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sweetpinkpixie · 07-27-2022, 10:22 AM

It was interesting, looking back, how despite astronomy being an interest of his brother's as well...Benjee had not sacrificed it in order to be ~everything his brother was not~. When he was younger he supposed the reason for that was because it was the whole family's interest and therefore not something that could be specifically compared to his brother alone. He actually, sort of, regretted those wedges that he had put in place...at least things were better now. He had learned. He liked to think he was a little more mature now. "I know how seriously you take anything you want," he countered, leaning in a bit so his cheek was nestled against her temple. In any case, another round - or several - her locating her star was officially on the agenda for the evening.

Sure of himself was probably a modest way of putting it. While he would not go so far as to call himself insecure now, life and people had humbled him a bit. Though Autumn did a very good job of skillfully stroking his ego. No complaints, none at all, obviously. So he simply smirked at her and kept on dancing. It was interesting, though he had not brought it up so bluntly to her yet, how someone who talked with such confidence had the love language of words of affirmation. He never really looked too deeply into such things, not until the knowledge was demanded in order for him to be a more effective dream somnologist. "Mmmm, that's a secret between Phoenix and myself. Wouldn't want to embarrass him before he even gets his dance." Some of it were things she had already heard before, others were not...and things he may be saving for the right moment to say. A school dance felt too cliché for it and Benjee tended to avoid doing anything that put him in that category. "What can I say, you're not the only one with fans," he mused before giving her another little spin.

Holding her close to him once more, very vivid thoughts of locker possibilities now distracting his focus and overlapping with the photo booths just over there, he leaned his head back slightly to look at her. He found himself...surprised, for some reason, that she had a bucket list of sorts specific to Hogwarts. He wasn't sure why he hadn't pictured Autumn the sort to be sentimental in that way, but it did leave him a little curious. "Oh? Like what?" Anything that also required him to properly check it off the list?

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Ironically (sorry, Freddie) Atlas hated it when people never finished their thoughts. Lisa had, however, gotten most of her sentence out...which made him curiously confused as to why she had asked someone to be her date to the dance that was so adamantly avoiding the dance floor. He decided that THAT was absolutely none of his business and he wasn't sure that any response would make him feel any more positively about things. "That's the most important thing, I would think. Feeling like yourself in what you wear." He had no real interest in fashion, but he knew what he was and wasn't comfortable in...which he felt counted for something.

WOAH! WOAH WOAH WOAH!? Atlas' eyes widened a bit and he lifted his index finger in protest to Freddie's claim. It wasn't so much that it was a preposterous notion that Lisa, or anyone else, could inspire the results of his tinkering and inventions buuuuuuuuuuuuuuut he had a certain brand of Gryffindor ego that needed its own trademark. "What? No...I mean...not really...sometimes yes," he stammered, trying to soften that blow a bit and keep himself from coming across as defensive. "Different ideas and knowledge. All that metal charming work coming from here," he added with a couple if taps to his temple. Though he could argue that Lisa had planted an idea about daydream charms in his mind, but that was a blue print that had not properly manifested itself yet and therefore would be kept close to his chest for just a little bit longer. His hand moved to the back of his neck, rubbing and scratching it a bit to keep his fingers occupied, while Lisa gushed at him a bit. His chest inflated as well, impossible not to when your hard work and vision were praised like that. "Yeah...Violet Blackthorne helped me a bit with attaching crystals. I worked all term on the design...started with something cube-like at first but...spheres are a more efficient shape...and also the shape that is relevant to all the elements...gravity and...anyway..." He was rambling and he could probably talk about the logic behind the process all night. But he did not plan on staying here all night. He was already here much longer than he had anticipated. "...the dandelion motif was...is...homage to my aunt." Auntie June who had left her post of Herbology professor and squashed even more of his motivation to do decently in the subject. Poor Sadie Kareless having to tutor both himself and his brother, they were pretty hopeless.

Glitter and dungbombs aside, the blonde found himself smiling subtle at the promise of summer hanging out. "Definitely," he nodded in agreement. And, you know what was about as subtle as Lisa's hint that she wanted to dance? Freddie's hinting about the dance floor calling. He wasn't opposed to dancing, if anything he was indifferent with his two left feet and lack of rhythm (ironic considering he had charmed his fixture to change colors in accordance TO rhythm and beats), and so he found himself nodding once again. "Seems like the only logical conclusion would be that...we dance," he suggested to Freddie first and then swiveled his head to Lisa. No where said you could only dance with one person at a time and...well...doing something that was NOT the same as everyone else was one way to make Atlas more inclined to do something. And if doing The Twist™ constituted as 'cutting a rug,' which was precisely what Atlas started to do in the moment while being completely off beat to the peppy fire-inspired song playing now, then...yes. He could do that.

Also, Freddie. No more reading.

