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sweetpinkpixie · 01-05-2026, 01:22 AM

Noah's fingers found their way into his hair before he quite realized it, twisting a curl around his knuckle and then immediately letting it go once he realized he was doing it. "Ah... yes," he confirmed, voice almost apologetic and fingers twitching to busy themselves somewhere else. "Department of Mysteries. I, um… well... try not to lead with that. It tends to… raise questions and most of the time I quite literally cannot answer them or else risk my livelihood."

Maybe even his life. He still had not quite learned how to read Flamsteed's rather unique sense of humor

His gaze drifted after hers for a moment, landing on the pigeon across the street that was hopping along on just one leg - as though it were a perfectly reasonable focal point for this conversation. He nodded faintly at her assurance that she was not hurt, relief loosening something between his shoulders and fingers settling on the hems of his pockets.

At her next words he stilled entirely.

For a second, he didn’t say anything at all. Then he breathed out, slow and careful, and when he spoke again it was softer, steadier, like he was grounding himself in the sound of his own voice. "Thank you," he said simply. "I'm...glad...grateful, to hear that." It felt like the truest response he had. He looked at her then, like really properly looked, crisp blue eyes warm despite the nerves still buzzing under his skin. There was something different about him now, something more settled. Not louder, not bolder. Just… more certain. Of himself. Of where he stood.

"I'm… really, genuinely, really happy you're here," he added yet again, the corners of his mouth lifting in a small earnest smile. "It's... strange, how people can know you at a time when you don't even fully know yourself yet. You were one of those people for me. I've… grown since then. Quite a bit, I think. I'm sure you have done loads of growing yourself too." He hesitated, then gave a soft, almost self-conscious huff of a laugh. "It...is scary to admit aloud but...I'm even on the waiting list to adopt, if the paperwork ever decides to be kind."

The moment passed, and - true to form - he redirected, giving her an easy out from the heaviness of that particular topic.

"But...you said… accepted for a job?" Noah asked, head tilting slightly as curiosity replaced some of the anxiety. "What sort of marvelous opportunity has inspired you to come back?"

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,127 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 Noah's fingers found their way into his hair before he quite realized it, twisting a curl around his knuckle and then immediately letting it go once he realized he was doing it. "Ah... yes," he confirmed, voice almost apologetic and fingers twitching to busy themselves somewhere else. "Department of Mysteries. I, um… well... try not to lead with that. It tends to… raise questions and most of the time I quite literally cannot answer them or else risk my livelihood." Maybe even his life. He still had not quite learned how to read Flamsteed's rather unique sense of humor His gaze drifted after hers for a moment, landing on the pigeon across the street that was hopping along on just one leg - as though it were a perfectly reasonable focal point for this conversation. He nodded faintly at her assurance that she was not hurt, relief loosening something between his shoulders and fingers settling on the hems of his pockets. At her next words he stilled entirely. For a second, he didn’t say anything at all. Then he breathed out, slow and careful, and when he spoke again it was softer, steadier, like he was grounding himself in the sound of his own voice. "Thank you," he said simply. "I'm...glad...grateful, to hear that." It felt like the truest response he had. He looked at her then, like really properly looked, crisp blue eyes warm despite the nerves still buzzing under his skin. There was something different about him now, something more settled. Not louder, not bolder. Just… more certain. Of himself. Of where he stood. "I'm… really, genuinely, really happy you're here," he added yet again, the corners of his mouth lifting in a small earnest smile. "It's... strange, how people can know you at a time when you don't even fully know yourself yet. You were one of those people for me. I've… grown since then. Quite a bit, I think. I'm sure you have done loads of growing yourself too." He hesitated, then gave a soft, almost self-conscious huff of a laugh. "It...is scary to admit aloud but...I'm even on the waiting list to adopt, if the paperwork ever decides to be kind." The moment passed, and - true to form - he redirected, giving her an easy out from the heaviness of that particular topic. "But...you said… accepted for a job?" Noah asked, head tilting slightly as curiosity replaced some of the anxiety. "What sort of marvelous opportunity has inspired you to come back?" __________________ 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