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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
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Calliope finished scanning the label in her hand — something unnecessarily glitter-infused and entirely impractical but something she would be purchasing anyway— before her gaze landed on the source of the voice.
The recognition was pretty immediate. Hers was a face she'd seen near the pitch often enough to place without needing a name. Gryffindor's keeper had a Ravenclaw shadow.
Her expression didn't change much, still feigning faint disinterest, but there was a subtle narrowing of her focus that suggested she was paying a tad bit more attention than the slack in her shoulders indicated.
Her gaze lingered a second longer, thoughtful in a way that didn’t quite match her otherwise clipped tone. Truthfully, she knew far more about all of this than she ever let on. Growing up, it hadn’t really been optional—her father had treated hair care like a discipline, precise and methodical, and her mother… well. Campaigns, cover shoots, contracts that practically revolved around presentation. There had always been a routine.
O V E R K I L L.
Honestly. Annoying too.
Still, there was a reason dad kept landing those Witch Weekly "Best Hair" features year after year — even now, with the grey starting to come in— and a reason her mother never seemed to be without another spokesmodel deal lined up before the last one ended.
"Depends," she replied evenly, turning fully now and leaning one shoulder lightly against the shelving. "What do you think you need help with? Is it your hair?"
__________________ 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 |
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