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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:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Her parchment was still in front of her, but Mitsuki had entirely abandoned her note taking for now as well as had completed her little Bertie Bott's doodle. Even bribery had lost its luster to a degree, particularly after Milo had reminded her and Mercer about currency being a means of control, therefore making it curious as to why Professor Holden felt as though his lesson required it in the first place. Though, perhaps, if she were to step outside of her sphere and take stock of the fact that Milo was crawling on the floor and she covering her parchment in doodles and nonsensical thoughts...perhaps she may see why the bribery to maintain focus could be necessary. However, as it were, she did not and was content to now draw on the back of her hand with her quill. The tip hurt a little as she moved it over her skin, scratching it up a bit but nothing too painful really, and she had just dipped it back into the inkwell when Mercer spoke again. She had not heard whatever question the professor had posed, but did hear the words of her friend and thus responded to that.
"I imagine some would pay a premium for such a historical artefact as that," she mused aloud, now beginning to draw a skull on her parchment opposite the box of Bertie Bott's she had drawn earlier.
She had no real thoughts to add on inflation anyway. The Holden knut held no power over her anymore...but her imagination was certainly inflating.
__________________ 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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