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sweetpinkpixie · 11-05-2020, 10:55 AM

Josh really hadn't much to add to the previous discussion and his thoughts had fallen in line with those who had mentioned Voldemort. Could hardly blame the tournament for that as a Dark wizard was likely to show up anywhere and do whatever. That wasn't a Hogwarts issue or a tournament issue, just like the storm last year wasn't a Hogwarts issue. It was, well, just a wizarding world issue. So...yeah...anyway...

Remaining quiet during the whole ordeal and sort of zoning in and out of discussion while Professor Recard lectured, Josh found himself staring at the Goblet of Fire and just...picturing what pops would say should the tournament return to Hogwarts while he was still here. Sure, being a professional quidditch player and champion seeker was all the man had ever pampered him for...but there was no doubt in his mind just how much the man would have pushed and trained him up at the mere prospect of being selected as a Triwizard Champion. Ironically, Josh was just pondering over whether or not he himself had any aspirations for entering or if he would have been begrudgedly offering his name...when it was announced that that was exactly what they would be doing. Optional, of course, but it was still there. Without the pressure and without the expectation.

So...would he?

One thing he did not like about this activity was that they had to vocalize intentions...sell themselves and in front of all of their peers. Josh the Jock could do that all day...but Josh the Jock was not...Josh. More and more these days it was becoming difficult to hide this fact. So when his name was called...he felt his stomach knot and he had a split second to decide who he was going to be today. Was he going to be Josh the Jock, the almost seventeen year old hand groomed practically from the womb to be a professional quidditch player with his life and wants outlined and dictated for him by pops? Or did he want to be Joshua Alphonse Miller, the almost 17 year old who had self taught himself three musical instruments in secret and indulged in his true passion of music and the theatre when pops wasn't looking and who was, slowly, beginning to take control of his own destiny and through with playing by the rules of someone else's game.

Too late for second-guessing...too late, well, no. It wasn't quite too late for him to stop and he ought to. He'd never hit the notes that song demanded, it just was not in his range.

AnYwAy.

Before he really registered he had done it, he had a slip of paper and his name was written on it. This was entirely too much thinking for a simply activity. Entirely too much.

Did he REALLY have to speak aloud and tell her why? If the Goblet of Fire could supposedly sense intent...wasn't that enough?

"I don't...I don't really care about being a champion," says somewhat defeatedly, as though making a true soul wrenching confession. Which...he was...but not about this pseudo tournament. This went deeper than that. "I mean that...I don't care about the bling...or the titles...er...no offense to the Goblet here..." Trying to stay on track here. Obviously talking about being selected as a Champion here. Nothing else. Obviously. Yes. "What I have is resourcefulness and work ethic ... passion and drive. I'm good at spellwork...but I also don't believe that being good cuts it. Being good at something doesn't make you the best version of yourself, just being good isn't pushing yourself. Scrappy and reflex would probably describe any tactic I'd throw into the tournament...but more than a test of abilities...I see this as a test of mindset...and I know I've got that. I'm a fighter...and, well, I'm not putting my name in here so my name would be on a plaque or something in the Trophy Room here at Hogwarts for eternal glory or whatever is preached about the Goblet...I'm putting my name in...for myself." He had sort of zoned out while he was talking, thinking about pops. Thinking about how nice it would be to stick it to him and do something for himself and his own self validation for once that was recognized by others...knowing that pops hadn't touched it... "Uh...I rambled. Sorry. Uh. Here..." And then the Gryffindor quickly tossed his little piece of paper into the blue flames and, with a sheepish glance back at the woman, hurried back to his own seat.

This was fine. Cool. Cool cool cool.

11-05-2020, 10:55 AM	#45 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,469 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: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Sixth 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 Josh really hadn't much to add to the previous discussion and his thoughts had fallen in line with those who had mentioned Voldemort. Could hardly blame the tournament for that as a Dark wizard was likely to show up anywhere and do whatever. That wasn't a Hogwarts issue or a tournament issue, just like the storm last year wasn't a Hogwarts issue. It was, well, just a wizarding world issue. So...yeah...anyway... Remaining quiet during the whole ordeal and sort of zoning in and out of discussion while Professor Recard lectured, Josh found himself staring at the Goblet of Fire and just...picturing what pops would say should the tournament return to Hogwarts while he was still here. Sure, being a professional quidditch player and champion seeker was all the man had ever pampered him for...but there was no doubt in his mind just how much the man would have pushed and trained him up at the mere prospect of being selected as a Triwizard Champion. Ironically, Josh was just pondering over whether or not he himself had any aspirations for entering or if he would have been begrudgedly offering his name...when it was announced that that was exactly what they would be doing. Optional, of course, but it was still there. Without the pressure and without the expectation. So...would he? One thing he did not like about this activity was that they had to vocalize intentions...sell themselves and in front of all of their peers. Josh the Jock could do that all day...but Josh the Jock was not...Josh. More and more these days it was becoming difficult to hide this fact. So when his name was called...he felt his stomach knot and he had a split second to decide who he was going to be today. Was he going to be Josh the Jock, the almost seventeen year old hand groomed practically from the womb to be a professional quidditch player with his life and wants outlined and dictated for him by pops? Or did he want to be Joshua Alphonse Miller, the almost 17 year old who had self taught himself three musical instruments in secret and indulged in his true passion of music and the theatre when pops wasn't looking and who was, slowly, beginning to take control of his own destiny and through with playing by the rules of someone else's game. Too late for second-guessing...too late, well, no. It wasn't quite too late for him to stop and he ought to. He'd never hit the notes that song demanded, it just was not in his range. AnYwAy. Before he really registered he had done it, he had a slip of paper and his name was written on it. This was entirely too much thinking for a simply activity. Entirely too much. Did he REALLY have to speak aloud and tell her why? If the Goblet of Fire could supposedly sense intent...wasn't that enough? "I don't...I don't really care about being a champion," says somewhat defeatedly, as though making a true soul wrenching confession. Which...he was...but not about this pseudo tournament. This went deeper than that. "I mean that...I don't care about the bling...or the titles...er...no offense to the Goblet here..." Trying to stay on track here. Obviously talking about being selected as a Champion here. Nothing else. Obviously. Yes. "What I have is resourcefulness and work ethic ... passion and drive. I'm good at spellwork...but I also don't believe that being good cuts it. Being good at something doesn't make you the best version of yourself, just being good isn't pushing yourself. Scrappy and reflex would probably describe any tactic I'd throw into the tournament...but more than a test of abilities...I see this as a test of mindset...and I know I've got that. I'm a fighter...and, well, I'm not putting my name in here so my name would be on a plaque or something in the Trophy Room here at Hogwarts for eternal glory or whatever is preached about the Goblet...I'm putting my name in...for myself." He had sort of zoned out while he was talking, thinking about pops. Thinking about how nice it would be to stick it to him and do something for himself and his own self validation for once that was recognized by others...knowing that pops hadn't touched it... "Uh...I rambled. Sorry. Uh. Here..." And then the Gryffindor quickly tossed his little piece of paper into the blue flames and, with a sheepish glance back at the woman, hurried back to his own seat. This was fine. Cool. Cool cool cool. __________________ 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