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sweetpinkpixie · 10-20-2025, 11:21 AM

Ugh. Did he really have to make it sound like she was some showboating ghost hunter?

Did he know sounded like every Slytherin who thought a little charm and a raised eyebrow made them profound?

"Terribly stereotypical an observation, don't you think?" she hummed while removing her glasses to wipe the lenses. "Being well-versed in literature isn’t exclusively Ravenclaw territory. Not a Ravenclaw but buries himself beneath Herbology tomes like they’re the only things keeping the world from collapsing." Honestly, he could do with a recommendations list as well - a little more perspective on the world would spare him some of his melodrama. "Ghosts aren’t as mysteries as we are lead to believe, but they aren't chemical reactions either. They do leave traces, patterns, measurable things if you pay attention. But of course, that’s far less romantic than imagining them as floating apparitions?"

Iris blinked, caught between the urge to thoroughly correct him and the faintest pull of amusement. "Hearing?" she repeated, as if testing the word on her tongue. "Not exactly the sorts of echoes I’m looking for. You do realize echoes aren’t limited to sound, yes?" She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and brushed her cheek with the back of her hand to check for flush - thankfully, that moment had seemingly passed. "I'm hoping to feel them - sample, if you will." Slipping her glasses back on, she studied him for a couple counts before speaking again. "If you're not going to accept my hospitality to procure you a reading list but still curious, you could come join me."

Instead of lurking like ... like that.

10-20-2025, 11:21 AM	#8 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,148 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth 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 Ugh. Did he really have to make it sound like she was some showboating ghost hunter? Did he know sounded like every Slytherin who thought a little charm and a raised eyebrow made them profound? "Terribly stereotypical an observation, don't you think?" she hummed while removing her glasses to wipe the lenses. "Being well-versed in literature isn’t exclusively Ravenclaw territory. Not a Ravenclaw but buries himself beneath Herbology tomes like they’re the only things keeping the world from collapsing." Honestly, he could do with a recommendations list as well - a little more perspective on the world would spare him some of his melodrama. "Ghosts aren’t as mysteries as we are lead to believe, but they aren't chemical reactions either. They do leave traces, patterns, measurable things if you pay attention. But of course, that’s far less romantic than imagining them as floating apparitions?" Iris blinked, caught between the urge to thoroughly correct him and the faintest pull of amusement. "Hearing?" she repeated, as if testing the word on her tongue. "Not exactly the sorts of echoes I’m looking for. You do realize echoes aren’t limited to sound, yes?" She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and brushed her cheek with the back of her hand to check for flush - thankfully, that moment had seemingly passed. "I'm hoping to feel them - sample, if you will." Slipping her glasses back on, she studied him for a couple counts before speaking again. "If you're not going to accept my hospitality to procure you a reading list but still curious, you could come join me." Instead of lurking like ... like that. __________________ 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