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sweetpinkpixie · 11-19-2025, 03:01 AM

Bria clung to the sides of the chair like a baby bird gripping a very unsteady perch in the middle of a storm, her curls floating a little as well from the leftover static of illperformed magic. The moment the chair stopped climbing and - even better - began its gentle descent, the Gryffindor's entire body sagged with relief... just not too much so she didn't slip off the chair.

"Thank you, Professor," she breathed out. "I—I didn’t mean to do THAT much levitating. I was aiming for the pebble and... well, suppose this is why I wouldn't make a particularly good quidditch player..." She adjusted her grip as the chair drifted downward, legs tucked in so no dangling toes would get in the way of anything or anyone. But her smile, embarrassed as it was, remained earnest. "Thanks again, professor, for catching me before I became part of the ceiling décor. Everyone really DOES deserve the chance to fly though. Ten out of ten recommended!"

Her moment of defying gravity over for the time being, Bria nearly vibrated in place as Professor Menon finished the briefing. Eyes huge, pupils dilated in the exact way of a child who had just been told she could, legally and with adult supervision, play tag with magical birds. She bounced once on the balls of her feet and smoothed her palms down the front of her robes as though that would disguise the fact that she was seconds away from sprinting. So, the moment the gate clicked open, she bolted inside with the restraint of someone entering both a sanctuary and a sweet shop - which is to say, a little overbearing but not exactly bouncing off the walls.

"Okay," she whispered to herself, lowering into the world’s least effective attempt at a stealth crouch. "Hide and seek, but polite. Respectful hide and seek." She spotted her target almost immediately: a pastel-grey Diricawl perched proudly atop a mossy log, chest puffed, feathers sleek. Her breath caught at their majesty as they stood proudly atop a log as though surveying its kingdom and a faintly speckled chest caught the light just so. Bria crouched... poorly, knees wobbling with contained excitement... and began her attempt at a slow respectful approach. And just when she was close enough to perform the spell... she instinctively chirruped a greeting in what she believed was polite Diricawl.

"Chrrr-row? Chrrr-ROW-wrrp?" she trilled, arms tucked into her side and bent at the elbow so mimic some Diricawl-ly-like flapping.

11-19-2025, 03:01 AM	#30 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,845 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Third Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Bria clung to the sides of the chair like a baby bird gripping a very unsteady perch in the middle of a storm, her curls floating a little as well from the leftover static of illperformed magic. The moment the chair stopped climbing and - even better - began its gentle descent, the Gryffindor's entire body sagged with relief... just not too much so she didn't slip off the chair. "Thank you, Professor," she breathed out. "I—I didn’t mean to do THAT much levitating. I was aiming for the pebble and... well, suppose this is why I wouldn't make a particularly good quidditch player..." She adjusted her grip as the chair drifted downward, legs tucked in so no dangling toes would get in the way of anything or anyone. But her smile, embarrassed as it was, remained earnest. "Thanks again, professor, for catching me before I became part of the ceiling décor. Everyone really DOES deserve the chance to fly though. Ten out of ten recommended!" Her moment of defying gravity over for the time being, Bria nearly vibrated in place as Professor Menon finished the briefing. Eyes huge, pupils dilated in the exact way of a child who had just been told she could, legally and with adult supervision, play tag with magical birds. She bounced once on the balls of her feet and smoothed her palms down the front of her robes as though that would disguise the fact that she was seconds away from sprinting. So, the moment the gate clicked open, she bolted inside with the restraint of someone entering both a sanctuary and a sweet shop - which is to say, a little overbearing but not exactly bouncing off the walls. "Okay," she whispered to herself, lowering into the world’s least effective attempt at a stealth crouch. "Hide and seek, but polite. Respectful hide and seek." She spotted her target almost immediately: a pastel-grey Diricawl perched proudly atop a mossy log, chest puffed, feathers sleek. Her breath caught at their majesty as they stood proudly atop a log as though surveying its kingdom and a faintly speckled chest caught the light just so. Bria crouched... poorly, knees wobbling with contained excitement... and began her attempt at a slow respectful approach. And just when she was close enough to perform the spell... she instinctively chirruped a greeting in what she believed was polite Diricawl. "Chrrr-row? Chrrr-ROW-wrrp?" she trilled, arms tucked into her side and bent at the elbow so mimic some Diricawl-ly-like flapping. __________________ 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