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sweetpinkpixie · 05-11-2026, 11:19 AM

The classroom felt… ordered in a way Iris appreciated immediately. There was a familiarity about it as well that she could not quite place ― perhaps reminiscent of some of the spaces she received training at the Ministry, spaces that always carried the impression that the room itself was quietly observing in return. Whatever the quality was, she brushed it aside as she crossed the threshold, her gaze drifting over the desks and taking in the assortment of objects waiting there.

Ordinary things. Deliberately ordinary things. Interesting.

The silver chalk across the board caught her attention next and she slowed slightly as she read it, her brows knitting in quiet thought behind the lenses of her glasses. There was something almost alchemical about the phrasing. Something that sat unexpectedly close to the theories she had been buried in over the summer — the idea that transformation was not force alone, but negotiation. Intention. Structure yielding into another structure without entirely losing itself in the process.

"Good day, Professor Voss," she greeted with a polite smile before she moved toward an empty seat ― one very pointedly not in the front row to avoid the splash zone of a certain Slytherin and his drool ― smoothing a hand lightly over the edge of the desk before settling into it. A rather elaborate metal button with a gold and black floral designed that made it seem like it had once been apart of someone's elegant dress robes awaited her and she carefully plucked it to turn over in her palm. Her head tilted slightly as she examined it with the same careful focus the sixth year might offer a translated fragment of runic text.

Her satchel slipped carefully beside her chair before she withdrew the rest of her things and began arranging them neatly, efficiently, on her desk.

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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: 41,337 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	Ravenclaw \| Iris Harden astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf The classroom felt… ordered in a way Iris appreciated immediately. There was a familiarity about it as well that she could not quite place ― perhaps reminiscent of some of the spaces she received training at the Ministry, spaces that always carried the impression that the room itself was quietly observing in return. Whatever the quality was, she brushed it aside as she crossed the threshold, her gaze drifting over the desks and taking in the assortment of objects waiting there. Ordinary things. Deliberately ordinary things. Interesting. The silver chalk across the board caught her attention next and she slowed slightly as she read it, her brows knitting in quiet thought behind the lenses of her glasses. There was something almost alchemical about the phrasing. Something that sat unexpectedly close to the theories she had been buried in over the summer — the idea that transformation was not force alone, but negotiation. Intention. Structure yielding into another structure without entirely losing itself in the process. "Good day, Professor Voss," she greeted with a polite smile before she moved toward an empty seat ― one very pointedly not in the front row to avoid the splash zone of a certain Slytherin and his drool ― smoothing a hand lightly over the edge of the desk before settling into it. A rather elaborate metal button with a gold and black floral designed that made it seem like it had once been apart of someone's elegant dress robes awaited her and she carefully plucked it to turn over in her palm. Her head tilted slightly as she examined it with the same careful focus the sixth year might offer a translated fragment of runic text. Her satchel slipped carefully beside her chair before she withdrew the rest of her things and began arranging them neatly, efficiently, on her desk. __________________ 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