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sweetpinkpixie · 05-08-2026, 02:46 AM

CJ did not have nearly enough time to process the incoming goblet.

One second he was grinning. The next—

*BOINK*

The metal goblet connected with his face in a spectacularly accurate direct hit to the nose and, honestly, Marinara had an arm on her.

The impact snapped his head backward so fast the rest of him got dragged along for the ride a half-second later, momentum carrying him clean over the Gryffindor bench in a catastrophic tangle of elbows, knees, robes, and unresolved momentum.

There was a tremendous *WHUMP* as he hit the floor flat on his back.

One leg kicked upward on instinct. The other followed a moment later like it had received delayed instructions from headquarters. Then gravity reclaimed both and they flopped back to the stone with all the grace of dropped spaghetti.

For one long second, CJ simply starfished there beside the table staring up at the enchanted ceiling while trying to determine whether he was seeing actual stars or just the decorative ones overhead. Pumpkin juice dripped steadily off the bench beside him, forming a small puddle beside his head. Somewhere nearby, a goblet rolled in a lazy little circle until the skin crawling scratching of metal on stone stopped.

"…whoa," he wheezed eventually.

Slowly, with all the drama of a wounded soldier returning from battle, CJ lifted a hand to his face and pinched his nose. Can we all say 'immediate regret'? "HHHSSSSK — okay — yep — yup,” he hissed through clenched teeth and looked down at his hand. There may, or may not, have been blood. Honestly, hard to tell while being in the middle of a pumpkin juice crime scene.

With a groan, he sat up enough to peer over the bench toward the two girls, hair a mess, expression dazed and despite everything — there was still a flicker of impressed disbelief there that miraculously outweighed any anger. Scary Girl had a THROW. Like genuinely terrifying chaser energy. The kind that made keepers wake up in a cold sweat.

Meanwhile somewhere behind him, food had finally appeared at the tables and the smell hit him immediately... which was somehow the real tragedy. The smell hit him immediately and CJ’s face crumpled with sincere heartbreak as he stared mournfully at the feast from his position on the floor like a fallen warrior watching paradise slip away.

"…man," he muttered. "I literally just got here."

He sniffed...and then immediately recoiled from the sharp burst of pain shooting through his face. Using the bench for leverage, CJ hauled himself upright in stages, wobbling briefly before catching balance again with one hand still clamped over his nose... and the adrenaline was finally starting to curdle into actual irritation and anger.

He pointed accusingly at Marinara while backing away from the table. "Okay, Horntail," he muttered nasally, wiggling a finger at her. Then his gaze slid briefly back toward the Raven's Claw ― who SO wasn't a Lemondrop as much as maybe an Acid Pop, maybe.

And then, with all the dignity he had left — which was not much — CJ shuffled off toward the boys’ bathroom to inspect the damage and retreat before the Horntail decided to finish the job and breathe fire at him too.

05-08-2026, 02:46 AM	#16 (permalink)
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	I may or may not be living for the chaos (and the girls and their bond ;___;) astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf CJ did not have nearly enough time to process the incoming goblet. One second he was grinning. The next— BOINK The metal goblet connected with his face in a spectacularly accurate direct hit to the nose and, honestly, Marinara had an arm on her. The impact snapped his head backward so fast the rest of him got dragged along for the ride a half-second later, momentum carrying him clean over the Gryffindor bench in a catastrophic tangle of elbows, knees, robes, and unresolved momentum. There was a tremendous WHUMP as he hit the floor flat on his back. One leg kicked upward on instinct. The other followed a moment later like it had received delayed instructions from headquarters. Then gravity reclaimed both and they flopped back to the stone with all the grace of dropped spaghetti. For one long second, CJ simply starfished there beside the table staring up at the enchanted ceiling while trying to determine whether he was seeing actual stars or just the decorative ones overhead. Pumpkin juice dripped steadily off the bench beside him, forming a small puddle beside his head. Somewhere nearby, a goblet rolled in a lazy little circle until the skin crawling scratching of metal on stone stopped. "…whoa," he wheezed eventually. Slowly, with all the drama of a wounded soldier returning from battle, CJ lifted a hand to his face and pinched his nose. Can we all say 'immediate regret'? "HHHSSSSK — okay — yep — yup,” he hissed through clenched teeth and looked down at his hand. There may, or may not, have been blood. Honestly, hard to tell while being in the middle of a pumpkin juice crime scene. With a groan, he sat up enough to peer over the bench toward the two girls, hair a mess, expression dazed and despite everything — there was still a flicker of impressed disbelief there that miraculously outweighed any anger. Scary Girl had a THROW. Like genuinely terrifying chaser energy. The kind that made keepers wake up in a cold sweat. Meanwhile somewhere behind him, food had finally appeared at the tables and the smell hit him immediately... which was somehow the real tragedy. The smell hit him immediately and CJ’s face crumpled with sincere heartbreak as he stared mournfully at the feast from his position on the floor like a fallen warrior watching paradise slip away. "…man," he muttered. "I literally just got here." He sniffed...and then immediately recoiled from the sharp burst of pain shooting through his face. Using the bench for leverage, CJ hauled himself upright in stages, wobbling briefly before catching balance again with one hand still clamped over his nose... and the adrenaline was finally starting to curdle into actual irritation and anger. He pointed accusingly at Marinara while backing away from the table. "*Okay, Horntail,*" he muttered nasally, wiggling a finger at her. Then his gaze slid briefly back toward the Raven's Claw ― who SO wasn't a Lemondrop as much as maybe an Acid Pop, maybe. And then, with all the dignity he had left — which was not much — CJ shuffled off toward the boys’ bathroom to inspect the damage and retreat before the Horntail decided to finish the job and breathe fire at him too. __________________ 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