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sweetpinkpixie · 06-24-2023, 04:03 AM

Mitsuki was neither a fan nor a 'hater' when it came to the holiday. She was, perhaps, less of a fan of this particular line of thought. Particularly those responses that involved loud volumes or other more flamboyant forms of expression. It was clear that it was a form of expression that suited their personalities, which was all fine and well and Mitsuki saw no qualms about that per say. There was a deeper imbedded dislike for such forms of expression that she would much rather not discuss at this time.

Mercer did, somewhat, elicit a small laugh from her. It was more of a wistful exhale and upwards curvature of the lips than an audible giggle, but still present as the class discussion continued. Mercer mentioning the conjuration of flowers reminded her of her Peeves bestowed ability of creating flower crowns whenever she sneezed. He had been tickled by her ability then, so it was no surprise he mentioned flowers now. It tickled her a bit as well...until he mentioned it being exhausting and her attention snapped to look at him with a scrutinizing brow. What did that mean?

Thoughts of flower crowns, ones made of daffodils specifically, pushed from her mind for the time being, Mitsuki continued to study Mercer for a couple prolonged moments while her classmates continue to share and repeat ideas with one another until she heard someone (the parchment boy) mention the Cheering Charm and she found herself voicing an opinion.

"A Cheering Charm mimics an emotional response, a magical emotional manipulation. Gray in casting and overly sour." At least to her palate it was incredibly sour.

06-24-2023, 04:03 AM	#24 (permalink)
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 Mitsuki was neither a fan nor a 'hater' when it came to the holiday. She was, perhaps, less of a fan of this particular line of thought. Particularly those responses that involved loud volumes or other more flamboyant forms of expression. It was clear that it was a form of expression that suited their personalities, which was all fine and well and Mitsuki saw no qualms about that per say. There was a deeper imbedded dislike for such forms of expression that she would much rather not discuss at this time. Mercer did, somewhat, elicit a small laugh from her. It was more of a wistful exhale and upwards curvature of the lips than an audible giggle, but still present as the class discussion continued. Mercer mentioning the conjuration of flowers reminded her of her Peeves bestowed ability of creating flower crowns whenever she sneezed. He had been tickled by her ability then, so it was no surprise he mentioned flowers now. It tickled her a bit as well...until he mentioned it being exhausting and her attention snapped to look at him with a scrutinizing brow. What did that mean? Thoughts of flower crowns, ones made of daffodils specifically, pushed from her mind for the time being, Mitsuki continued to study Mercer for a couple prolonged moments while her classmates continue to share and repeat ideas with one another until she heard someone (the parchment boy) mention the Cheering Charm and she found herself voicing an opinion. "A Cheering Charm mimics an emotional response, a magical emotional manipulation. Gray in casting and overly sour." At least to her palate it was incredibly sour. __________________ 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