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Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Victor García Massey Ollivanders
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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf An astute observation, Mercer. It was quite true. From what she had gathered in her only half listening of the discussion regarding inflation of the galleon and what not, it all seemed rather subjective and within the control of a finite number of people who were either willing to shovel out more or not. Referencing the government did little to pull her interest either, though perhaps it ought to with her grandfather being the Minister for Magic. Such sentiments were further solidified when the professor declare his Holden Knuts (oh yes, those had been a thing) to be worth less than they had been the start of class, so it made it easier to disregard those. Between herself, Mercer, and Milo perhaps they had enough of the pseudo currency to turn in at the end of class for something to split among the three of them - a solution to the problem of inflation.
But, she digressed and shifted her focus exclusively on her friends who were scheming something far more interesting than what was going on elsewhere.
"Astral," she corrected Mercer fondly despite the internal grimace at the nickname. It was a Mercer exclusive. And it seemed Mercer was already in agreement about pooling their assets together, so she felt no further need to bring up such sentiments in their non-debate. "Dystyl Phaelanges has many skulls."
__________________ 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
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