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sweetpinkpixie · 09-07-2022, 09:23 AM

The rook piece nearly had Atlas bolting from the courtyard aaaaaaaaall the way up to the battlements, but he had fortified himself against such optimistic assumptions and expectations the last he had...er...basically done just that. Instead, the rook piece was slipped into his pocket and the rest of the box tucked under his arm as he moved about the castle to find somewhere more private for him to explore the rest of its contents. Several of the broom closets had seemed useable ... until a house elf or so was opening it up to grab something or another to clean and was therefore not conductive to his enjoyment. It was for this reason only that he now arrived at the vacant trophy room and not because he had come to look for any one name in particular nor was he here under the delusion that he might be able to absorb greatness through osmosis or anything.

Surely here, among all the glorified dust collectors and tools of manual labor detentions, he could get some more work done.

Plopping himself down in the far corner of the space, Atlas pulled his new favorite book out and read over the note written for what surely much be the 50th time since he had received the parcel not even an hour ago by owl. Plenty of this is probably not news to you, but I came across this book and knew exactly who to send it to. Affirmation achievement unlocked, for real, and his cheeks were SO red someone could easily think he were running a fever. The metal matchsticks were slipped into his pocket along with the rook chess piece and as much as he wanted to slip the very comfortable looking dark grey heather sweatshirt on NOW...he was going to wait until after a shower to do so. The chocolate frogs and fizzing whizbees would be saved for later as well. Box set aside and book in his lap now, the Gryffindor emptied his other pocket of its bits and bobs of scrap metal - some of which had been fused together, though its final intentional form still a mystery to anyone who was not himself. There miiiiiiiight be an answer somewhere here in this book to solve the problem he was having with the wings and their articulation...

Turning his third of the way completed project around in his fingers, he began to read and was quickly absorbed in his research.

09-07-2022, 09:23 AM	#2 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,387 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	roulette rp with KARLEIGH/emjay astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf The rook piece nearly had Atlas bolting from the courtyard aaaaaaaaall the way up to the battlements, but he had fortified himself against such optimistic assumptions and expectations the last he had...er...basically done just that. Instead, the rook piece was slipped into his pocket and the rest of the box tucked under his arm as he moved about the castle to find somewhere more private for him to explore the rest of its contents. Several of the broom closets had seemed useable ... until a house elf or so was opening it up to grab something or another to clean and was therefore not conductive to his enjoyment. It was for this reason only that he now arrived at the vacant trophy room and not because he had come to look for any one name in particular nor was he here under the delusion that he might be able to absorb greatness through osmosis or anything. Surely here, among all the glorified dust collectors and tools of manual labor detentions, he could get some more work done. Plopping himself down in the far corner of the space, Atlas pulled his new favorite book out and read over the note written for what surely much be the 50th time since he had received the parcel not even an hour ago by owl. Plenty of this is probably not news to you, but I came across this book and knew exactly who to send it to. Affirmation achievement unlocked, for real, and his cheeks were SO red someone could easily think he were running a fever. The metal matchsticks were slipped into his pocket along with the rook chess piece and as much as he wanted to slip the very comfortable looking dark grey heather sweatshirt on NOW...he was going to wait until after a shower to do so. The chocolate frogs and fizzing whizbees would be saved for later as well. Box set aside and book in his lap now, the Gryffindor emptied his other pocket of its bits and bobs of scrap metal - some of which had been fused together, though its final intentional form still a mystery to anyone who was not himself. There miiiiiiiight be an answer somewhere here in this book to solve the problem he was having with the wings and their articulation... Turning his third of the way completed project around in his fingers, he began to read and was quickly absorbed in his research. __________________ 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