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sweetpinkpixie · 01-24-2026, 08:20 AM

Was it possible to be a third wheel to second years? Actually, on second thought, no one answer that.

He offered the pair a small smile and accompanying hello just as Professor Amstern began the lesson - a topic that was much more suited to Iris and her interests than himself. History of Magic rarely felt like it wanted him the way plants ~~did~~ had, and he could only hope that something Iris had muttered over breakfast or while pacing the garden during the beginning of the summer would surface at a useful moment - enough to make him look like a fifth year with a clue, rather than… himself.

Unfortunately, the sum total of what he knew about the French wizard ended almost exactly where his Head of House’s introduction did.

His sister would most certainly agree with her housemate beside him. It was really hard to top an accomplishment in life when you have literally rewritten the rules of alchemy like Flamel did. Long like full of connections, the long life itself, both were also incredibly thoughtful answers as well - but none of them felt right for him. His thoughts kept circling the same point, the same moment in Flamel’s life, until the silence stretched long enough that his shoulders lifted on instinct. His left hand rose halfway, hesitated, then continued the rest of the way, fingers curled slightly toward his palm.

"I―um," he began, then cleared hi throat. "I think the most significant part of Flamel's life wasn't necessarily creating the stone...but choosing to give it up." He shifted in his seat a bit, left hand raking through his blond curls as he searched for his next words. "A lot of witches and wizards could make something extraordinary...something powerful, but we see time and time again that fewer numbers could live with that power for centuries and still recognize when its existence hand become... dangerous..." His brow knit faintly, lips pursed, eyes focused ahead while not being focused on anyone thing in particular. "Power has a way of changing people. Of convincing them they’re above consequence. But Flamel didn’t let the promise of forever do that. He didn’t chase immortality the way the Peverell brothers—well, two of them at least—tried to cheat death. It didn’t corrupt his judgment." He swallowed then, his words tumbling out with a hair more confidence. "When it became clear the Stone itself posed a threat, he chose to destroy it - he chose an ending. I think that... it pretty remarkable and incredibly brave of him. For Perenelle as well. Knowing when to stop, when to let go of power. Knowing when to greet Death as an old friend and to leave this life as equals."

To paraphrase the story, that is.

01-24-2026, 08:20 AM	#12 (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: 41,064 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 Was it possible to be a third wheel to second years? Actually, on second thought, no one answer that. He offered the pair a small smile and accompanying hello just as Professor Amstern began the lesson - a topic that was much more suited to Iris and her interests than himself. History of Magic rarely felt like it wanted him the way plants ~~did~~ had, and he could only hope that something Iris had muttered over breakfast or while pacing the garden during the beginning of the summer would surface at a useful moment - enough to make him look like a fifth year with a clue, rather than… himself. Unfortunately, the sum total of what he knew about the French wizard ended almost exactly where his Head of House’s introduction did. His sister would most certainly agree with her housemate beside him. It was really hard to top an accomplishment in life when you have literally rewritten the rules of alchemy like Flamel did. Long like full of connections, the long life itself, both were also incredibly thoughtful answers as well - but none of them felt right for him. His thoughts kept circling the same point, the same moment in Flamel’s life, until the silence stretched long enough that his shoulders lifted on instinct. His left hand rose halfway, hesitated, then continued the rest of the way, fingers curled slightly toward his palm. "I―um," he began, then cleared hi throat. "I think the most significant part of Flamel's life wasn't necessarily creating the stone...but choosing to give it up." He shifted in his seat a bit, left hand raking through his blond curls as he searched for his next words. "A lot of witches and wizards could make something extraordinary...something powerful, but we see time and time again that fewer numbers could live with that power for centuries and still recognize when its existence hand become... dangerous..." His brow knit faintly, lips pursed, eyes focused ahead while not being focused on anyone thing in particular. "Power has a way of changing people. Of convincing them they’re above consequence. But Flamel didn’t let the promise of forever do that. He didn’t chase immortality the way the Peverell brothers—well, two of them at least—tried to cheat death. It didn’t corrupt his judgment." He swallowed then, his words tumbling out with a hair more confidence. "When it became clear the Stone itself posed a threat, he chose to destroy it - he chose an ending. I think that... it pretty remarkable and incredibly brave of him. For Perenelle as well. Knowing when to stop, when to let go of power. Knowing when to greet Death as an old friend and to leave this life as equals." To paraphrase the story, that is. __________________ 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