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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Professor Cox
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne
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Fourth Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Nyle Harden
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Fifth Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Iris Harden
Ravenclaw
Fifth Year

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Calliope Barrington
Slytherin
Fourth Year

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Charles Hollingberry
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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?"
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