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sweetpinkpixie · 02-26-2026, 12:24 AM

Noah ducked his head slightly, a soft exhale leaving him as though he'd been holding that breath for years without realizing it and ruffled his untamed red curls. "I'm glad you ran into me too," he admitted, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Though perhaps next time we can attempt it with less… full-body commitment."

The attempt at humor was gentle, fond, and with a lingering concern for his more brittle physique. He let the moment linger a second longer before something practical tugged at the edge of his thoughts. The ever present awareness of time, of obligations waiting in neatly stacked parchment piles, was another intense byproduct of working in Mysteries ― particularly when his research and cataloguing shifted focus to the Time Room.

His fingers brushed at the hem of his coat as he straightened a little. "I do, unfortunately, have to head back shortly," he said with visible reluctance. "There's a bit of writing waiting for me that becomes… temperamental if ignored for too long." A small pause as he held up the bag on his person from Flourish and Blotts. "But," he added quickly, "if you're not in a hurry… I could walk you wherever you're staying.”

He glanced at her properly then, hesitating and searching for phrasing that didn't sound overly sentimental or desperate. "I'd like a few more minutes. To talk. And so I know where to send an owl that won't get tragically lost in transit again." The owl was fine, by the way. Properly returned to sender and everything.

There was something very Noah about the practicality of it. Not possessive. Not forward. Just… wanting continuity. A way to ensure this didn’t slip back into a decade or more years of silence.

"And," he added lightly, adjusting his satchel strap on his shoulder, "Diagon Alley can be treacherous terrain, as we've clearly established." His smile softened again. "If you’d allow me the honor?"

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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: 41,126 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 Noah ducked his head slightly, a soft exhale leaving him as though he'd been holding that breath for years without realizing it and ruffled his untamed red curls. "I'm glad you ran into me too," he admitted, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Though perhaps next time we can attempt it with less… full-body commitment." The attempt at humor was gentle, fond, and with a lingering concern for his more brittle physique. He let the moment linger a second longer before something practical tugged at the edge of his thoughts. The ever present awareness of time, of obligations waiting in neatly stacked parchment piles, was another intense byproduct of working in Mysteries ― particularly when his research and cataloguing shifted focus to the Time Room. His fingers brushed at the hem of his coat as he straightened a little. "I do, unfortunately, have to head back shortly," he said with visible reluctance. "There's a bit of writing waiting for me that becomes… temperamental if ignored for too long." A small pause as he held up the bag on his person from Flourish and Blotts. "But," he added quickly, "if you're not in a hurry… I could walk you wherever you're staying.” He glanced at her properly then, hesitating and searching for phrasing that didn't sound overly sentimental or desperate. "I'd like a few more minutes. To talk. And so I know where to send an owl that won't get tragically lost in transit again." The owl was fine, by the way. Properly returned to sender and everything. There was something very Noah about the practicality of it. Not possessive. Not forward. Just… wanting continuity. A way to ensure this didn’t slip back into a decade or more years of silence. "And," he added lightly, adjusting his satchel strap on his shoulder, "Diagon Alley can be treacherous terrain, as we've clearly established." His smile softened again. "If you’d allow me the honor?" __________________ 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