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sweetpinkpixie · 04-01-2026, 01:29 PM

Iris turned at the sound of her name, the beginnings of a polite greeting already forming before Aurora's expression shifted from bright to alarmed in the span of a heartbeat. Her head tilted to one side in bewildered curiosity before her gaze dropped to where her friend was practically gawking.

Oh.

There was a small, immediate pause as recognition settled in, followed by a faint flush that rose far too quickly to be anything but telling. Only slightly embarrassing ― as well as confirmation to her as to just how distracted she must have been for some of her examinations. Hopefully none of them would produce similar disastrous sentiments.

"Ah—" she exhaled softly, something between a quiet laugh and mild self-reproach escaping her as she looked back up. "I grabbed the wrong one on accident. Phew, that could have been awful." Her fingers adjusted slightly around the edge of the pastry, as though holding it differently might retroactively justify the choice. "Yes, I— thank you," she nodded as she held it out toward Aurora without hesitation. "A trade would be… prudent."

Her attention flicked, briefly — almost unconsciously — toward the Slytherin side of the hall. It lingered just long enough to catch a familiar shape among the movement before she pulled it back again, a little quicker this time. The flush in her cheeks didn't entirely subside, though whether that was due to the tart or the sighting was… debatable.

The interruption that followed was, in its own way, a relief.

Iris blinked once at Idris' sudden arrival, and subsequent enthusiasm, her posture going just slightly more upright as though bracing for impact. The shimmy, the twirl, the near-collapse… it was a lot to process in quick succession.

A small, polite laugh slipped out before she could quite stop it, more reflex than genuine amusement.

"Noted," she said, inclining her head just slightly in acknowledgment of his warning.

At the invitation, however, there was a near immediate hesitation.

"Oh— I don't—" she began, then paused, recalibrating quickly into something more socially acceptable. "I hadn't planned to, actually. I was going to remain… observational for the evening. Try not to poison myself with the food." Her fingers smoothed lightly over the fabric of her skirt as she offered a faint apologetic smile. "I've never been much of a dancer."

At least not in front of other people.

04-01-2026, 01:29 PM	#5 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,345 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 turned at the sound of her name, the beginnings of a polite greeting already forming before Aurora's expression shifted from bright to alarmed in the span of a heartbeat. Her head tilted to one side in bewildered curiosity before her gaze dropped to where her friend was practically gawking. Oh. There was a small, immediate pause as recognition settled in, followed by a faint flush that rose far too quickly to be anything but telling. Only slightly embarrassing ― as well as confirmation to her as to just how distracted she must have been for some of her examinations. Hopefully none of them would produce similar disastrous sentiments. "Ah—" she exhaled softly, something between a quiet laugh and mild self-reproach escaping her as she looked back up. "I grabbed the wrong one on accident. Phew, that could have been awful." Her fingers adjusted slightly around the edge of the pastry, as though holding it differently might retroactively justify the choice. "Yes, I— thank you," she nodded as she held it out toward Aurora without hesitation. "A trade would be… prudent." Her attention flicked, briefly — almost unconsciously — toward the Slytherin side of the hall. It lingered just long enough to catch a familiar shape among the movement before she pulled it back again, a little quicker this time. The flush in her cheeks didn't entirely subside, though whether that was due to the tart or the sighting was… debatable. The interruption that followed was, in its own way, a relief. Iris blinked once at Idris' sudden arrival, and subsequent enthusiasm, her posture going just slightly more upright as though bracing for impact. The shimmy, the twirl, the near-collapse… it was a lot to process in quick succession. A small, polite laugh slipped out before she could quite stop it, more reflex than genuine amusement. "Noted," she said, inclining her head just slightly in acknowledgment of his warning. At the invitation, however, there was a near immediate hesitation. "Oh— I don't—" she began, then paused, recalibrating quickly into something more socially acceptable. "I hadn't planned to, actually. I was going to remain… observational for the evening. Try not to poison myself with the food." Her fingers smoothed lightly over the fabric of her skirt as she offered a faint apologetic smile. "I've never been much of a dancer." At least not in front of other people. __________________ 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