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sweetpinkpixie · 06-10-2025, 09:36 AM

Nyle didn’t run but he DID hurry with purpose, notebook still clutched in one hand and his satchel bouncing lightly at his side. Xerxes’ words had conjured quite the mental image on the way over — taken over, exponentially, not ordinary — and while he was used to a bit of dramatic flair seeing as this WAS Hogwarts and literally the stones themselves could ooze ancient magic, it had still stirred up a quiet panic in his chest. He slowed just past the archway, steps falling silent as his gaze swept over the Indoor Garden.

Oh.

Okay, it wasn’t… devastation. Not exactly. No carnivorous vines dragging people into the walls or wild thorns snaking toward the ceiling. But the change was noticeable and in a way that prickled warmly down his spine. The plants had clearly grown and their leaves gleamed with that slightly-too-vibrant sheen again, the kind that always made him feel like they were listening, like they KNEW when he was near. Vines had curled up along the stone and spilled just slightly across the archway’s base. One pot had cracked. A bench sat overturned nearby like it had been nudged out of the way firmly but not necessarily maliciously.

Nyle stepped forward slowly, kneeling beside the window. His brow furrowed. "…Okay, yeah...I think some of...most of...this growth is coming from the pots I set here...," he murmured, reaching out to brush a finger across a shimmer-edged leaf with clear infatuation. "I DID was prep the soil with that lunar compost mix." A pause. "Oh. And I might’ve given them a diluted stimulant infusion that included some dittany for root encouragement...but I never thought they'd grow like this in jus a few months!" He picked his brain to recall when he had last spent time in here ~~with Aurora~~ and he supposed it had been over a week ago ― which was pretty embarrassing because he really needed to come in her more often to check the PH balance of soil.

He turned to Xerxes, the corners of his mouth twitching faintly upward, somewhere between apologetic and amused. "I don’t think it’s dangerous. Just… curious..." His eyes flicked to the overturned bench with a quiet wince. "Though the bench probably has a different opinion." He stood and dusted his palms on his jumper. "I’ll trim them back, gently...maybe move them to a less sunlit spot too...if I can manage to untangle them from the stone. Though I'd feel awful doing so...they seem to happy where they are and clearly they are thriving..." He paused and turned towards his younger housemate, tone much more sincere. "Looks to me like it is just plants being plants...but, you know… I get it. When you’re a first year, everything feels huge...like the castle’s watching you and every weird creak means something’s about to explode...and sometimes it actually does." The blonde offered a small sheepish smile while ruffling his hair with his other hand. "I....er....I once thought my trunk was haunted or had been possessed by something that was trying to lure me into it because I heard my name echo from it over and over again...wore the same underwear and socks for the good part of a week because I was too scared to open it. Turns out it was just an enchanted photo of mum and dad I had in a frame and forgotten I'd tucked it in there." He nudged Xerxes gently with his elbow. "So you’re not wrong for being worried. You noticed something strange and did the right thing."

He looked over at the cracked pot, then the trail of spilled peppermint root and the half-buried quill tangled under a vine. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a tendril in the air, arched delicately forward, shaped almost unmistakably like it wanted something. Nyle blinked. Very slowly, he lifted his hand and gave it a cautious high five.

06-10-2025, 09:36 AM	#13 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,465 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 Nyle didn’t run but he DID hurry with purpose, notebook still clutched in one hand and his satchel bouncing lightly at his side. Xerxes’ words had conjured quite the mental image on the way over — taken over, exponentially, not ordinary — and while he was used to a bit of dramatic flair seeing as this WAS Hogwarts and literally the stones themselves could ooze ancient magic, it had still stirred up a quiet panic in his chest. He slowed just past the archway, steps falling silent as his gaze swept over the Indoor Garden. Oh. Okay, it wasn’t… devastation. Not exactly. No carnivorous vines dragging people into the walls or wild thorns snaking toward the ceiling. But the change was noticeable and in a way that prickled warmly down his spine. The plants had clearly grown and their leaves gleamed with that slightly-too-vibrant sheen again, the kind that always made him feel like they were listening, like they KNEW when he was near. Vines had curled up along the stone and spilled just slightly across the archway’s base. One pot had cracked. A bench sat overturned nearby like it had been nudged out of the way firmly but not necessarily maliciously. Nyle stepped forward slowly, kneeling beside the window. His brow furrowed. "…Okay, yeah...I think some of...most of...this growth is coming from the pots I set here...," he murmured, reaching out to brush a finger across a shimmer-edged leaf with clear infatuation. "I DID was prep the soil with that lunar compost mix." A pause. "Oh. And I might’ve given them a diluted stimulant infusion that included some dittany for root encouragement...but I never thought they'd grow like this in jus a few months!" He picked his brain to recall when he had last spent time in here ~~with Aurora~~ and he supposed it had been over a week ago ― which was pretty embarrassing because he really needed to come in her more often to check the PH balance of soil. He turned to Xerxes, the corners of his mouth twitching faintly upward, somewhere between apologetic and amused. "I don’t think it’s dangerous. Just… curious..." His eyes flicked to the overturned bench with a quiet wince. "Though the bench probably has a different opinion." He stood and dusted his palms on his jumper. "I’ll trim them back, gently...maybe move them to a less sunlit spot too...if I can manage to untangle them from the stone. Though I'd feel awful doing so...they seem to happy where they are and clearly they are thriving..." He paused and turned towards his younger housemate, tone much more sincere. "Looks to me like it is just plants being plants...but, you know… I get it. When you’re a first year, everything feels huge...like the castle’s watching you and every weird creak means something’s about to explode...and sometimes it actually does." The blonde offered a small sheepish smile while ruffling his hair with his other hand. "I....er....I once thought my trunk was haunted or had been possessed by something that was trying to lure me into it because I heard my name echo from it over and over again...wore the same underwear and socks for the good part of a week because I was too scared to open it. Turns out it was just an enchanted photo of mum and dad I had in a frame and forgotten I'd tucked it in there." He nudged Xerxes gently with his elbow. "So you’re not wrong for being worried. You noticed something strange and did the right thing." He looked over at the cracked pot, then the trail of spilled peppermint root and the half-buried quill tangled under a vine. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a tendril in the air, arched delicately forward, shaped almost unmistakably like it wanted something. Nyle blinked. Very slowly, he lifted his hand and gave it a cautious high five. __________________ 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