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sweetpinkpixie · 01-04-2026, 01:58 PM

So much for reading.

Iris huffed softly and closed her book with one finger marking the page for now. It wasn't as if she would really lose her place anyway - she was barely five pages into the text. "Conversations tend to… escalate rapidly around here. Honestly a shorter leap than some I've had the unfortunate pleasure of overhearing." Especially not when her uncle was brought into the conversation - could she please transfigure herself into a fly so she could be on the wall for when they dared ask him to teach them to brew a hair dye solution?

The fifth year adjusted her glasses and nodded. "My twin is in a different house too. Really not as dramatic as it sounds when you consider meals, classes, clubs, the library… you end up tripping over each other constantly. Houses just decide where you sleep, not who you keep." Which would have been the moment to inspire a glance over at the Hufflepuff table to check on Nyle, but she couldn't risk it and allow her gaze to wander towards the emerald and silver.

She paused, briefly considering ending the conversation there... but that felt a touch too cold, even by her own pragmatic standards and especially with a first year. Iris softened almost imperceptibly. "What about you?" she asked instead. "What are you reading?"

It had always seemed to her that you could learn an astonishing amount about someone from the books they chose. Sharing a title was a bit like sharing art: an unspoken invitation into how a person thought, what they lingered over, what parts of the world (or themselves) they were drawn to. A small glimpse of the soul offered between covers and binding.

01-04-2026, 01:58 PM	#12 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,305 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 So much for reading. Iris huffed softly and closed her book with one finger marking the page for now. It wasn't as if she would really lose her place anyway - she was barely five pages into the text. "Conversations tend to… escalate rapidly around here. Honestly a shorter leap than some I've had the unfortunate pleasure of overhearing." Especially not when her uncle was brought into the conversation - could she please transfigure herself into a fly so she could be on the wall for when they dared ask him to teach them to brew a hair dye solution? The fifth year adjusted her glasses and nodded. "My twin is in a different house too. Really not as dramatic as it sounds when you consider meals, classes, clubs, the library… you end up tripping over each other constantly. Houses just decide where you sleep, not who you keep." Which would have been the moment to inspire a glance over at the Hufflepuff table to check on Nyle, but she couldn't risk it and allow her gaze to wander towards the emerald and silver. She paused, briefly considering ending the conversation there... but that felt a touch too cold, even by her own pragmatic standards and especially with a first year. Iris softened almost imperceptibly. "What about you?" she asked instead. "What are you reading?" It had always seemed to her that you could learn an astonishing amount about someone from the books they chose. Sharing a title was a bit like sharing art: an unspoken invitation into how a person thought, what they lingered over, what parts of the world (or themselves) they were drawn to. A small glimpse of the soul offered between covers and binding. __________________ 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