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sweetpinkpixie · 04-06-2022, 07:37 AM

Knowing he would be entirely too fidgety and incapable of holding any semblance of conversation before ticking this item off what remained of his Hogwarts Bucket List carefully crafted with Celyn, Cooper loosened his Ravenclaw tie a bit and approached the pedestal and felt a lightness on his shoulders rather than the heavy weight he had all to often felt while walking the corridors over the years. The Cooper Emilio Branxton that had transferred would have fretted so much about family legacy and spent all his breaks between NEWTs revisions to work on and outline the perfect entry for this book he had grown up hearing about. A self-inflicted pressure to compose words worthy of a legacy arguably started by his grandmother as a former headmistress and continued by his mum and dad who were basically Hogwarts royalty as far as his warm chocolate brown eyes could see. Aunt Vivi and Uncle Max as well. It had not been difficult to find their names in the trophy room and other remnants of their presence at Hogwarts all those moon’s ago. He had often pictured this moment, this night, as something he would be anxious for. A night he would have reservations and feel a real reluctance to leave. As had his entire time at Hogwarts gone, his expectations had not been met…but they had not been disappointed either.

Things simply had panned out differently and new paths forward unlocked.

Burden free as he dipped the quill into the inkwell, his fingers swiftly flipping back to find his mum and dad’s entries specifically to read, the only emotion he could pin down was excitement. Excited to put some final punctuation on his journey here at Hogwarts and ready for the blank pages that life after Hogwarts offered. Dad’s entry was first and there was a youthfulness to the tone, an almost lack of maturity …in a good way… that Cooper had not anticipated but found very refreshing. His heart swelled a bit and his rubbed his nose to muffle a small sniffle as he read over the advice potion of dad’s stream of consciousness writing. Like father, like son…and it was at that moment Cooper realized just how much like his dad he was. Something he yearned for, fervently, had been so worried about not fulfilling ... but the evidence was right there in what dad was taking away from his time here. The same kind of lessons this Ravenclaw had learned as well.

Well…save for the whole…boyfriend thing. That was a role Cooper had yet to step into. Someday though. Someday soon.

Smiling to himself, Cooper took the quill out of the inkwell and tapped it on the rim while he moved on to mum’s entry…which was much shorter than dad’s and brought another smile to his face and a bit of some tender nose rubbing. He couldn’t wait to be home and have some of her cooking - no offense, house elves. Mum’s advice about seeing the best in situations out of your control struck a particular cord and memory upon memory of his life her at Hogwarts since his transfer came flooding back. “...thanks mum…” he whispered to the page while touching her signature. Thanks for letting him convince her to let him come to Hogwarts despite all her reservations and giving him the chance to learn all these lessons himself. The way Aunt Elodie’s entry had spoken about mum was…really special too, her advice infallible. Best friends. Cooper still counted dad as one of his, but along his Hogwarts journey he had gained two more. One he was lucky enough to be moving in with once they finalized some logistics on their flat (which really meant once Cooper finalized a few things and ran them by Theo for a final seal of approval).

He had not anticipated the words of Morgan McCarthy ressonnating with him, but life was full of plenty of surprises and, well, yeah...it HAD been real and the flip side was looking real good right about now. He would also be giving Phoebe a big hug next time he saw her to let her know that she did an outstanding job letting people know...and also remind her and Teddy that they mattered. He may not be jumping on tables and belting out tunes, but Cooper nonetheless had grown into the sentiment Kale radiated so effortlessly and, yeah, Cecelia...it sure had taken some bumps and bruises from making the choice between a bad and worse option to get there. Growing up was hard...and they all still had so much of that to do. He couldn't wait to keep doing that with all of them outside of the Hogwarts bubble.

There was no hesitation in his movements as he put the quill to his blank page after reading Aunt Vivi, Uncle Max, and so many others from that particular generation of Hogwarts students. He had woken up a couple of days ago knowing exactly what he wanted to say and put in this Memory Book. Something which apparently was aligned with Uncle West and Uncle Ascanius too, somewhat. The gluing of a photograph into the entry specifically - one he had taken and developed this morning, actually, so there was still the faint smell of developing solution clinging to the print.

Quote:

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so take from this what you need and pay forward the rest:

Class of 2107
Ravenclaw Storyteller & Bard
Yearbook photographer
Witch Weekly’s 21 Under 21: Young People Shaping Tomorrow

Smiling and satisfied, Cooper set the quill back in place and stepped away from the pedestal for the next seventh year to pick up and utilize. He hoped his siblings, cousins, and friends would see his entry when their time came and take from it their own ride on an emotional wave, just as his own reflections of his parents' and family friends' entries had swept him up in. Anyone who took the time to look at his humble entry for that matter. He hoped to leave an impression and cause a pause for reflection. A quiet moment to consider and appreciate the self for the journey to this point and what was to come.

