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sweetpinkpixie · 01-22-2026, 08:56 AM

Nyle lingered in the doorway of the History of Magic classroom for half a heartbeat longer than was necessary, as if the threshold itself might decide to swallow him whole. Nothing was wrong and that was the problem. There were no strange chill, no ominous relics humming in the corners, no illegible runes scrawled across the board, and definitely no potted plants sitting on any of the desks. Just neat rows of desks, the autumn air sitting comfortably in the room, and Professor Amstern at the front.

Professor Amstern. His Head of House.

And he knew she knew things because he had been told she would know things.

That alone was enough to make his stomach knot.

He ducked his head slightly as he stepped inside, offering a polite nod in her direction and a timid 'Hello, professor,' before fight-or-flight urged him backward, toward the safety of the last row. The back was where tall people went. The back was where you could shrink a little. Unfortunately, shrinking was no longer a luxury he had - and not just because he knew he was under the magnifying glass now. Even seated, Nyle tended to loom, all long limbs, like an overgrown plant that hadn't been pruned properly.

His eyes flicked toward Aurora - already seated, sunlight-in-human-form as usual - and for a moment he genuinely considered rerouting himself entirely just to sit beside her. The desire was immediate and embarrassingly strong. Instead, his feet lead him to the front row.

Merlin help him, the front.

A small second-year Ravenclaw girl was already seated there and even the tiniest bit of eye contact with her solidified that retreat would be rude...so he sat. The desk creaked faintly under his weight and he folded himself down with his shoulders hunched slightly beside her. Just trying to be somewhat accommodating to the first and second years especially seated behind him. He gave her a gentle smile in return and a quiet, "Hi," before reaching for his bag to begin setting his supplies out, his knuckles brushing over the bindrune pendant his uncle had given him before bringing him back home before the man needed to return to Hogwarts for the term's start - had been very persistent that he wear it on his bag at all times, and Nyle was not about to question that.

From the corner of his eye, he risked a glance toward Aurora before shifting back to his parchment to date it with his flow script.

History of Magic. What could possibly go wrong?

01-22-2026, 08:56 AM	#6 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,054 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	*SITTING BY CAT waves* [Nyle Harden, Hufflepuff]** astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Nyle lingered in the doorway of the History of Magic classroom for half a heartbeat longer than was necessary, as if the threshold itself might decide to swallow him whole. Nothing was wrong and that was the problem. There were no strange chill, no ominous relics humming in the corners, no illegible runes scrawled across the board, and definitely no potted plants sitting on any of the desks. Just neat rows of desks, the autumn air sitting comfortably in the room, and Professor Amstern at the front. Professor Amstern. His Head of House. And he knew she knew things because he had been told she would know things. That alone was enough to make his stomach knot. He ducked his head slightly as he stepped inside, offering a polite nod in her direction and a timid 'Hello, professor,' before fight-or-flight urged him backward, toward the safety of the last row. The back was where tall people went. The back was where you could shrink a little. Unfortunately, shrinking was no longer a luxury he had - and not just because he knew he was under the magnifying glass now. Even seated, Nyle tended to loom, all long limbs, like an overgrown plant that hadn't been pruned properly. His eyes flicked toward Aurora - already seated, sunlight-in-human-form as usual - and for a moment he genuinely considered rerouting himself entirely just to sit beside her. The desire was immediate and embarrassingly strong. Instead, his feet lead him to the front row. Merlin help him, the front. A small second-year Ravenclaw girl was already seated there and even the tiniest bit of eye contact with her solidified that retreat would be rude...so he sat. The desk creaked faintly under his weight and he folded himself down with his shoulders hunched slightly beside her. Just trying to be somewhat accommodating to the first and second years especially seated behind him. He gave her a gentle smile in return and a quiet, "Hi," before reaching for his bag to begin setting his supplies out, his knuckles brushing over the bindrune pendant his uncle had given him before bringing him back home before the man needed to return to Hogwarts for the term's start - had been very persistent that he wear it on his bag at all times, and Nyle was not about to question that. From the corner of his eye, he risked a glance toward Aurora before shifting back to his parchment to date it with his flow script. History of Magic. What could possibly go wrong? __________________ 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