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sweetpinkpixie · 06-12-2020, 11:46 PM

Know what things were utterly worthless? Remembralls. Turning red when you had forgotten something was a cute little novelty he supposed and he had one that he kept with him during brewing on the OFF CHANCE that he missed something and therefore it would turn red and he could pause to reevaluate things...but what was the bloody point of them when they were red all the DAMN time? He wasn't even sure why he had one in his pocket still other than it had always been there and maybe it was out of habit. Or maybe it was still there because it had been there already and he saw no purpose in removing it nor entirely why it had been there in the first place.

Um.

Anyway.

He had also taken to habit of keeping his time table in his pocket, a handwritten one that he could pull out whenever his hands were shoved into his pockets - which was often. Only issue was remembering what day it was. He had also forgotten his wand but that didn't even matter given the circumstances of Hogwarts presently.

He was struggling to see the point of lessons when he could hardly remember what he had studied last night and it had Eiji in an even worse mood than he already was, and had been, all term. But as he entered the dueling area - which had been his third stop that morning while checking his time table and visiting other subjects slotted at this hour - he glanced at his hand and something he had had written there: de Talone.

.....why was that written on his skin?

Approahing the headmaster and greeting him in the usual manner with a small bow of the head, he looked at his hand and deduced that he had clearly written this here for a reason and vaaaaaaaaaguely recalled doing so over breakfast while reflecting back on his mum an dad's time at Hogwarts. Time.

....de Talone was...uh...a thief of some sort. But got away?

"....I think I'm meant to ask you something about de Talone, headmaster," the seventh year said skeptically as he looked at his hand again and then back to the man himself. "Perhaps it was pertinent to today's lesson?" Though he was not sure why the headmaster would trust him with information like this but...anyway. There it was?

Blinking a few times, he moved once more on comfortable instinct and found himself standing beside Missa. Where he felt...right.

........wait...where was his bag?

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,466 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Know what things were utterly worthless? Remembralls. Turning red when you had forgotten something was a cute little novelty he supposed and he had one that he kept with him during brewing on the OFF CHANCE that he missed something and therefore it would turn red and he could pause to reevaluate things...but what was the bloody point of them when they were red all the DAMN time? He wasn't even sure why he had one in his pocket still other than it had always been there and maybe it was out of habit. Or maybe it was still there because it had been there already and he saw no purpose in removing it nor entirely why it had been there in the first place. Um. Anyway. He had also taken to habit of keeping his time table in his pocket, a handwritten one that he could pull out whenever his hands were shoved into his pockets - which was often. Only issue was remembering what day it was. He had also forgotten his wand but that didn't even matter given the circumstances of Hogwarts presently. He was struggling to see the point of lessons when he could hardly remember what he had studied last night and it had Eiji in an even worse mood than he already was, and had been, all term. But as he entered the dueling area - which had been his third stop that morning while checking his time table and visiting other subjects slotted at this hour - he glanced at his hand and something he had had written there: de Talone. .....why was that written on his skin? Approahing the headmaster and greeting him in the usual manner with a small bow of the head, he looked at his hand and deduced that he had clearly written this here for a reason and vaaaaaaaaaguely recalled doing so over breakfast while reflecting back on his mum an dad's time at Hogwarts. Time. ....de Talone was...uh...a thief of some sort. But got away? "....I think I'm meant to ask you something about de Talone, headmaster," the seventh year said skeptically as he looked at his hand again and then back to the man himself. "Perhaps it was pertinent to today's lesson?" Though he was not sure why the headmaster would trust him with information like this but...anyway. There it was? Blinking a few times, he moved once more on comfortable instinct and found himself standing beside Missa. Where he felt...right. ........wait...where was his bag? __________________ 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