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sweetpinkpixie · 01-29-2026, 06:00 AM

Nyle felt the weight in his chest loosen just a fraction at Professor Amstern's response. Not relief, exactly, but something adjacent to it. He tucked that away quietly, like a the numerous pressed leaf between pages of his textbooks and notebooks alike he hadn't the heart to take out yet.

Then came the description of the activity... and his attention sharpened.

Potions and chess.

Well. That was… well... that was something, for sure.

His gaze flicked briefly toward the newly conjured door, then back to his desk. Potions had never been his strongest subject with it being too exacting and too unforgiving of wandering thoughts, but chess, well, he had a decent head for patterns. Still, the word endgame made his stomach give a small and traitorous flip.

Endings seemed to be a theme today, yeesh.

Nyle hesitated, fingers curling against the edge of the desk. Working alone meant fewer variables, fewer chances of letting someone down. It was safer. It was also… lonely, in a way that felt particularly loud after everything that had already been discussed.

He risked a glance sideways, the instinct to gravitate toward Aurora was immediate and embarrassingly strong, his head and neck already angling her way like a plant leaning toward the light. Or maybe the two second years beside him would get the wrong idea and attempt to recruit him under the tragic misconception that tall automatically meant big and strong.

When he stood, unfolding himself carefully from his chair, he felt every inch of his height and tried not to apologize for it with his posture. He lingered a moment at the edge of the forming queue, Merlin willing he not overthink himself into paralysis before he even crossed the threshold.

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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: 41,466 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 Nyle felt the weight in his chest loosen just a fraction at Professor Amstern's response. Not relief, exactly, but something adjacent to it. He tucked that away quietly, like a the numerous pressed leaf between pages of his textbooks and notebooks alike he hadn't the heart to take out yet. Then came the description of the activity... and his attention sharpened. Potions and chess. Well. That was… well... that was something, for sure. His gaze flicked briefly toward the newly conjured door, then back to his desk. Potions had never been his strongest subject with it being too exacting and too unforgiving of wandering thoughts, but chess, well, he had a decent head for patterns. Still, the word endgame made his stomach give a small and traitorous flip. Endings seemed to be a theme today, yeesh. Nyle hesitated, fingers curling against the edge of the desk. Working alone meant fewer variables, fewer chances of letting someone down. It was safer. It was also… lonely, in a way that felt particularly loud after everything that had already been discussed. He risked a glance sideways, the instinct to gravitate toward Aurora was immediate and embarrassingly strong, his head and neck already angling her way like a plant leaning toward the light. Or maybe the two second years beside him would get the wrong idea and attempt to recruit him under the tragic misconception that tall automatically meant big and strong. When he stood, unfolding himself carefully from his chair, he felt every inch of his height and tried not to apologize for it with his posture. He lingered a moment at the edge of the forming queue, Merlin willing he not overthink himself into paralysis before he even crossed the threshold. __________________ 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