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sweetpinkpixie · 07-17-2023, 02:58 PM

It was, honestly, almost pathetically comical how long it had taken him - them - to get to where they were now. Pretty exclusively his own doing thanks to his timidness and overthinking despite Phoebe (sometimes literally) knocking sense into him. He did not notice the toying with the necklace, not yet at least, seeing as he was preoccupied with his own thoughts and reflecting back on just how everything had happened. From dodging death by the wand of Neo Alliance members in a broom closet where urgency and fear of oblivion had fueled actions to now...it had been one wild journey. Thus far.

His eyes refocused on Florrie who, she may be relieved to know, he had mostly taken off his rose colored glasses towards. He realized now, understood, how often he had done this too...each and every time it resulting in an unrequited crush or heartache. Seeing people for the potential you wanted them to have and being ignorant to the person they were showing you they were was one of his vices, good in some ways and detrimental in others. He was, of course, to stubborn to believe the girl (woman) he thought Florrie was was not in there somewhere...but he was no longer holding on to her. Had not been for some time. A fist to the face would do that to a person. So, it was okay, Florrie. He had taken you off the marble pedestal a more boyish and naive Cooper sculpted your likeness upon.

"Oh...um..." he chuckled with another little rub to the back of his neck before he sat up straight again and tried to adjust his healer robes. He really needed to get these fixed before he lost circulation at the shoulders. "Perhaps? She was a year above us," he explained. Or had it been two? Time was rather muddy in hindsight and with her being held back a year. Academics and moving forward was hard for their generation. Wartime had that effect. "Her name is Olivia...if that rings a bell. She attends WADA now."

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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: 41,387 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	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf It was, honestly, almost pathetically comical how long it had taken him - them - to get to where they were now. Pretty exclusively his own doing thanks to his timidness and overthinking despite Phoebe (sometimes literally) knocking sense into him. He did not notice the toying with the necklace, not yet at least, seeing as he was preoccupied with his own thoughts and reflecting back on just how everything had happened. From dodging death by the wand of Neo Alliance members in a broom closet where urgency and fear of oblivion had fueled actions to now...it had been one wild journey. Thus far. His eyes refocused on Florrie who, she may be relieved to know, he had mostly taken off his rose colored glasses towards. He realized now, understood, how often he had done this too...each and every time it resulting in an unrequited crush or heartache. Seeing people for the potential you wanted them to have and being ignorant to the person they were showing you they were was one of his vices, good in some ways and detrimental in others. He was, of course, to stubborn to believe the girl (woman) he thought Florrie was was not in there somewhere...but he was no longer holding on to her. Had not been for some time. A fist to the face would do that to a person. So, it was okay, Florrie. He had taken you off the marble pedestal a more boyish and naive Cooper sculpted your likeness upon. "Oh...um..." he chuckled with another little rub to the back of his neck before he sat up straight again and tried to adjust his healer robes. He really needed to get these fixed before he lost circulation at the shoulders. "Perhaps? She was a year above us," he explained. Or had it been two? Time was rather muddy in hindsight and with her being held back a year. Academics and moving forward was hard for their generation. Wartime had that effect. "Her name is Olivia...if that rings a bell. She attends WADA now." __________________ 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