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sweetpinkpixie · 02-11-2025, 08:50 AM

Calliope snorted with laughter, genuinely entertained by his dramatics - ones she had done nothing but enable, which was simply beside the point. "I like the sound of that, clearly on your way with that whole writing career," she teased with a little nudge. "I'll make sure that trophy extra special." And by she she meant her mum and all the serious Italian flair that came with her being the outlandishly extra human being that she was. Seriously, every birthday outdid the last to the point that mum and dad were either buying or renting out small islands for their soirees with enough food to feed the whole Ministry. If it wasnâ€™t over-the-top, it wasnâ€™t worth doing. That was her mum, her parents, for sure. And now, Alaric just might get to experience that level of "extra." She almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

Calliope shot him a playful, sideways glance as his words landed. Yes, please continue to sing her praises and use all the right words, Alaric. "Duh," she hummed, patting her pockets for a pen or a half broken quill that she could use. "In fact...here," she continued, grabbing his hand and flipping it over so she could write directly on his palm. It really played out a whole lot better in her head than in reality though, the tip of the self-inking quill not really liking the texture of human skin, as her signature appeared in disjointed splotches across his palm. You could make out a 'C' and maybe the 'p' in her name...that one swirl was most likely a B...eh, you knew what you were looking at if you knew. "A priceless one, for the books," she winked, leaning back again and grinning at him.

Calliope stretched where she sat, legs sprawling over his waist and feeling as though the energy of their banter winding down - and really it was no wonder given the time - but it was clear that she was enjoying this moment...every playful word, every spark of challenge. With a wry smile, she shot him one last glance before collecting her legs to stand up. "Well, I better head back to my dorm so I can have any hope of coming down from this high and getting a decent night's beauty sleep," she winked and then gave a mock salute. "See you at breakfast, Signore Scribe."

And with that, she turned toward the door, already thinking about the chaos and glory waiting ahead - both in the sky and on the ground.

02-11-2025, 08:50 AM	#17 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,536 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	figured we ought to wind down so we can launch into THE PLAN astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Calliope snorted with laughter, genuinely entertained by his dramatics - ones she had done nothing but enable, which was simply beside the point. "I like the sound of that, clearly on your way with that whole writing career," she teased with a little nudge. "I'll make sure that trophy extra special." And by she she meant her mum and all the serious Italian flair that came with her being the outlandishly extra human being that she was. Seriously, every birthday outdid the last to the point that mum and dad were either buying or renting out small islands for their soirees with enough food to feed the whole Ministry. If it wasnâ€™t over-the-top, it wasnâ€™t worth doing. That was her mum, her parents, for sure. And now, Alaric just might get to experience that level of "extra." She almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Calliope shot him a playful, sideways glance as his words landed. Yes, please continue to sing her praises and use all the right words, Alaric. "Duh," she hummed, patting her pockets for a pen or a half broken quill that she could use. "In fact...here," she continued, grabbing his hand and flipping it over so she could write directly on his palm. It really played out a whole lot better in her head than in reality though, the tip of the self-inking quill not really liking the texture of human skin, as her signature appeared in disjointed splotches across his palm. You could make out a 'C' and maybe the 'p' in her name...that one swirl was most likely a B...eh, you knew what you were looking at if you knew. "*A priceless* one, for the books," she winked, leaning back again and grinning at him. Calliope stretched where she sat, legs sprawling over his waist and feeling as though the energy of their banter winding down - and really it was no wonder given the time - but it was clear that she was enjoying this moment...every playful word, every spark of challenge. With a wry smile, she shot him one last glance before collecting her legs to stand up. "Well, I better head back to my dorm so I can have any hope of coming down from this high and getting a decent night's beauty sleep," she winked and then gave a mock salute. "See you at breakfast, Signore Scribe.**" And with that, she turned toward the door, already thinking about the chaos and glory waiting ahead - both in the sky and on the ground. __________________ 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