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sweetpinkpixie · 06-06-2026, 11:57 AM

Why was she gawking at him like that? Did he have something on his face? Completely oblivious to the butterbeer moustache currently occupying prime real estate above his upper lip, CJ resisted the urge to start patting himself down like he was searching for lost keys ― or the bit of parchment he had wrote the password to the common room down on because he could never remember it. Instead he just stared back for a second, waiting for the universe to reveal what joke it was making at his expense this time.

No joke came. Bummer. And they were still stuck on this nonsense about him not speaking in a proper British accent. Surely that was the only reason why this kept coming up, right?

"Mar." Easy. "I." Still easy. "Na."

Nailed it.

His grin widened triumphantly as folded his arms across his chest, ego inflated like he had just caught the golden snitch in the final of the Quidditch World Cup.

"See? I got it. Marinara."

The confidence was as breathtaking as it was embarrassing.

The suggestion that Marina ought to hit him again earned a thoughtful hum as he reached for his butterbeer again, eyes drifting toward the ceiling while he weighed the pros and cons.

On the one hand, Lemondrop probably had a point. On the other hand, the Hungarian Horntail of Gryffindor Tower had already demonstrated remarkable accuracy with airborne dinnerware and he was reasonably attached to having his face arranged the way it currently was. She'd have to find a different approach if she wanted to get near his face.

"...nah."

He took another sip and. The warmth of the butterbeer settled pleasantly in his chest and he sank back into his chair more comfortably, especially now that they were not directly discussing sinister Dark Wizard level stuff, fingers curled loosely around the mug.

His grin faded slightly as his expression softened.

"I dunno." The words came quieter than most things ever did from CJ while he rolled the mug slowly between his palms. "I don't really think you're behind anybody. Like... if somebody starts a race ten laps ahead of everyone else, you don't get to act all impressed when they're still winning ten laps later. That's not talent. That's just where they started."

His gaze flicked up to hers then, the mug stilling between his hands.

"And honestly? Anyone who looks down on somebody because they didn't grow up knowing all this stuff is pretty lame and lazy because learning things on purpose is way harder than learning them by accident or through absorption or whatever."

You know, like a sponge? He was always hearing about how kids' brains were supposedly sponges.

"My mom's crazy smart. Like, scary smart. Half the stuff I know about the magical world is because she made sure I knew it." His mouth twisted a bit until he wore duck lips for a couple of beats. "And somehow I still ended up like..." He gestured vaguely at himself. "...this. So maybe I'm not the best example."

He shook his head, brushing off the thought easily. It had already been established that Acid Pop and Marinara thought him a complete moron, so no elaboration had been necessary. And still, his grin returned.

"But seriously... purebloods, half-bloods, whatever could learn a lot from people like you. You actually have to ask why things work. Some people just grow up accepting everything because that's how it's always been."

The conversation lingered there for a second before he perked up a little more, the butterbeer rolling between his palms once again and his soup continuing to cool off to the side.

"Dad was Horned Serpent at Ilvermorny before transferring and being tossed into Gryffindor. His manager is constantly telling me I take after him. So when the Hat stuck me in Gryffindor too I wasn't exactly shocked. I knew I wouldn't be placed in Slytherin like mom had been." He laughed and ran a hand through his thick brown curls. "I mean...no surprise that I earned the nickname 'Sigh' is because that's the noise people make after talking to me for too long."

He lifted his butterbeer toward hers a second later, pausing midair in a belated realization that normal people probably did this before drinking half the mug.

"Anyway. Cheers, Textbook."

The nickname landed with easy affection, accompanied by a crooked grin that suggested he considered it less an insult and more a statement of fact.

"Thanks for explaining stuff to me. Maybe someday I'll be able to finally explain something to you."

06-06-2026, 11:57 AM	#114 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,560 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh 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 Why was she gawking at him like that? Did he have something on his face? Completely oblivious to the butterbeer moustache currently occupying prime real estate above his upper lip, CJ resisted the urge to start patting himself down like he was searching for lost keys ― or the bit of parchment he had wrote the password to the common room down on because he could never remember it. Instead he just stared back for a second, waiting for the universe to reveal what joke it was making at his expense this time. No joke came. Bummer. And they were still stuck on this nonsense about him not speaking in a proper British accent. Surely that was the only reason why this kept coming up, right? "Mar." Easy. "I." Still easy. "Na." Nailed it. His grin widened triumphantly as folded his arms across his chest, ego inflated like he had just caught the golden snitch in the final of the Quidditch World Cup. "See? I got it. Marinara." The confidence was as breathtaking as it was embarrassing. The suggestion that Marina ought to hit him again earned a thoughtful hum as he reached for his butterbeer again, eyes drifting toward the ceiling while he weighed the pros and cons. On the one hand, Lemondrop probably had a point. On the other hand, the Hungarian Horntail of Gryffindor Tower had already demonstrated remarkable accuracy with airborne dinnerware and he was reasonably attached to having his face arranged the way it currently was. She'd have to find a different approach if she wanted to get near his face. "...nah." He took another sip and. The warmth of the butterbeer settled pleasantly in his chest and he sank back into his chair more comfortably, especially now that they were not directly discussing sinister Dark Wizard level stuff, fingers curled loosely around the mug. His grin faded slightly as his expression softened. "I dunno." The words came quieter than most things ever did from CJ while he rolled the mug slowly between his palms. "I don't really think you're behind anybody. Like... if somebody starts a race ten laps ahead of everyone else, you don't get to act all impressed when they're still winning ten laps later. That's not talent. That's just where they started." His gaze flicked up to hers then, the mug stilling between his hands. "And honestly? Anyone who looks down on somebody because they didn't grow up knowing all this stuff is pretty lame and lazy because learning things on purpose is way harder than learning them by accident or through absorption or whatever." You know, like a sponge? He was always hearing about how kids' brains were supposedly sponges. "My mom's crazy smart. Like, scary smart. Half the stuff I know about the magical world is because she made sure I knew it." His mouth twisted a bit until he wore duck lips for a couple of beats. "And somehow I still ended up like..." He gestured vaguely at himself. "...this. So maybe I'm not the best example." He shook his head, brushing off the thought easily. It had already been established that Acid Pop and Marinara thought him a complete moron, so no elaboration had been necessary. And still, his grin returned. "But seriously... purebloods, half-bloods, whatever could learn a lot from people like you. You actually have to ask why things work. Some people just grow up accepting everything because that's how it's always been." The conversation lingered there for a second before he perked up a little more, the butterbeer rolling between his palms once again and his soup continuing to cool off to the side. "Dad was Horned Serpent at Ilvermorny before transferring and being tossed into Gryffindor. His manager is constantly telling me I take after him. So when the Hat stuck me in Gryffindor too I wasn't exactly shocked. I knew I wouldn't be placed in Slytherin like mom had been." He laughed and ran a hand through his thick brown curls. "I mean...no surprise that I earned the nickname 'Sigh' is because that's the noise people make after talking to me for too long." He lifted his butterbeer toward hers a second later, pausing midair in a belated realization that normal people probably did this before drinking half the mug. "Anyway. Cheers, Textbook." The nickname landed with easy affection, accompanied by a crooked grin that suggested he considered it less an insult and more a statement of fact. "Thanks for explaining stuff to me. Maybe someday I'll be able to finally explain something to you." __________________ 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