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sweetpinkpixie · 03-31-2026, 07:01 AM

Iris lingered just beyond the threshold of the Great Hall for a moment longer than necessary, her gaze sweeping slowly across the transformed space as though she might better understand it if she observed it first.

It was… a lot.

Not in the overwhelming, overstimulating sense, though there was certainly enough movement, light, and sound to qualify, but in the way it invited participation. The kind of openness that required something from her in return. Laughter rose and fell in soft waves, music threading easily through clusters of students who seemed far more at ease with the fluidity of the evening than she felt just yet.

Her fingers adjusted lightly around the edge of her sleeve before lightly adjusting her glasses, small grounding gestures before she stepped fully inside.

OWL's were finished, and that thought should have felt liberating. Instead it lingered in that uncomfortable space between relief and scrutiny. There were subjects she knew had gone well ― notably Ancient Runes, Astronomy, Divination, and Defense Against the Dark Arts ― but others… she could feel the small fractures if she reflected too much. Moments, questions, where her focus had slipped, where her preparation had been… divided.

Her mouth pressed faintly at the thought. Not that she needed to name the cause of that division.

Her gaze drifted almost instinctively, toward the Slytherin section. It would have been easy enough to walk that way. Entirely within the spirit of "School Unity" and yet...there was something about it that felt… too intentional. The last thing she wanted was to look like she was seeking anyone out. Even if, inconveniently, that may have been precisely what her thoughts were inclined toward. A faint flush crept along her cheeks at the realization and she quickly redirected her attention elsewhere.

That elsewhere ended up being the main body of the hall, a space that sat comfortably between everything. Her fingers brushed lightly along one of the trays as she selected something small without truly looking at it, more for the sake of appearing occupied than out of any real hunger.

She really should have looked too. She was allergic to peaches, and in her hand was a peach tart.

03-31-2026, 07:01 AM	#2 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,317 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth 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 Iris lingered just beyond the threshold of the Great Hall for a moment longer than necessary, her gaze sweeping slowly across the transformed space as though she might better understand it if she observed it first. It was… a lot. Not in the overwhelming, overstimulating sense, though there was certainly enough movement, light, and sound to qualify, but in the way it invited participation. The kind of openness that required something from her in return. Laughter rose and fell in soft waves, music threading easily through clusters of students who seemed far more at ease with the fluidity of the evening than she felt just yet. Her fingers adjusted lightly around the edge of her sleeve before lightly adjusting her glasses, small grounding gestures before she stepped fully inside. OWL's were finished, and that thought should have felt liberating. Instead it lingered in that uncomfortable space between relief and scrutiny. There were subjects she knew had gone well ― notably Ancient Runes, Astronomy, Divination, and Defense Against the Dark Arts ― but others… she could feel the small fractures if she reflected too much. Moments, questions, where her focus had slipped, where her preparation had been… divided. Her mouth pressed faintly at the thought. Not that she needed to name the cause of that division. Her gaze drifted almost instinctively, toward the Slytherin section. It would have been easy enough to walk that way. Entirely within the spirit of "School Unity" and yet...there was something about it that felt… too intentional. The last thing she wanted was to look like she was seeking anyone out. Even if, inconveniently, that may have been precisely what her thoughts were inclined toward. A faint flush crept along her cheeks at the realization and she quickly redirected her attention elsewhere. That elsewhere ended up being the main body of the hall, a space that sat comfortably between everything. Her fingers brushed lightly along one of the trays as she selected something small without truly looking at it, more for the sake of appearing occupied than out of any real hunger. She really should have looked too. She was allergic to peaches, and in her hand was a peach tart. __________________ 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