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sweetpinkpixie · 09-16-2022, 09:52 PM

She certainly did not disagree, therefore he had nothing to worry about with regards to her stealing it from him. Ever, as far as she was concerned. Her nose tickled while she watched him as he flipped through her work, many inked sketches of the backs of heads or almost profiles surrounded by dreamy watercolor sequences in which the majority utilized her salt technique. The only mild surprise may be the sheer number of sleeping portraits there were of a certain older Gryffindor by the name of Yumeki Kawatani. There were sketches of sections of the Hogwarts architecture, but never a fully realized portion as each section faded into watercolor and lines never fully closed. It was nice to have someone showing such a genuine interest and enthusiasm in what she enjoyed and she did not realize she had begun to smile a little more prominently as Mercer's continued to leaf through.

Her nose, however, was really starting to itch and rubbing it with her palm simply agitated the sensation further.

Every intention of showing Mercer the same diligence in examining his work, Mitsuki found her eyes watering a bit as the itch became insatiable and as soon as she opened her mouth to compliment him and instead sneezed. Loudly. While she had not felt her nose expel anything (because it had not) the thought that she had ruined Mercer's hard work with her bodily fluids was quite unpleasant. However, when the moment passed and the tingle in her nose subsided...her blurred vision was greeted with the sight of Mercer's map wafting up on the air just above their heads and in her hands a bouquet of light blue hydrangeas (her favorite), white roses, and white snapdragons that had seemingly manifested itself out of thin air.

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,262 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 She certainly did not disagree, therefore he had nothing to worry about with regards to her stealing it from him. Ever, as far as she was concerned. Her nose tickled while she watched him as he flipped through her work, many inked sketches of the backs of heads or almost profiles surrounded by dreamy watercolor sequences in which the majority utilized her salt technique. The only mild surprise may be the sheer number of sleeping portraits there were of a certain older Gryffindor by the name of Yumeki Kawatani. There were sketches of sections of the Hogwarts architecture, but never a fully realized portion as each section faded into watercolor and lines never fully closed. It was nice to have someone showing such a genuine interest and enthusiasm in what she enjoyed and she did not realize she had begun to smile a little more prominently as Mercer's continued to leaf through. Her nose, however, was really starting to itch and rubbing it with her palm simply agitated the sensation further. Every intention of showing Mercer the same diligence in examining his work, Mitsuki found her eyes watering a bit as the itch became insatiable and as soon as she opened her mouth to compliment him and instead sneezed. Loudly. While she had not felt her nose expel anything (because it had not) the thought that she had ruined Mercer's hard work with her bodily fluids was quite unpleasant. However, when the moment passed and the tingle in her nose subsided...her blurred vision was greeted with the sight of Mercer's map wafting up on the air just above their heads and in her hands a bouquet of light blue hydrangeas (her favorite), white roses, and white snapdragons that had seemingly manifested itself out of thin air. __________________ 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