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sweetpinkpixie · 05-02-2025, 11:56 PM

Calliope had just managed to wrestle her mood into something neutral by pulling her drumsticks out and practicing a bit on the edge of the table (plates made for decent cymbals when there were no other option) when her left drumstick splintered mid-rhythm against. The echo had still been satisfyingly loud and she still had spares in her trunk, so it was a decent sacrifice to her boredom. Less so was the seam of her robes just under her armpit suddenly splitting with a soft riiiiiiiiiiiiiip as she lifted her arms up above her head to stretch. "Brilliant, she muttered just as someone behind her shifted and elbowed her clean in the back of the head. "Hey—watch it, broom-for-brains!" she snapped without looking.

And then JT plopped himself down nearby with all the energy of a puppy in a storm. Listen, she liked her teammate. She respected him. She appreciated sharing the skies with him but her perception of her teammate was about to take a nosedive faster than a Seeker going for a snitch because a black rat launched itself out of JT’s robe and onto the table. Calliope froze. So did her voice. Her expression warped slowly into horror. "What," she said flatly, "is that."

Rhetorical question. She knew what a rat was.

It was that moment that the black monstrosity chose that moment to launch into a full sprint across the tabletop, claws ticking against the surface in a rhythm that the second year could appreciate if it were not attached to fur and beady eyes. Calliope screamed. Loudly. "SOMEONE HEX IT."

She jolted upright so fast her knee cracked against the underside of the table, and she swore under her breath, grabbing a drumstick instinctively like it was her wand. "I swear to Circe, JT, if that THING touches me—" But rats did not care about threats, especially not this one and the Slytherin would argue it was missing a whole lot in translation seeing as it LEAPT onto her shoulder next. Calliope shrieked... again... and spun in a circle like a malfunctioning ballerina figure in music box. She tripped as the backs of her knees collided with the bench, caught herself on someone's sleeve, but it was too late to deny gravity of its prize and she practically somersaulted backwards over the bench to the floor of the Great Hall along with a goblet that looked like it was inspired by a leaky cauldron and certainly would not be holding any pumpkin juice now. Her cheeks were flushed, hair slightly wild, the drumstick still clutched in her fist like she was ready to duel. "This," she hissed, jabbing the drumstick at the table for emphasis, "is why those things should not be kept in pockets. Or castles. Or anywhere near me."

With one last disgruntled exhale, she pulled herself up from the ground, adjusting the knot of her tie like it had personally wronged her. "Letting vermin climb the Slytherin table like it's a bloody obstacle course..." she grumbled, keeping her one arm pressed firmly to her side to hid the tear that had happened earlier ― back when her life had been rat-free and nurturing a healthy appetite. "That GREMLIN better be off the table!"

Preferably dead too but she miraculously managed to keep that to herself. Didn't everyone know rats were to blame for spreading the Black Death?!

The next person to bring out a THING was getting a free solo performance. On their head.

05-02-2025, 11:56 PM	#7 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,539 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	did someone call for someone with a fear of rats...or literally anything with fur :3 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Calliope had just managed to wrestle her mood into something neutral by pulling her drumsticks out and practicing a bit on the edge of the table (plates made for decent cymbals when there were no other option) when her left drumstick splintered mid-rhythm against. The echo had still been satisfyingly loud and she still had spares in her trunk, so it was a decent sacrifice to her boredom. Less so was the seam of her robes just under her armpit suddenly splitting with a soft riiiiiiiiiiiiiip as she lifted her arms up above her head to stretch. "Brilliant, she muttered just as someone behind her shifted and elbowed her clean in the back of the head. "Hey—watch it, broom-for-brains!" she snapped without looking. And then JT plopped himself down nearby with all the energy of a puppy in a storm. Listen, she liked her teammate. She respected him. She appreciated sharing the skies with him but her perception of her teammate was about to take a nosedive faster than a Seeker going for a snitch because a black rat launched itself out of JT’s robe and onto the table. Calliope froze. So did her voice. Her expression warped slowly into horror. "What," she said flatly, "*is that." Rhetorical question. She knew what a rat was. It was that moment that the black monstrosity chose that moment to launch into a full sprint across the tabletop, claws ticking against the surface in a rhythm that the second year could appreciate if it were not attached to fur and beady eyes. Calliope screamed. Loudly. "SOMEONE HEX IT." She jolted upright so fast her knee cracked against the underside of the table, and she swore under her breath, grabbing a drumstick instinctively like it was her wand. "I swear to Circe, JT, if that THING* touches me—" But rats did not care about threats, especially not this one and the Slytherin would argue it was missing a whole lot in translation seeing as it LEAPT onto her shoulder next. Calliope shrieked... again... and spun in a circle like a malfunctioning ballerina figure in music box. She tripped as the backs of her knees collided with the bench, caught herself on someone's sleeve, but it was too late to deny gravity of its prize and she practically somersaulted backwards over the bench to the floor of the Great Hall along with a goblet that looked like it was inspired by a leaky cauldron and certainly would not be holding any pumpkin juice now. Her cheeks were flushed, hair slightly wild, the drumstick still clutched in her fist like she was ready to duel. "This," she hissed, jabbing the drumstick at the table for emphasis, "is why those things should not be kept in pockets. Or castles. Or anywhere near me." With one last disgruntled exhale, she pulled herself up from the ground, adjusting the knot of her tie like it had personally wronged her. "Letting vermin climb the Slytherin table like it's a bloody obstacle course..." she grumbled, keeping her one arm pressed firmly to her side to hid the tear that had happened earlier ― back when her life had been rat-free and nurturing a healthy appetite. "That GREMLIN better be off the table!**" Preferably dead too but she miraculously managed to keep that to herself. Didn't everyone know rats were to blame for spreading the Black Death?! The next person to bring out a THING was getting a free solo performance. On their head. __________________ 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