Knocking on the pedestal's top a few times, Cooper stepped away and began his journey back to the Ravenclaw table. He did not know what came next, but he was okay with the ambiguity of his future. Tonight was about the moment and he intended to spend his last hours left at Hogwarts as a student living in it.

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The Cooper Emilio Branxton that had transferred would have fretted so much about family legacy and spent all his breaks between NEWTs revisions to work on and outline the perfect entry for this book he had grown up hearing about. A self-inflicted pressure to compose words worthy of a legacy arguably started by his grandmother as a former headmistress and continued by his mum and dad who were basically Hogwarts royalty as far as his warm chocolate brown eyes could see. Aunt Vivi and Uncle Max as well. It had not been difficult to find their names in the trophy room and other remnants of their presence at Hogwarts all those moon’s ago. He had often pictured this moment, this night, as something he would be anxious for. A night he would have reservations and feel a real reluctance to leave. As had his entire time at Hogwarts gone, his expectations had not been met…but they had not been disappointed either. Things simply had panned out differently and new paths forward unlocked. Burden free as he dipped the quill into the inkwell, his fingers swiftly flipping back to find his mum and dad’s entries specifically to read, the only emotion he could pin down was excitement. Excited to put some final punctuation on his journey here at Hogwarts and ready for the blank pages that life after Hogwarts offered. Dad’s entry was first and there was a youthfulness to the tone, an almost lack of maturity …in a good way… that Cooper had not anticipated but found very refreshing. His heart swelled a bit and his rubbed his nose to muffle a small sniffle as he read over the advice potion of dad’s stream of consciousness writing. Like father, like son…and it was at that moment Cooper realized just how much like his dad he was. Something he yearned for, fervently, had been so worried about not fulfilling ... but the evidence was right there in what dad was taking away from his time here. The same kind of lessons this Ravenclaw had learned as well. Well…save for the whole…boyfriend thing. That was a role Cooper had yet to step into. Someday though. Someday soon. Smiling to himself, Cooper took the quill out of the inkwell and tapped it on the rim while he moved on to mum’s entry…which was much shorter than dad’s and brought another smile to his face and a bit of some tender nose rubbing. He couldn’t wait to be home and have some of her cooking - no offense, house elves. Mum’s advice about seeing the best in situations out of your control struck a particular cord and memory upon memory of his life her at Hogwarts since his transfer came flooding back. “...thanks mum…” he whispered to the page while touching her signature. Thanks for letting him convince her to let him come to Hogwarts despite all her reservations and giving him the chance to learn all these lessons himself. The way Aunt Elodie’s entry had spoken about mum was…really special too, her advice infallible. Best friends. Cooper still counted dad as one of his, but along his Hogwarts journey he had gained two more. One he was lucky enough to be moving in with once they finalized some logistics on their flat (which really meant once Cooper finalized a few things and ran them by Theo for a final seal of approval). He had not anticipated the words of Morgan McCarthy ressonnating with him, but life was full of plenty of surprises and, well, yeah...it HAD been real and the flip side was looking real good right about now. He would also be giving Phoebe a big hug next time he saw her to let her know that she did an outstanding job letting people know...and also remind her and Teddy that they mattered. He may not be jumping on tables and belting out tunes, but Cooper nonetheless had grown into the sentiment Kale radiated so effortlessly and, yeah, Cecelia...it sure had taken some bumps and bruises from making the choice between a bad and worse option to get there. Growing up was hard...and they all still had so much of that to do. He couldn't wait to keep doing that with all of them outside of the Hogwarts bubble. There was no hesitation in his movements as he put the quill to his blank page after reading Aunt Vivi, Uncle Max, and so many others from that particular generation of Hogwarts students. He had woken up a couple of days ago knowing exactly what he wanted to say and put in this Memory Book. Something which apparently was aligned with Uncle West and Uncle Ascanius too, somewhat. The gluing of a photograph into the entry specifically - one he had taken and developed this morning, actually, so there was still the faint smell of developing solution clinging to the print. Quote: They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so take from this what you need and pay forward the rest: Class of 2107 Ravenclaw Storyteller & Bard Yearbook photographer Witch Weekly’s 21 Under 21: Young People Shaping Tomorrow Smiling and satisfied, Cooper set the quill back in place and stepped away from the pedestal for the next seventh year to pick up and utilize. He hoped his siblings, cousins, and friends would see his entry when their time came and take from it their own ride on an emotional wave, just as his own reflections of his parents' and family friends' entries had swept him up in. Anyone who took the time to look at his humble entry for that matter. He hoped to leave an impression and cause a pause for reflection. A quiet moment to consider and appreciate the self for the journey to this point and what was to come. Knocking on the pedestal's top a few times, Cooper stepped away and began his journey back to the Ravenclaw table. He did not know what came next, but he was okay with the ambiguity of his future. Tonight was about the moment and he intended to spend his last hours left at Hogwarts as a student living in 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