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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:
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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf For a moment, Iris just stared at the candle he’d nudged askew. If she were, in fact, performing a séance like he kept on insisting she was, she would have found this particular needling incredibly irritating and inconsiderate. Reckless as well, but hardly worth dwelling on the what might have been considering the circumstances.
Her jaw did tightened, however, as the gesture told her plenty about his feline personality - like one who knocked potting plants off shelves and mugs full of water off tables - and she repositioned herself with a forced roll of the shoulders and ease to her features. The temptation to push the candle back was there in principle, and to reverse his audacity, but she showed incredible restraint in the moment. "What makes you think you know anything about my needs?" she asked, tone measured but laced with something that pricked at the edges. She had had more than enough chaos the past couple of years, thank you very much. "Maybe you’re the one who could use a little more structure and a little less... whatever this is."
She paused for a beat before leaning casually back on your hands with an entirely too confident smile curling her peach glossed lips.
"Considering you just cursed yourself for at least three years in agitating the spirits with that little maneuver."
__________________ 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 |
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