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sweetpinkpixie · 05-02-2026, 09:01 AM

CJ nodded along like he was absolutely, completely following.

Spoiler: he was not. Not even a little. Or maybe half a step behind if anyone was feeling generous.

"Yeah — no — same family," he echoed anyway, pointing once with unnecessary confidence skyward, like he was bookmarking the information for later use. "Plants. Beans. Lemons. I'm totally learning."

He wasn't... but he was absolutely shamelessly committing to the bit.

His weight shifted constantly as he talked — heel to toe, toe to heel — like standing still was out of the question. One foot nudged against the other, nearly catching, a brief wobble that he smoothed over with the kind of practiced recovery that suggested this was not a rare occurrence. Another spoiler: it wasn't.

"Slytherin," he repeated a second later, nodding like he’d just solved something. "Yeah, that sounds right."

He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, energy spilling out as restless fingers drummed against his thigh.

"Marinara?" His entire face lit up like like a Weasley product. He leaned forward a fraction too fast, nearly overcommitting his balance before catching himself again, grin snapping into place. "That's awesome. I love that sauce. Like top tier on spaghetti and penne. Not macaroni though. That's a cheese sauce situation."

He nodded, once. Twice. Real hill to die on right there. The only sauce that belonged on macaroni was cheese.

Oh...maybe chili too but chili with cheese sprinkled on top ― so still cheese. If a lemon and a bean were the same family, then surely there was an argument for chili and that powdered bright orange cheese sauce to be the same family too.

"Cool word, right?” he grinned. "Mom makes me learn one fancy pants word a day so my vocabulary doesn't, like—" he circled a hand vaguely in the air, searching, before laying his palms flat and drawing a line across the air "—plateau. You know. Brain flatline.”

Plateau had been another one of those words, by the way.

"So yeah — deliquesce," he added, clearly pleased with himself. "You're pulling it off with the whole melting vibe there."

Then he rocked back on his heels — too far — and caught himself with a quick step forward that turned into a pivot. He hooked a thumb over his shoulder toward the counter.

"But, uh, I gotta g grab one of those ―" He pointed vaguely toward her cone, the gesture wide and imprecise, arm swinging just a bit too much like he was conducting an invisible orchestra. "—things. Ice cream cones."

He started to pivot away, already half a step into leaving, when something caught — a thought hitting him a beat too late. He rocked back on his heel, turning sharply enough to nearly overdo it but didn't.

"See you around, Lemondrop," he said, flashing her a quick, crooked wink.

And then he was gone in an easy stride and slight bounce in his step into the shop.

05-02-2026, 09:01 AM	#54 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,433 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 CJ nodded along like he was absolutely, completely following. Spoiler: he was not. Not even a little. Or maybe half a step behind if anyone was feeling generous. "Yeah — no — same family," he echoed anyway, pointing once with unnecessary confidence skyward, like he was bookmarking the information for later use. "Plants. Beans. Lemons. I'm totally learning." He wasn't... but he was absolutely shamelessly committing to the bit. His weight shifted constantly as he talked — heel to toe, toe to heel — like standing still was out of the question. One foot nudged against the other, nearly catching, a brief wobble that he smoothed over with the kind of practiced recovery that suggested this was not a rare occurrence. Another spoiler: it wasn't. "Slytherin," he repeated a second later, nodding like he’d just solved something. "Yeah, that sounds right." He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, energy spilling out as restless fingers drummed against his thigh. "Marinara?" His entire face lit up like like a Weasley product. He leaned forward a fraction too fast, nearly overcommitting his balance before catching himself again, grin snapping into place. "That's awesome. I love that sauce. Like top tier on spaghetti and penne. Not macaroni though. That's a cheese sauce situation." He nodded, once. Twice. Real hill to die on right there. The only sauce that belonged on macaroni was cheese. Oh...maybe chili too but chili with cheese sprinkled on top ― so still cheese. If a lemon and a bean were the same family, then surely there was an argument for chili and that powdered bright orange cheese sauce to be the same family too. "Cool word, right?” he grinned. "Mom makes me learn one fancy pants word a day so my vocabulary doesn't, like—" he circled a hand vaguely in the air, searching, before laying his palms flat and drawing a line across the air "*—plateau. You know. Brain flatline.” Plateau had been another one of those words, by the way. "So yeah — deliquesce," he added, clearly pleased with himself. "You're pulling it off with the whole melting vibe there." Then he rocked back on his heels — too far — and caught himself with a quick step forward that turned into a pivot. He hooked a thumb over his shoulder toward the counter. "But, uh, I gotta g grab one of those ―" He pointed vaguely toward her cone, the gesture wide and imprecise, arm swinging just a bit too much like he was conducting an invisible orchestra. "—things. Ice cream cones." He started to pivot away, already half a step into leaving, when something caught — a thought hitting him a beat too late. He rocked back on his heel, turning sharply enough to nearly overdo it but didn't. "See you around, Lemondrop,*" he said, flashing her a quick, crooked wink. And then he was gone in an easy stride and slight bounce in his step into the shop. __________________ 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