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sweetpinkpixie · 05-03-2026, 01:52 AM

Thank Budge for alphabetical order.

Prasad, as ever, provided a reliable buffer — both physical and conversational — between himself and the inevitable disturbances further down the line ~~specifically in the form of Marion~~. Cox inclined his head once in quiet acknowledgement paired with a polite "Evening" whenever a colleague passed by before allowing his attention to drift, not outward to the students filtering in, but inward, where it had been far less cooperative of late.

The summer had not been… restful.

Chance encounters, it seemed, had a way of compounding at the most inconvenient of times. One could be dismissed. Two began to suggest a pattern. By the third, it became increasingly difficult to maintain the illusion of coincidence.

His jaw set slightly and his fingers rubbed along the tattoos on his knuckles.

He knew taking up this post would ensure that summer shopping in Diagon Alley would not be without its disturbances ― he had had plenty of that while a professor at Edinburgh ― but he had anticipated them being more palatable. Then there was that boy appearing at his flat. A particular variable had yet to resolve itself into anything clean ― for himself, at least ― and the proximity of term did little to simplify the matter. If anything, it ensured the opposite. He hated being burdened with personal information.

And then, professionally, there were… additional irritants.

Cox exhaled softly through his nose, gaze settling somewhere just past the center of the Hall as voices began to rise around him. He likely wouldn't even flinch when a familiar, overly enthusiastic tone carried the word 'studmuffin' down the table. His thoughts were much louder this evening.

His fingers adjusted the cuff of his rich navy sleeve as his thoughts attempted to return to more immediate concerns. Namely his newly, and now formally, appointed position as Ravenclaw Head of House. A responsibility he had neither sought nor anticipated ever falling into its lap, which seemed, in retrospect, to be precisely why it had been given to him.

Past him, a scoundrel in every sense of the word, would have taken one look at this future of returning to Hogwarts, of all places, and not only as a professor but as Head of House to the very institution he had once held most responsible for his… dissatisfaction... and wondered if he had drank an entire cauldron's worth of Essence of Insanity.

Life, clearly, possessed a rather dry sense of humor.

His gaze shifted briefly along the table, catching, for a moment, the new Herbology professor and her curious choice of companion. The plant snapped idly at the air for something to chew on. He'd gladly defang it for her ― he could always use surplus in his supplies.

And beyond, well, he would not permit his gaze to linger. Not when there was surely a fork or spoon flippantly being nudged out of its parallel alignment for no reason other than to spite him.

05-03-2026, 01:52 AM	#5 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,423 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 Thank Budge for alphabetical order. Prasad, as ever, provided a reliable buffer — both physical and conversational — between himself and the inevitable disturbances further down the line ~~specifically in the form of Marion~~. Cox inclined his head once in quiet acknowledgement paired with a polite "Evening" whenever a colleague passed by before allowing his attention to drift, not outward to the students filtering in, but inward, where it had been far less cooperative of late. The summer had not been… restful. Chance encounters, it seemed, had a way of compounding at the most inconvenient of times. One could be dismissed. Two began to suggest a pattern. By the third, it became increasingly difficult to maintain the illusion of coincidence. His jaw set slightly and his fingers rubbed along the tattoos on his knuckles. He knew taking up this post would ensure that summer shopping in Diagon Alley would not be without its disturbances ― he had had plenty of that while a professor at Edinburgh ― but he had anticipated them being more palatable. Then there was that boy appearing at his flat. A particular variable had yet to resolve itself into anything clean ― for himself, at least ― and the proximity of term did little to simplify the matter. If anything, it ensured the opposite. He hated being burdened with personal information. And then, professionally, there were… additional irritants. Cox exhaled softly through his nose, gaze settling somewhere just past the center of the Hall as voices began to rise around him. He likely wouldn't even flinch when a familiar, overly enthusiastic tone carried the word 'studmuffin' down the table. His thoughts were much louder this evening. His fingers adjusted the cuff of his rich navy sleeve as his thoughts attempted to return to more immediate concerns. Namely his newly, and now formally, appointed position as Ravenclaw Head of House. A responsibility he had neither sought nor anticipated ever falling into its lap, which seemed, in retrospect, to be precisely why it had been given to him. Past him, a scoundrel in every sense of the word, would have taken one look at this future of returning to Hogwarts, of all places, and not only as a professor but as Head of House to the very institution he had once held most responsible for his… dissatisfaction... and wondered if he had drank an entire cauldron's worth of Essence of Insanity. Life, clearly, possessed a rather dry sense of humor. His gaze shifted briefly along the table, catching, for a moment, the new Herbology professor and her curious choice of companion. The plant snapped idly at the air for something to chew on. He'd gladly defang it for her ― he could always use surplus in his supplies. And beyond, well, he would not permit his gaze to linger. Not when there was surely a fork or spoon flippantly being nudged out of its parallel alignment for no reason other than to spite him. __________________ 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