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sweetpinkpixie · 05-05-2026, 12:00 AM

Iris inclined her head slightly at Harvey's comment, the warmth in her expression remaining but tempering into something more... polite in its self deprecation.

“That’s… generous,” she replied, voice light but precise. Her fingers traced idly along the edge of the table, following the grain of the wood for a bit before slipping into her robe pocket and curling around the small oval object it housed. "I did... well enough."

There had been variables... disruptions she had not accounted for, lapses in focus that had very little to do with aptitude and far more to do with everything else she had been attempting to hold together at the time. The Acceptable in Divination still sat extraordinarily poorly with her. But, at least, she had not failed.

"Sometimes... no matter how carefully you've prepared, something still shifts on the day…" or month before "...and the outcome reflects that instead of the effort."

Turning back to Cat, Iris' lips curved with something much warmer than her usual composure. "Of course," she nodded, inclining her head toward the parcel. "It would be rather cruel of me to expect restraint at a feast."

Inside Cat would find, nestled carefully in soft wrapping, were several strands of vibrant blue hair extensions threaded with a faint, almost iridescent sheen that caught the candlelight.

"They're charmed," Iris added, tone slipping easily into something a touch more instructive. "You braid them in and, with a light tap of your wand, you can shift the colour at will. No poorly brew potions required." Her gaze softened again but with a little glimmer of amusement. "I thought you might appreciate the versatility... and noticeable lack of beard."

Her gaze shifted then, softening again as it settled on Saina... only to still and widen entirely at the compliment. For a fraction of a second, Iris simply stared.

"Oh—" Her hand lifted instinctively from her pocket to adjust her glasses, though they did not need adjusting, aa faint flush rising across her cheeks and softening the constellations of freckles there. "Thank you. That's… very kind of you to say." Her eyes flicked briefly, unintentionally, toward the Slytherin table before returning again to the first year again.

Books were far easier to navigate than compliments on her physical appearance.

"It can all be overwhelming at first, even if you’ve grown up around it," she continued, a small, reassuring smile settling into place. "I tend to keep a book with me at meals — all times, really — it helps narrow the focus and scope of things and the mind something defined to follow." A faint exhale, almost amused at herself. "Though today is an exception. I spent the entirety of the train ride with Dark Magical Theory and bindrunes, so I suspect my eyes would object if I attempted more now."

She tilted her head slightly, tracing back through her own first year ― the missteps, the overreaches, the things she had learned too quickly or not quickly enough.

"I'd say to start with something foundational," shesaid, a soft breath of a laugh escaping her. "Establish the structure before moving into anything too specialized — otherwise it becomes… unnecessarily difficult to follow. But...especially as a first year, it really all is foundational." Her expression softened just a touch more. "When in doubt, there is always alphabetical order."

Iris had been quiet through the guesses of Helena's riddle, weighing the ghost's words as though they were lines of a text being annotated in real time. In the absence of her notebook, her fingers moved lightly once against the table as they mapped exclusions, not conclusions.

"It isn't a thing,” she murmured at last, more to the pattern than to anyone in particular. Her head tilted slightly, brows knitting with quiet focus. “That sounds less like an object… and more like a process,” she finished, the word chosen carefully, deliberately as she glanced in the Grey Lady's direction. "An action." Her gaze flickered briefly toward the others at the table then and anything in anyone's hands or on it that may serve as an additional clue. "Something you do… rather than something you have."

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,434 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 inclined her head slightly at Harvey's comment, the warmth in her expression remaining but tempering into something more... polite in its self deprecation. “That’s… generous,” she replied, voice light but precise. Her fingers traced idly along the edge of the table, following the grain of the wood for a bit before slipping into her robe pocket and curling around the small oval object it housed. "I did... well enough." There had been variables... disruptions she had not accounted for, lapses in focus that had very little to do with aptitude and far more to do with everything else she had been attempting to hold together at the time. The Acceptable in Divination still sat extraordinarily poorly with her. But, at least, she had not failed. "Sometimes... no matter how carefully you've prepared, something still shifts on the day…" or month before "...and the outcome reflects that instead of the effort." Turning back to Cat, Iris' lips curved with something much warmer than her usual composure. "Of course," she nodded, inclining her head toward the parcel. "It would be rather cruel of me to expect restraint at a feast." Inside Cat would find, nestled carefully in soft wrapping, were several strands of vibrant blue hair extensions threaded with a faint, almost iridescent sheen that caught the candlelight. "They're charmed," Iris added, tone slipping easily into something a touch more instructive. "You braid them in and, with a light tap of your wand, you can shift the colour at will. No poorly brew potions required." Her gaze softened again but with a little glimmer of amusement. "I thought you might appreciate the versatility... and noticeable lack of beard." Her gaze shifted then, softening again as it settled on Saina... only to still and widen entirely at the compliment. For a fraction of a second, Iris simply stared. "Oh—" Her hand lifted instinctively from her pocket to adjust her glasses, though they did not need adjusting, aa faint flush rising across her cheeks and softening the constellations of freckles there. "Thank you. That's… very kind of you to say." Her eyes flicked briefly, unintentionally, toward the Slytherin table before returning again to the first year again. Books were far easier to navigate than compliments on her physical appearance. "It can all be overwhelming at first, even if you’ve grown up around it," she continued, a small, reassuring smile settling into place. "I tend to keep a book with me at meals — all times, really — it helps narrow the focus and scope of things and the mind something defined to follow." A faint exhale, almost amused at herself. "Though today is an exception. I spent the entirety of the train ride with Dark Magical Theory and bindrunes, so I suspect my eyes would object if I attempted more now." She tilted her head slightly, tracing back through her own first year ― the missteps, the overreaches, the things she had learned too quickly or not quickly enough. "I'd say to start with something foundational," shesaid, a soft breath of a laugh escaping her. "Establish the structure before moving into anything too specialized — otherwise it becomes… unnecessarily difficult to follow. But...especially as a first year, it really all is foundational." Her expression softened just a touch more. "When in doubt, there is always alphabetical order." Iris had been quiet through the guesses of Helena's riddle, weighing the ghost's words as though they were lines of a text being annotated in real time. In the absence of her notebook, her fingers moved lightly once against the table as they mapped exclusions, not conclusions. "It isn't a thing,” she murmured at last, more to the pattern than to anyone in particular. Her head tilted slightly, brows knitting with quiet focus. “That sounds less like an object… and more like a process,” she finished, the word chosen carefully, deliberately as she glanced in the Grey Lady's direction. "An action." Her gaze flickered briefly toward the others at the table then and anything in anyone's hands or on it that may serve as an additional clue. "Something you do… rather than something you have." __________________ 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