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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
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| meanwhile, my 11/12 year old self is positively mortified XD astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Calliope didn’t react at first. Not to the bump, not to the teasing, not even to the smug little satisfaction in Maddox’s voice. Though she did twirl her wand between her fingers with a certain dangerous flourish a couple times before glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. How long would she serve detention for just trying her theory out with a simple point of her wand in Maddox's direction? It wasn't like a simple Finite wouldn't just set him right immediately or anything, easy fix for a well worth experiment.
And then someone else butted into the conversation, causing her head to snap around in his direction and glare - briefly - before letting that mood settle into something far more productive. Showing this older student the same polite composure she had given the professor earlier, Calliope tilted her head just slightly, as if considering their words with the utmost sincerity.
“Oh, I toooootally agree,” she said smoothly, twisting the situation to her whim like a steady kick drum beneath a chaotic melody. “That wasn’t very nice at all.” She exhaled, a small, performative sigh, before turning to Maddox with a look of exaggerated sympathy. "Everyone knows there’s no such thing as a stupid question. Just poorly thought-out answers.”
She batted her eyelashes a few times, an irritable flutter she had seem mum do on occasion when proving some point or another to day, turned back toward the fishbowl, tapping her fingers lightly against the desk - not the glass, of course - with her free hand. Her other casually practicing the pointing wand movement with a lazy flick of her wrist. She could have a whole aquarium in her dorm - Maddox and his school of tarot cards.
__________________ 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 |
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