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sweetpinkpixie · 06-21-2023, 11:38 PM

The upcoming holiday was not one that often, if ever, occupied the Ravenclaw's mind. It was not to be contrary, though some would assume this to be the case, but she just never quite could grasp why humanity as a collective had decided that this was the 'best' day to highlight the human affection. The social construct and emphasis on marketing confused, even more so that in the West there was no White Day. The inconsistencies were perhaps the most interesting aspect of it all and capable of holding her attention on the rare occasion. More so than anything else, February 14th was her oldest sister's birthday and that was where any innate focus went.

Stepping into the Charms classroom, Mitsuki made no assumptions out of the paired seating. Many of their lessons consisted of working in pairs regardless, so why would this set up be particularly unique? The decorations did draw her attention briefly, itching her subconscious and making her a little hungry, but the fifth year was soon moving forward towards the open seat beside Mercer without much additional thought. The professor did receive a small bow of the head in greeting before she sat. Whilst in the middle of setting her things out on her desk, her gaze shifted towards Mercer and his wrinkled brow...which she then felt a certain inclination to smooth and did so by reaching forward and rubbing the space between his eyebrows with the tips of her fingers.

The Fox was here as well. She would do well not to disturb the natural balance of things this time - though she did come prepared with extra parchment should such events come to pass.

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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: 41,467 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 The upcoming holiday was not one that often, if ever, occupied the Ravenclaw's mind. It was not to be contrary, though some would assume this to be the case, but she just never quite could grasp why humanity as a collective had decided that this was the 'best' day to highlight the human affection. The social construct and emphasis on marketing confused, even more so that in the West there was no White Day. The inconsistencies were perhaps the most interesting aspect of it all and capable of holding her attention on the rare occasion. More so than anything else, February 14th was her oldest sister's birthday and that was where any innate focus went. Stepping into the Charms classroom, Mitsuki made no assumptions out of the paired seating. Many of their lessons consisted of working in pairs regardless, so why would this set up be particularly unique? The decorations did draw her attention briefly, itching her subconscious and making her a little hungry, but the fifth year was soon moving forward towards the open seat beside Mercer without much additional thought. The professor did receive a small bow of the head in greeting before she sat. Whilst in the middle of setting her things out on her desk, her gaze shifted towards Mercer and his wrinkled brow...which she then felt a certain inclination to smooth and did so by reaching forward and rubbing the space between his eyebrows with the tips of her fingers. The Fox was here as well. She would do well not to disturb the natural balance of things this time - though she did come prepared with extra parchment should such events come to pass. __________________ 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