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sweetpinkpixie · 12-26-2019, 08:34 PM

And that was what had drawn him to her to start, what had helped push him out of his shell crafted in formalities and suppression. She had taught him how to do that himself...and, perhaps, he had not been ready to learn and take on the lesson. He hadn't been as strong as he thought, not as composed. He was now, so he hoped.

Smiles at her words, certain urges causing his fingers to twitch but it would be inappropriate and he had already pushed the boundaries a bit too far by embracing her and holding her against his chest. "As well as make a difference in something greater than ourselves, contributing to something," he added with thoughtful insight as his chestnut brown eyes took her in a bit more.

He felt as though she were holding back, perhaps not in the details of her life but with...something else, but did not press nor pry. He chuckled a bit under his breath at the mention of training - though the relief in her having people was a prominent undertone. Not that he doubted her ability to draw others to her, Emilia had always been immaculate in that sense. "I still share a place with Asmund. A colleague of mine at the Russian Ministry. We were at Durmstrang together though we ran very different circles there." So it was unlikely that she would recall the pale haired fellow. "Still a bit reclusive with a finite group of friends, though it expands a little on occasion because of my uncle's introductions to his former pupils. I somewhat recently taught one of them the basics of elemental magic." Which was what his fire bending and taming was all rooted in. "....and I still have not picked up a flute since...that time."

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,890 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Third Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf And that was what had drawn him to her to start, what had helped push him out of his shell crafted in formalities and suppression. She had taught him how to do that himself...and, perhaps, he had not been ready to learn and take on the lesson. He hadn't been as strong as he thought, not as composed. He was now, so he hoped. Smiles at her words, certain urges causing his fingers to twitch but it would be inappropriate and he had already pushed the boundaries a bit too far by embracing her and holding her against his chest. "As well as make a difference in something greater than ourselves, contributing to something," he added with thoughtful insight as his chestnut brown eyes took her in a bit more. He felt as though she were holding back, perhaps not in the details of her life but with...something else, but did not press nor pry. He chuckled a bit under his breath at the mention of training - though the relief in her having people was a prominent undertone. Not that he doubted her ability to draw others to her, Emilia had always been immaculate in that sense. "I still share a place with Asmund. A colleague of mine at the Russian Ministry. We were at Durmstrang together though we ran very different circles there." So it was unlikely that she would recall the pale haired fellow. "Still a bit reclusive with a finite group of friends, though it expands a little on occasion because of my uncle's introductions to his former pupils. I somewhat recently taught one of them the basics of elemental magic." Which was what his fire bending and taming was all rooted in. "....and I still have not picked up a flute since...that time." __________________ 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