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sweetpinkpixie · 03-24-2026, 05:27 AM

Nyle blinked at that—she'd heard of him?—and for half a heartbeat his stomach dropped in that awful, reflexive way that assumed the worst before anything else could take root. But he didn't let it show, beyond the faint hitch in his breath t... and the way his shoulders held just a fraction tighter for a couple breaths.

"Cat," he echoed, the tension easing almost immediately as recognition settled in properly this time. "Right! My sister has mentioned you." There was a small, warmer note there now that he had pieced together where the younger Claw had heard about him. A little lighter but, well, his twin did not always paint him in the most flattering of light either. "Iris," he added, just in case, though it felt unnecessary. He lifted a hand in return of her wave,his smile softening into something easier. "It's nice to properly meet you... without the blue beard and such."

Not that he had heard about that from Iris. He had eyes, after all, and it had been a noticeable event at the start-of-term feast.

He huffed a quiet breath through his nose, something almost like a laugh but gentler. "That's… kind of you to say," he murmured. "Mum would agree, about it not being unflattering." So would Aurora, he was certain. "Except when it's time to eat and then its straight to a thorough scrubdown."

His gaze dipped briefly as she leaned forward, and he didn't pull his hands away or tuck them out of sight. If anything, he turned one slightly, as though presenting the evidence without quite meaning to. Clean. No soil caught beneath the nails, no faint staining of green or brown that usually clung there no matter how much he washed. The way his hands had looked for...far too long now.

"Potions makes sense," he said after a moment, picking the thread back up gently. "There's a rhythm to it. Steps you can follow. I'm not as good at it as ― well, I wish I was a little more proficient at it, but I understand the appeal." There was a small pause, his fingers brushing together absently as though he expected to feel grit clinging to the pads of his fingers or beneath his nails. "I haven't really… gotten my hands dirty in a while," he admitted, the words trailing just slightly at the edges, like he hadn't meant to say them out loud. His gaze lingered on his hands a second too long before he glanced back up at her, offering a small, apologetic sort of smile. "But... that's something I'm working on getting back into."

03-24-2026, 05:27 AM	#11 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,190 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 Nyle blinked at that—she'd heard of him?—and for half a heartbeat his stomach dropped in that awful, reflexive way that assumed the worst before anything else could take root. But he didn't let it show, beyond the faint hitch in his breath t... and the way his shoulders held just a fraction tighter for a couple breaths. "Cat," he echoed, the tension easing almost immediately as recognition settled in properly this time. "Right! My sister has mentioned you." There was a small, warmer note there now that he had pieced together where the younger Claw had heard about him. A little lighter but, well, his twin did not always paint him in the most flattering of light either. "Iris," he added, just in case, though it felt unnecessary. He lifted a hand in return of her wave,his smile softening into something easier. "It's nice to properly meet you... without the blue beard and such." Not that he had heard about that from Iris. He had eyes, after all, and it had been a noticeable event at the start-of-term feast. He huffed a quiet breath through his nose, something almost like a laugh but gentler. "That's… kind of you to say," he murmured. "Mum would agree, about it not being unflattering." So would Aurora, he was certain. "Except when it's time to eat and then its straight to a thorough scrubdown." His gaze dipped briefly as she leaned forward, and he didn't pull his hands away or tuck them out of sight. If anything, he turned one slightly, as though presenting the evidence without quite meaning to. Clean. No soil caught beneath the nails, no faint staining of green or brown that usually clung there no matter how much he washed. The way his hands had looked for...far too long now. "Potions makes sense," he said after a moment, picking the thread back up gently. "There's a rhythm to it. Steps you can follow. I'm not as good at it as ― well, I wish I was a little more proficient at it, but I understand the appeal." There was a small pause, his fingers brushing together absently as though he expected to feel grit clinging to the pads of his fingers or beneath his nails. "I haven't really… gotten my hands dirty in a while," he admitted, the words trailing just slightly at the edges, like he hadn't meant to say them out loud. His gaze lingered on his hands a second too long before he glanced back up at her, offering a small, apologetic sort of smile. "But... that's something I'm working on getting back into." __________________ 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