07-27-2022, 10:22 AM	#42 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,440 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth 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 It was interesting, looking back, how despite astronomy being an interest of his brother's as well...Benjee had not sacrificed it in order to be ~everything his brother was not~. When he was younger he supposed the reason for that was because it was the whole family's interest and therefore not something that could be specifically compared to his brother alone. He actually, sort of, regretted those wedges that he had put in place...at least things were better now. He had learned. He liked to think he was a little more mature now. "*I know how seriously you take anything* you want," he countered, leaning in a bit so his cheek was nestled against her temple. In any case, another round - or several - her locating her star was officially on the agenda for the evening. Sure of himself was probably a modest way of putting it. While he would not go so far as to call himself insecure now, life and people had humbled him a bit. Though Autumn did a very good job of skillfully stroking his ego. No complaints, none at all, obviously. So he simply smirked at her and kept on dancing. It was interesting, though he had not brought it up so bluntly to her yet, how someone who talked with such confidence had the love language of words of affirmation. He never really looked too deeply into such things, not until the knowledge was demanded in order for him to be a more effective dream somnologist. "Mmmm, that's a secret between Phoenix and myself. Wouldn't want to embarrass him before he even gets his dance." Some of it were things she had already heard before, others were not...and things he may be saving for the right moment to say. A school dance felt too cliché for it and Benjee tended to avoid doing anything that put him in that category. "What can I say, you're not the only one with fans," he mused before giving her another little spin. Holding her close to him once more, very vivid thoughts of locker possibilities now distracting his focus and overlapping with the photo booths just over there, he leaned his head back slightly to look at her. He found himself...surprised, for some reason, that she had a bucket list of sorts specific to Hogwarts. He wasn't sure why he hadn't pictured Autumn the sort to be sentimental in that way, but it did leave him a little curious. "Oh? Like what?" Anything that also required him to properly check it off the list? ꕤ••┈┈┈┈┈••ꕤ Ironically (sorry, Freddie) Atlas hated it when people never finished their thoughts. Lisa had, however, gotten most of her sentence out...which made him curiously confused as to why she had asked someone to be her date to the dance that was so adamantly avoiding the dance floor. He decided that THAT was absolutely none of his business and he wasn't sure that any response would make him feel any more positively about things. "That's the most important thing, I would think. Feeling like yourself in what you wear." He had no real interest in fashion, but he knew what he was and wasn't comfortable in...which he felt counted for something. WOAH! WOAH WOAH WOAH!? Atlas' eyes widened a bit and he lifted his index finger in protest to Freddie's claim. It wasn't so much that it was a preposterous notion that Lisa, or anyone else, could inspire the results of his tinkering and inventions buuuuuuuuuuuuuuut he had a certain brand of Gryffindor ego that needed its own trademark. "What? No...I mean...not really...sometimes yes,*" he stammered, trying to soften that blow a bit and keep himself from coming across as defensive. "Different* ideas and knowledge. All that metal charming work coming from here," he added with a couple if taps to his temple. Though he could argue that Lisa had planted an idea about daydream charms in his mind, but that was a blue print that had not properly manifested itself yet and therefore would be kept close to his chest for just a little bit longer. His hand moved to the back of his neck, rubbing and scratching it a bit to keep his fingers occupied, while Lisa gushed at him a bit. His chest inflated as well, impossible not to when your hard work and vision were praised like that. "Yeah...Violet Blackthorne helped me a bit with attaching crystals. I worked all term on the design...started with something cube-like at first but...spheres are a more efficient shape...and also the shape that is relevant to all the elements...gravity and...anyway..." He was rambling and he could probably talk about the logic behind the process all night. But he did not plan on staying here all night. He was already here much longer than he had anticipated. "...the dandelion motif was...is...homage to my aunt." Auntie June who had left her post of Herbology professor and squashed even more of his motivation to do decently in the subject. Poor Sadie Kareless having to tutor both himself and his brother, they were pretty hopeless. Glitter and dungbombs aside, the blonde found himself smiling subtle at the promise of summer hanging out. "Definitely," he nodded in agreement. And, you know what was about as subtle as Lisa's hint that she wanted to dance? Freddie's hinting about the dance floor calling. He wasn't opposed to dancing, if anything he was indifferent with his two left feet and lack of rhythm (ironic considering he had charmed his fixture to change colors in accordance TO rhythm and beats), and so he found himself nodding once again. "Seems like the only logical conclusion would be that...we dance," he suggested to Freddie first and then swiveled his head to Lisa. No where said you could only dance with one person at a time and...well...doing something that was NOT the same as everyone else was one way to make Atlas more inclined to do something. And if doing The Twist™ constituted as 'cutting a rug,' which was precisely what Atlas started to do in the moment while being completely off beat to the peppy fire-inspired song playing now, then...yes. He could do that. Also, Freddie. No more reading. __________________ 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