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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:
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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Atlas had been miserable the entire month, ever since they had started brewing their respective polyjuice potions in fact. The Gryffindor hated it...everything about the assignment now that he knew what he knew. Someone had brewed this very thing...and gone around as his own father for who knows how long. He felt nauseous even thinking about it...how many times this impostor had hugged him and Aries, listen to them cry over whatever, pretending like they cared. Then there was the whole headmaster polyjuice situation which, thankfully in retrospect, the Gryffindor had very little experience with. It was just another harsh reminder that what they were brewing with for a CLASS and for HOMEWORK was...harmful. Unfathomably so.
And stepping into the classroom to see all these ancient films being projected on the screen was not helping maters...nor was the fact that Nemesis Upstead still lurking in the general doorway along with Bernie.
Did this mean he...shouldn't sit either? With Professor Williamson under lock and key especially, the first year wanted to continue to trust Professor Varma...but this polyjuice business felt like it was inviting...bad things. After all, everything could possibly go wrong with a bunch of teenagers and polyjuice. So ... all in all he did not end up offering any sort of greeting and instead sort of just lurked behind Bernie and Nemesis like a little Gryffindor shadow.
He was also pretty sure that his potion was not even remotely brewed correctly.
__________________ 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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