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Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Victor García Massey Ollivanders
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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf The smirk only grew. Perhaps he COULD enjoy Muggle Studies this term. Enough so to endure it until dropping it anyway.
Was this considered hazing? Eiji decided that it did not, but then again he did always tend to have a rather skewed perception on phrasing. See the entirety of his third year relations with a handful of third year girls for an illustration.
What Eiji was not getting an illustration of was why they were supposed to find the fact that muggles and wizards all slept in beds or sat on chairs as....groundbreaking information. Wasn't it...common sense?
Whatever. The task they were presented was one that he could easily manage and the professor seemed...excited enough by things to be laughable and thus Eiji's mood was somewhat placated.
Nudging Trinetta with his elbow, on the off shot she wanted to assist him in his design, Eiji got up and collected ... the postit note. WHAT had happened to regular paper?! Scrunching his face up at the sticky residue on the back - the stuff that was clinging to his fingers and literally anything it touched - Eiji made his way back to his bucket and stuck the canary yellow thing to his desk. Somewhat literally. Well...at least he didn't have to worry about it moving or some gust of wind blowing it off his desk?
And then he set to labeling his post-it.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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