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Cooper hummed in understanding at her response, easily picking up on the hint of bitterness in her voice. Allergies - unfortunate but not something totally untreatable. A thought crossed his mind then, but he hesitated to say anything outright since he had been given his fair share of slaps on the wrist over the years for butting into and imposing advice unto others - especially those not actively seeking advice and simply wishing to put down some thoughts weighing them down. It was this uncertainty that had him often asking others if they needed solutions or a shoulder. Instead, he opted for a story. “I had a friend once who desperately wanted a crup but was allergic. Properly miserable around them - puffy eyes, sneezing, the whole kitten kaboodle...or, er, cruppy kaboodle, I suppose . Ended up committing to an allergy potion just to keep one, but it was a whole thing, you know? Trying to remember doses, making sure he had it brewed in advance and done so properly.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “I think it was worth it in the end, but still...wasn’t for everyone.” He offered her a knowing smile, one of quiet camaraderie. “In any case, twenty sounds like a solid plan. I find them to be excellent judges of character, even if their sass can often get in the way of proper ear scratches and cuddles.”
As they approached feline enclosure, the cat in question stretched luxuriously before trotting up to the glass, tail held high, and squeaked at them. Cooper crouched down, tapping gently against the door before unfastening the latch and lifting Tofu out with practiced ease. The feline immediately relaxed in his arms, pressing his little nose against Cooper’s chin before blinking lazily at Quinn. “I think he likes you already, though no real surprise there,” he noted, carefully offering the warm bundle of fur towards her waiting hands. "Besides being an excellent judge of character, he is also a total ham."
At her question, Cooper tilted his head slightly, eyebrows lifting in recognition. “Ravenclaw, yeah. Graduated in 2107.” An unspoken understanding came with that graduation date - those years marked by the resurgence of pureblood supremacy and the destruction it left in its wake. "I ... take it you went too, then?” His warm brown eyes flickered over her features, his mental catalog of faces flipping through pages as he searched for a match - and, unfortunately not finding one...which was as disappointing as it was embarrassing considering how much portraiture he had practice in his later terms. Those terms where he had gotten over his fear of disappointing the subject in not perfectly capturing their essence.
It was one thing to capture fleeting moments,you see, but quite another when friends asked him to take headshots for modeling and acting auditions - suddenly, his lens carried the weight of their dreams, sending him spiraling into a panicked pursuit of perfection.
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