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sweetpinkpixie · 05-07-2025, 07:05 AM

Still brushing phantom rat germs off her shoulder, Calliope reseated herself stiffly at the Slytherin table like it was a dinner at bisnonna Tamara's. Spine rigid and jaw set, her face was mostly a mask of icy composure, but her eyes betrayed just how furious and shaken she truly was. The shriek she’d let out? Mortifying. The fall? Infuriating. But the rat?

Unforgivable.

"You can seriously be that thick, JT," she hissed, twisting slightly in her seat to look over her shoulder at him. "You brought a rat to the Feast? Into the Great Hall? Where people eat? Have you been hit by a bludger too many times? The last time I checked, pets weren’t allowed at the Feast. And... correct me if I’m wrong, which I’m not... they especially are not allowed loose in your pocket! I don't care if he is new. I hope Professor Paton noticed your inconsiderate-ness. You should give yourself detention for this, honestly. I lost points for throwing a broom at tryouts last term, and you think bringing a disease-ridden rat to a public table is less disruptive? PuhLEASE!" And WHY was no one else in an outrage over this?!

The answer was, probably, that she was outraged enough for the entire table. So much so that she did not notice any finger wiggles at her for a greeting ― not that they would have bothered her in the first place. Nothing wrong about human fingers. Human fingers were clean, predictable, and not likely to scrabble up your arm and send you tumbling off a bench. Human fingers didn’t have yellowed claws or twitchy little toes or the audacity to cling to your collar like some grotesque accessory. Frankly, more people should appreciate fingers. Fingers were useful. They gripped broomsticks during midair barrel rolls and twirled drumsticks during impromptu common room jam sessions. They were elegant, articulate, and not the stuff of nightmares. Rat claws were a violation.

As if on cue, the Headmaster’s voice rang out over the hall, signaling the official start-of-term address. Students began to quiet but Calliope couldn’t hear a word of it. Her stomach was churning, not just from leftover fear but from the thought of what else Buzz might’ve scampered across before Bryony's display of her Seeker skills and snatched him up. She sat stiffly, arms folded across her chest, legs crossed like a barricade, eyes on the empty plates in front of her but absolutely refusing to look at the food when it finally appeared. Her absolute favorites were staring back at her and all she could think about was rat feet.

Nope.

Calliope stood abruptly and slid out from the bench with all the dignity she could summon. "I’m out of here," she announced to no one in particular, though very much so at everyone who was showing her no empathy for her low grade musophobia. "I’ve lost my appetite."

And with that, she turned on her heel, not sparing a single glance back at the food, the table, and especially not at JT or his rodent. Because some things ( like reputations and feasts) were simply not compatible with vermin. Her second year was off to an absolute disastrous start and it was going to be a long night until breakfast.

05-07-2025, 07:05 AM	#15 (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	as someone who had many a pet rat, Calliope PAINS me astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Still brushing phantom rat germs off her shoulder, Calliope reseated herself stiffly at the Slytherin table like it was a dinner at bisnonna Tamara's. Spine rigid and jaw set, her face was mostly a mask of icy composure, but her eyes betrayed just how furious and shaken she truly was. The shriek she’d let out? Mortifying. The fall? Infuriating. But the rat? Unforgivable. "You can seriously be that thick, JT," she hissed, twisting slightly in her seat to look over her shoulder at him. "You brought a rat to the Feast? Into the Great Hall? Where people eat? Have you been hit by a bludger too many times? The last time I checked, pets weren’t allowed at the Feast. And... correct me if I’m wrong, which I’m not... they especially are not allowed loose in your pocket! I don't care if he is new. I hope Professor Paton noticed your inconsiderate-ness. You should give yourself detention for this, honestly. I lost points for throwing a broom at tryouts last term, and you think bringing a disease-ridden rat to a public table is less disruptive? PuhLEASE!" And WHY was no one else in an outrage over this?! The answer was, probably, that she was outraged enough for the entire table. So much so that she did not notice any finger wiggles at her for a greeting ― not that they would have bothered her in the first place. Nothing wrong about human fingers. Human fingers were clean, predictable, and not likely to scrabble up your arm and send you tumbling off a bench. Human fingers didn’t have yellowed claws or twitchy little toes or the audacity to cling to your collar like some grotesque accessory. Frankly, more people should appreciate fingers. Fingers were useful. They gripped broomsticks during midair barrel rolls and twirled drumsticks during impromptu common room jam sessions. They were elegant, articulate, and not the stuff of nightmares. Rat claws were a violation. As if on cue, the Headmaster’s voice rang out over the hall, signaling the official start-of-term address. Students began to quiet but Calliope couldn’t hear a word of it. Her stomach was churning, not just from leftover fear but from the thought of what else Buzz might’ve scampered across before Bryony's display of her Seeker skills and snatched him up. She sat stiffly, arms folded across her chest, legs crossed like a barricade, eyes on the empty plates in front of her but absolutely refusing to look at the food when it finally appeared. Her absolute favorites were staring back at her and all she could think about was rat feet. Nope. Calliope stood abruptly and slid out from the bench with all the dignity she could summon. "I’m out of here," she announced to no one in particular, though very much so at everyone who was showing her no empathy for her low grade musophobia. "I’ve lost my appetite." And with that, she turned on her heel, not sparing a single glance back at the food, the table, and especially not at JT or his rodent. Because some things ( like reputations and feasts) were simply not compatible with vermin. Her second year was off to an absolute disastrous start and it was going to be a long night until breakfast. __________________ 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