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sweetpinkpixie · 01-29-2024, 05:38 AM

She did offer a small smile to Aryan when he addressed her counter argument and despite the professor encouraging them to continue to debate with one another...she was feeling rather exhausted in the brain. But he HAD confirmed, again, in a roundabout way that wizardingkind held those prejudices and were likewise narrowminded and hitherto the Statute only continued to serve those! At least that was the narrative she was telling herself while maintaining the role and position she had been temporarily asked to play. It was a good and important exercise, you know? Being able to look at both sides of an issue and discuss things thoroughly. Intellectual empathy! The fifth year nodded in acknowledgement and then turned her attention back to the professor who was blessedly moving things along.

And could she please give the one younger Slytherin a hug or at least one of her painted rocks? She loathed that she was making him sink into his seat like that and look so trounced and dejected. She, truly, was not built for this kind of activity.

To say Anna was RELIEVED that they they were putting topic number one to rest and moving on to the next was an understatement. There was a reason why Magical Debate had never made it to her excessive list of extracurriculars. It had been interesting though and, again, she was truly in awe at the minds of her peers. Like...like like like liiiiiiiiiiiiiiike everyone's perspectives and reasonings were truly fascinating, even the people who very obviously were displeased with the stance they were asked to take for the sake of the exercise and for analytical growth.

She always had something to say, but she was really feeling the intellectual strain this go around despite the prompt being a much smaller issue by comparison. Uniforms were, again, something she hardly considered and had just accepted as a norm - neither a big deal that they wore them nor would it be a big deal if they did not have them. She really did not feel very strongly either way but did disagree with Maria wholeheartedly about uniforms stifling her personal style and self expression. Uniforms were like a blank canvas which meant that everything else about her was be the paint...except she was meant to be AGREEING with her peer and not disagreeing since they were on the same side of the room soooooo she was going to need to take another moment to think.

....but first...

"...professor...are you okay?" she stage whispered while glancing nervously back and forth between her, the sleeve of her majestic purple robes, and the Goblet that had burped out the latest piece of paper in a very explosive way.

She was a little to focused on the Goblet and wondering it it was going to burp out flames again to really pay much heed to anything else being said. Oops.

01-29-2024, 05:38 AM	#73 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,390 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 did offer a small smile to Aryan when he addressed her counter argument and despite the professor encouraging them to continue to debate with one another...she was feeling rather exhausted in the brain. But he HAD confirmed, again, in a roundabout way that wizardingkind held those prejudices and were likewise narrowminded and hitherto the Statute only continued to serve those! At least that was the narrative she was telling herself while maintaining the role and position she had been temporarily asked to play. It was a good and important exercise, you know? Being able to look at both sides of an issue and discuss things thoroughly. Intellectual empathy! The fifth year nodded in acknowledgement and then turned her attention back to the professor who was blessedly moving things along. And could she please give the one younger Slytherin a hug or at least one of her painted rocks? She loathed that she was making him sink into his seat like that and look so trounced and dejected. She, truly, was not built for this kind of activity. To say Anna was RELIEVED that they they were putting topic number one to rest and moving on to the next was an understatement. There was a reason why Magical Debate had never made it to her excessive list of extracurriculars. It had been interesting though and, again, she was truly in awe at the minds of her peers. Like...like like like liiiiiiiiiiiiiiike everyone's perspectives and reasonings were truly fascinating, even the people who very obviously were displeased with the stance they were asked to take for the sake of the exercise and for analytical growth. She always had something to say, but she was really feeling the intellectual strain this go around despite the prompt being a much smaller issue by comparison. Uniforms were, again, something she hardly considered and had just accepted as a norm - neither a big deal that they wore them nor would it be a big deal if they did not have them. She really did not feel very strongly either way but did disagree with Maria wholeheartedly about uniforms stifling her personal style and self expression. Uniforms were like a blank canvas which meant that everything else about her was be the paint...except she was meant to be AGREEING with her peer and not disagreeing since they were on the same side of the room soooooo she was going to need to take another moment to think. ....but first... "...professor...are you okay?" she stage whispered while glancing nervously back and forth between her, the sleeve of her majestic purple robes, and the Goblet that had burped out the latest piece of paper in a very explosive way. She was a little to focused on the Goblet and wondering it it was going to burp out flames again to really pay much heed to anything else being said. Oops. __________________ 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