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sweetpinkpixie · 01-21-2026, 06:32 AM

Noah's shoulders eased further at her quick agreement, a faint, relieved smile flickering across his face. "Thank you," he smiled. "I appreciate that." Compliments still sat oddly on him, but he inclined his head all the same. "And—ah—thank you. I don't know that my individual work measures up much compared to others but...I hope it makes a difference."

He listened without interrupting, blue eyes attentive and warm as she spoke, the way they always had been when he was younger - like every word mattered because it came from her. When she laughed - properly laughed - something bright and unmistakable crossed his expression, as though the sound itself had unlocked a memory he hadn't realized he'd been so feverently holding onto.

It wasn't that Noah lacked laughter in his life now. He had learned, over time, that joy still came, just... differently. More spaced out. Heavier with context. Victoria, the little sister he'd once been certain he never wanted and determined to deny the existence of, had arrived like a quiet miracle, undoing him in all the right ways and teaching him how to heal into the man he was standing here as now. He really should invite her over for dinner again soon. Indigo was a constant... kind and capable... but their bond had shifted into something strictly professional, at least as Noah understood it. Peggy lingered in his thoughts with fondness, though time and circumstance had complicated what once felt simple. Still, she remained someone he trusted, whose smile could warm him from the inside out. Aboli existed in a shared history of mutual unraveling and survival, a connection forged at their worst.

And then there were the others. Arsène - proof that a single word, red, could still threaten to buckle his knees and tempt him to make poor choices. Alexandre, once his closest companion, now someone he might pass on the street without recognition. Belle, too, a lingering question mark... whether she could ever accept the person Noah had taken so long to accept himself.

It was heartbreaking, how much could change. And yet... beautiful, too.

Because here was Anna. Still herself, and yet not. Someone who had known him before he had words for who he was, and who now stood before him with a life of her own, intersecting with his once more. Maybe this was a chance not to reclaim what had been, but to see who they had both become, and to build something gentler and truer on that foundation.

"Curse Reversal…" he echoed softly, reverently, as if tasting the words. His brows lifted, impressed in a way he didn't bother trying to hide. "That's... positively extraordinary, Anna. Do you...well, I suppose you must...but if you don't have a new wax seal made yet in honor of your new status, for work correspondences and such, it would be my honor to fix one for you."At the mention of her father, his fingers twitched again toward his hair before settling instead at his side. "I do remember," he said. "You used to talk about it with that look... like you were already halfway there in your head. Even if, maybe, back then, you may not have been completely certain." He smiled at her, genuine and proud. "I hope it's everything you hoped it would be."

For a moment, he simply sat there, letting the quiet realization that the people they had been were not lost, only… layered beneath who they were now. Noah said again, softer this time, steady. "London's… better with you in it. If it is not too bold of me to say and..." he trailed off, almost shyly, before adding, "...if you, well, if you ever want a familiar face while you're re-settling, I'd like formally offer my services."

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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: 41,120 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 shoulders eased further at her quick agreement, a faint, relieved smile flickering across his face. "Thank you," he smiled. "I appreciate that." Compliments still sat oddly on him, but he inclined his head all the same. "And—ah—thank you. I don't know that my individual work measures up much compared to others but...I hope it makes a difference." He listened without interrupting, blue eyes attentive and warm as she spoke, the way they always had been when he was younger - like every word mattered because it came from her. When she laughed - properly laughed - something bright and unmistakable crossed his expression, as though the sound itself had unlocked a memory he hadn't realized he'd been so feverently holding onto. It wasn't that Noah lacked laughter in his life now. He had learned, over time, that joy still came, just... differently. More spaced out. Heavier with context. Victoria, the little sister he'd once been certain he never wanted and determined to deny the existence of, had arrived like a quiet miracle, undoing him in all the right ways and teaching him how to heal into the man he was standing here as now. He really should invite her over for dinner again soon. Indigo was a constant... kind and capable... but their bond had shifted into something strictly professional, at least as Noah understood it. Peggy lingered in his thoughts with fondness, though time and circumstance had complicated what once felt simple. Still, she remained someone he trusted, whose smile could warm him from the inside out. Aboli existed in a shared history of mutual unraveling and survival, a connection forged at their worst. And then there were the others. Arsène - proof that a single word, red, could still threaten to buckle his knees and tempt him to make poor choices. Alexandre, once his closest companion, now someone he might pass on the street without recognition. Belle, too, a lingering question mark... whether she could ever accept the person Noah had taken so long to accept himself. It was heartbreaking, how much could change. And yet... beautiful, too. Because here was Anna. Still herself, and yet not. Someone who had known him before he had words for who he was, and who now stood before him with a life of her own, intersecting with his once more. Maybe this was a chance not to reclaim what had been, but to see who they had both become, and to build something gentler and truer on that foundation. "Curse Reversal…" he echoed softly, reverently, as if tasting the words. His brows lifted, impressed in a way he didn't bother trying to hide. "That's... positively extraordinary, Anna. Do you...well, I suppose you must...but if you don't have a new wax seal made yet in honor of your new status, for work correspondences and such, it would be my honor to fix one for you."At the mention of her father, his fingers twitched again toward his hair before settling instead at his side. "I do remember," he said. "You used to talk about it with that look... like you were already halfway there in your head. Even if, maybe, back then, you may not have been completely certain." He smiled at her, genuine and proud. "I hope it's everything you hoped it would be." For a moment, he simply sat there, letting the quiet realization that the people they had been were not lost, only… layered beneath who they were now. Noah said again, softer this time, steady. "London's… better with you in it. If it is not too bold of me to say and..." he trailed off, almost shyly, before adding, "...if you, well, if you ever want a familiar face while you're re-settling, I'd like formally offer my services." __________________ 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