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sweetpinkpixie · 02-23-2026, 09:45 AM

Cox had just begun to consider whether the time had come to unholster his wand when the activity answered that question for him.

Miss García-Massey's incantation rang out with all the subtlety of a exploding cauldron. His hazel gaze swiveled toward the young Gryffindor even before the spell left her wand. Marina was many things—energetic, bold, committed—but stealthy was not presently among them.

One smooth sidestep to the right and red paint streaked past where he had been, striking the broad trunk behind him with a wet splatter. Cox glanced at the crimson smear now decorating the bark and chuckled. It had been a bold valiant effort, truly.

His wand slipped from the wrist holster in one fluid motion and two sharp precise flicks followed

"Pingo purple."

What? Professors were allow to show a little pride for themselves as well, were they not?

The first shot arced cleanly toward Miss García-Massey. The second followed a heartbeat later toward Miss Webb, who had just sent a bright streak of blue across the clearing with visible delight and announced her location. It seemed appropriate to lump the duo together.

He did not wait to see whether either connected as splat of green interrupted the moment. His eyes dropped down and there, bright against the tawny brown of his boots, was a smear of green paint across the side of his shoe.

Slowly, his gaze lifted toward Mr. Hensley, who appeared to be scrambling from behind cover with far less composure than he believed himself to possess. The game, it seemed, had indeed properly begun.

Without raising his voice, without hurrying, he adjusted his stance and began walking—not running—further into the clearing.

■□□■

The sharp crack of 'Pingo yellow!' split through the trees and Calliope didn’t think before moving.

The streak of yellow paint came slicing through the brush toward where she'd been a heartbeat earlier, but she was already twisting sideways in an exaggerated somersault. The spell burst against bark instead, splattering bright yellow across green from her earlier range check.

"Oh yessss," she hissed under her breath. "Finally."

She planted one foot against the fallen log she'd tagged earlier and vaulted, using the momentum to swing herself up and over in one fluid motion rather than ducking back into cover. Leaves scattered beneath her trainers as she landed in a low crouch, hand brushing earth just long enough to steady—

—and then she saw him.

A grin flashed across her face and, instead of retreating, Calliope charged forward straight through the uneven terrain using speed as both shield and weapon. She zig-zagged just enough to make herself an irritating target while closing the distance far more aggressively than necessary for a 'friendly match'.

"PINGO GREEN!"

The spell snapped from her wand mid-stride, aimed squarely at Apollo as she continued to advance after casting. Hide-and-seek was for people who enjoyed waiting―aka NOT her.

■□□■

Iris had just identified a cluster of low-hanging branches dense enough to provide partial cover when a sequence of unmistakable auditory disasters announced themselves behind her: the snap of a twig, the crunch of leaves, and the scatter of pebbles.

She closed her eyes briefly, almost bracing for the incoming Pingo that would surely hit her square between the shoulders soon. To her relief, it didn't. Instead she heard her name and turned turned smoothly, expression composed despite the fact that she had just nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Zephyr," she replied, with a nervous smile he approached. She studied him for half a second — wand ready, enthusiasm undampened, noise level catastrophic. "That would be... strategically sound," she conceded. "Provided we operate with some degree of coordination." Her gaze flicked past him, scanning the treeline automatically before returning. "Do you have a plan," she asked, her voice lowering instinctively as she stepped closer and leaned into his space, "or a specific target in mind?"

02-23-2026, 09:45 AM	#10 (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: 41,108 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	weeeeeeeeeee! astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Cox had just begun to consider whether the time had come to unholster his wand when the activity answered that question for him. Miss García-Massey's incantation rang out with all the subtlety of a exploding cauldron. His hazel gaze swiveled toward the young Gryffindor even before the spell left her wand. Marina was many things—energetic, bold, committed—but stealthy was not presently among them. One smooth sidestep to the right and red paint streaked past where he had been, striking the broad trunk behind him with a wet splatter. Cox glanced at the crimson smear now decorating the bark and chuckled. It had been a bold valiant effort, truly. His wand slipped from the wrist holster in one fluid motion and two sharp precise flicks followed "Pingo purple." What? Professors were allow to show a little pride for themselves as well, were they not? The first shot arced cleanly toward Miss García-Massey. The second followed a heartbeat later toward Miss Webb, who had just sent a bright streak of blue across the clearing with visible delight and announced her location. It seemed appropriate to lump the duo together. He did not wait to see whether either connected as splat of green interrupted the moment. His eyes dropped down and there, bright against the tawny brown of his boots, was a smear of green paint across the side of his shoe. Slowly, his gaze lifted toward Mr. Hensley, who appeared to be scrambling from behind cover with far less composure than he believed himself to possess. The game, it seemed, had indeed properly begun. Without raising his voice, without hurrying, he adjusted his stance and began walking—not running—further into the clearing. ■□□■ The sharp crack of 'Pingo yellow!' split through the trees and Calliope didn’t think before moving. The streak of yellow paint came slicing through the brush toward where she'd been a heartbeat earlier, but she was already twisting sideways in an exaggerated somersault. The spell burst against bark instead, splattering bright yellow across green from her earlier range check. "Oh yessss," she hissed under her breath. "*Finally." She planted one foot against the fallen log she'd tagged earlier and vaulted, using the momentum to swing herself up and over in one fluid motion rather than ducking back into cover. Leaves scattered beneath her trainers as she landed in a low crouch, hand brushing earth just long enough to steady— —and then she saw him. A grin flashed across her face and, instead of retreating, Calliope charged forward straight through the uneven terrain using speed as both shield and weapon. She zig-zagged just enough to make herself an irritating target while closing the distance far more aggressively than necessary for a 'friendly match'. "PINGO GREEN!" The spell snapped from her wand mid-stride, aimed squarely at Apollo as she continued to advance after casting. Hide-and-seek was for people who enjoyed waiting―aka NOT her. ■□□■ Iris had just identified a cluster of low-hanging branches dense enough to provide partial cover when a sequence of unmistakable auditory disasters announced themselves behind her: the snap of a twig, the crunch of leaves, and the scatter of pebbles. She closed her eyes briefly, almost bracing for the incoming Pingo that would surely hit her square between the shoulders soon. To her relief, it didn't. Instead she heard her name and turned turned smoothly, expression composed despite the fact that she had just nearly jumped out of her skin. "Zephyr," she replied, with a nervous smile he approached. She studied him for half a second — wand ready, enthusiasm undampened, noise level catastrophic. "That would be... strategically sound," she conceded. "Provided we operate with some degree of coordination." Her gaze flicked past him, scanning the treeline automatically before returning. "Do you have a plan," she asked, her voice lowering instinctively as she stepped closer and leaned into his space, "or a specific target in 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