted in his office for questions Terry could not answer

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[homsarhomsar]

Homsar blibbled into Stephen's office. He was not there for Potions office hours. In fact, he barely knew he was at a school (despite the fact that he himself was a professor!). But that was not because he was oblivious or mentally subpar. No, it was because he had far more important things on his mind. Like Jenga.

Blibbling past the chair Stephen had set out for potential visitors, Homsar went around the desk to stop beside Stephen. After a moment of staring, he opened his huge, yawning mouth and said, "DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! I'm one bad mother shut your mouth!"

[estebanmd]

"Why, Professor Homsar, this is a most pleasant surprise." Stephen essayed a phrase in the professor's native tongue, or so he thought it to be: "Kashoooooo."

[homsarhomsar]

Luckily, Stephen had said, "Kashoooooo," and not "Kashooooooooooo." The latter would have signified the presence of evil clowns. As such, however, Homsar merely stared, his bowler hat twitching slightly until it finally turned a couple of rapid 360s.

Then he uttered, "I'm the cat that won't cop out! Kashoooooo!"

[estebanmd]

"Oh, I cannot imagine your ever 'copping out'," Stephen agreed, "though I confess I am not entirely sure what that means. There are a great many things of which I am sadly ignorant, I must admit. Why, the other day I was at a loss to explain pluttification. I am sure that your arithmantic talents encompass it, whatever it may be."

[every_daae]

Christine had spent the afternoon relearning how to cook. She'd learned when she was much younger, but then she'd gone to the Conservatoire and from then on had nothing to do with ovens or pans unless they were stage props. However, after her faint on the Factory Tour, she felt that she should thank the kind gentleman who'd helped her regain consciousness (and make sure he didn't think her immoral for having been seen in her corset). Flowers did not seem appropriate, so Christine had tried her hand at baking.

After several hours, she'd emerged from the kitchen with a plate of slightly lumpy cream puffs, feeling, if not victorious then, reasonably satisfied with her attempt. She arrived at Professor Maturin's office, brushed off the excess flour from her bodice, and knocked on the door. "Professor Maturin? Are you there, Monsieur?"

[estebanmd]

Stephen came to the door readily enough. "Why, Miss Daae, it is good to see you looking so well. You have quite recovered from the events of Mr Slartibartfast's tour, I hope?"

[every_daae]

Christine winced. "Yes. I am very sorry to have caused such trouble. But it was very kind of you to ask." She hesitated a moment, and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Actually, it was on that account that I wished to see you." She then tentatively offered him the plate of cream puffs. "I hope you will accept these, so I may show my gratitude for your assistance? It was really very kind of you to help me as you did, and I am indebted to you for it." With a little hint of pride, she added, "I made them myself."

[estebanmd]

"I should not call it trouble, at all. You might consider adopting modern dress, though; it is rather less constricting, I find, and I should think it therefore more healthful, to say nothing of more convenient." He took the plate of cream puffs, looking at them curiously. They were shaped a bit differently from the cream puffs he was accustomed to seeing, and having gone to medical school in France, Stephen was well aware this was hardly a national difference in cuisine. "How very thoughtful of you. Come, shall we share them, over some tea?"

[robinthepuck]

Robin, having been sadly neglected by his mun in a bit of a funk lately, decided to get himself out and about. Signed up for potions class, he figured a chat with the sexily delicious Professor would not be amiss. Knocking lightly on said Professor's door, Robin smiled congenially and waited to be admitted.

[estebanmd]

"Come in," called Stephen, who was currently ensconced among stacks of parchment he was loath to disturb.