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sweetpinkpixie · 02-11-2025, 07:05 AM

Maddox was as full of it as Zonko's the day before April Fool's. She waved a hand vaguely in his direction, as if dismissing the whole thing. â€œBy all means, keep telling me how it wasnâ€™t a big deal. Maybe if you say it enough times, Iâ€™ll start to believe it. Isn't that how self affirmations and all that are supposed to work?â€ Until the moment she lost her grip, Calliope had been flawless. Every pass, every dive, every maneuver ... sharp, calculated, executed with the kind of ease that should have made her an undeniable choice for the team. She had been proving herself, cementing what she already knew: that she belonged up there. And then - UGH. It didnâ€™t matter that she had recovered, didnâ€™t matter that she had still made the team. The fall had stained what should have been a perfect tryout, and that was the part she couldnâ€™t let go of. â€œNo one called you bitter, Maddox,â€ she pointed out, arching a brow. â€œThat was all you.â€

It was almost funny - she had been calling herself bitter in her own head, but she was fairly positive none of that had made it out into the open. So either he was deflecting, feeling some kind of way about this whole conversation, or he was just running his mouth without thinking. Likely a combination of all three. Thick a molasses in winter, seriously.

Calliopeâ€™s fingers tapped a lazy rhythm against the desk, a quiet snare roll of amusement as she glanced between Maddox and the twitchy little fish. Okay, so, the idea of him stuck in the hospital wing, half-melted and artistic like a real life Picasso or whatever, was objectively funny. But the actual thought of being responsible for it? Not so much. Not at all. Not unless he did something to truly deserve it. Her lips pressed together, stifling a laugh, and she gave her wand a slow, absentminded twirl before setting it down. â€œMm.â€ That was all the reaction he was getting.

The brunette considered her tiny fish and glanced at Maddox's latest attempt, her brow quirking at the way he aggravatedly holstered his wand. Seriously, fish were gnarly. As the professor spoke, Calliope leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow on the table as she gave the professor a considering look. She really just wanted to shout 'BECAUSE THERE IS NOT ACTUAL LIFE BEHIND THOSE UGLY NON-BLINKING EYES", but she showed some restraint in the moment. "Because magic likes to be inconvenient," she quipped dryly under her breath, though there was a thoughtful edge to her voice. She tapped her fingers against the desk before adding in a more studious manner. "Magic can only fill in the gaps so much before it just fudges the details," Calliope began with a casual flick of her fingers. "All this is just a forced imitation anyway soooooo no matter how good you are at a spell, you can't change the fact that it's still a pebble pretending to be a fish. It isn't real, and it never will be." She gestured vaguely at the nearest transfigured specimen, her nose scrunching slightly. Why were fish so...gross? "That's why you can never quite get the eyes right. There's no life behind them because there was never any life to begin with." She tilted her head, considering the concept some more and glanced very pointedly at Maddox. "Maybe human transfiguration has better oddsâ€”at least you're starting with something thatâ€™s actually alive," she mused, tossing up a set of air quotes around 'living' creature, and half laughing thinking about her tank of Maddox and his paper companions. "Unless, of course, the human you're transfiguring is dead. Then, well, guess thatâ€™s a moot point."

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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: 41,429 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 Maddox was as full of it as Zonko's the day before April Fool's. She waved a hand vaguely in his direction, as if dismissing the whole thing. â€œ*By all* means, keep telling me how it wasnâ€™t a big deal. Maybe if you say it enough times, Iâ€™ll start to believe it. Isn't that how self affirmations and all that are supposed to work?*â€ Until the moment she lost her grip, Calliope had been flawless. Every pass, every dive, every maneuver ... sharp, calculated, executed with the kind of ease that should have made her an undeniable choice for the team. She had been proving herself, cementing what she already knew: that she belonged up there. And then - UGH. It didnâ€™t matter that she had recovered, didnâ€™t matter that she had still made the team. The fall had stained what should have been a perfect tryout, and that* was the part she couldnâ€™t let go of. â€œNo one called you bitter, Maddox,â€ she pointed out, arching a brow. â€œThat was all you.â€ It was almost funny - she had been calling herself bitter in her own head, but she was fairly positive none of that had made it out into the open. So either he was deflecting, feeling some kind of way about this whole conversation, or he was just running his mouth without thinking. Likely a combination of all three. Thick a molasses in winter, seriously. Calliopeâ€™s fingers tapped a lazy rhythm against the desk, a quiet snare roll of amusement as she glanced between Maddox and the twitchy little fish. Okay, so, the idea of him stuck in the hospital wing, half-melted and artistic like a real life Picasso or whatever, was objectively funny. But the actual thought of being responsible for it? Not so much. Not at all. Not unless he did something to truly deserve it. Her lips pressed together, stifling a laugh, and she gave her wand a slow, absentminded twirl before setting it down. â€œMm.â€ That was all the reaction he was getting. The brunette considered her tiny fish and glanced at Maddox's latest attempt, her brow quirking at the way he aggravatedly holstered his wand. Seriously, fish were gnarly. As the professor spoke, Calliope leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow on the table as she gave the professor a considering look. She really just wanted to shout 'BECAUSE THERE IS NOT ACTUAL LIFE BEHIND THOSE UGLY NON-BLINKING EYES", but she showed some restraint in the moment. "Because magic likes to be inconvenient," she quipped dryly under her breath, though there was a thoughtful edge to her voice. She tapped her fingers against the desk before adding in a more studious manner. "Magic can only fill in the gaps so much before it just fudges the details," Calliope began with a casual flick of her fingers. "All this is just a forced imitation anyway soooooo no matter how good you are at a spell, you can't change the fact that it's still a pebble pretending to be a fish. It isn't real, and it never will be." She gestured vaguely at the nearest transfigured specimen, her nose scrunching slightly. Why were fish so...gross? "That's why you can never quite get the eyes right. There's no life behind them because there was never any life to begin with." She tilted her head, considering the concept some more and glanced very pointedly at Maddox. "Maybe human transfiguration has better oddsâ€”at least you're starting with something thatâ€™s actually alive," she mused, tossing up a set of air quotes around 'living' creature, and half laughing thinking about her tank of Maddox and his paper companions. "Unless, of course, the human you're transfiguring is dead. Then, well, guess thatâ€™s a moot point." __________________ 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