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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
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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf The crackle of the fireplace had been steady background noise for the better part of an hour, punctuated only by the soft scratch of quill on parchment and the occasional sigh that suggested OWL revision was not, in fact, a thrilling pastime nor was the Hufflepuff any closer to understanding the same couple of paragraphs he had been reading over and over again.
Nyle had claimed the armchair nearest the hearth earlier that afternoon, long legs folded awkwardly to fit the space with his shoes nestled on the floor in front of him, books and notes arranged in careful, color-coded stacks on the low table beside him. Defensive Magical Theory lay open across his knee, though his attention had drifted more than once to the way the flames shifted and curled.
He reached into his pocket absently and rolled the small pinecone there between his fingers. It was nothing special, really. Just something he'd picked up near the greenhouses weeks ago ― a grounding thing. He shifted to reach for another roll of parchment when the pinecone slipped free and his the floor with a soft wooden tick and bounced several times before rolling away towards a girl who had just settled in with a book nearly the size of her torso.
Nyle froze mid-reach and straightened while offering an apologetic sheepish smile. "Sorry," he said quietly. "It seems I've lost custody of that." He gestured faintly toward the pinecone. "Do you mind?"
__________________ 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 |
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