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sweetpinkpixie · Today, 12:40 AM

The broom wobbled slightly beneath him as he shifted his weight to look past her shoulder toward the notebook balanced in her lap. Maybe he would actually get more of his work done if he attempted it while on his broom? Might at least make reading more tolerable — and then he would have this little bird to thank.

Her thanks finally caught up to him a second later.

A crooked grin spread immediately across his face as he gave an easy shrug.

"You're welcome. Credit where it's due, ya know?" He tilted his head, studying her perched comfortably among the branches. "Besides, anybody cool enough to do homework in a tree deserves to hear it. Elevated letter writing conditions make for elevated work, right?"

Which may be the smartest sounding thing he had said in a while ― even if it was utter nonsense.

"Dah―SEEーnana," he drawled, taking his time to enunciate each letter (poorly). "Cool name. Pretty one too.." But also...a long one. Did she have any nicknames that he might fare better with? "Anyone ever call you like...Daci or anything?"

The question earned an immediate bark of laughter.

Considering how he still stopped to gawk at something at least five times a day, he was hardly surprised he was radiating New Kid Energy from several yards away. One hand slipped from the broom handle so he could point dramatically at himself.

"Guilty as charged. Just transferred in this term from Ilvermorny."

Honestly, he was a little relieved she had asked it so matter-of-factly. Most people followed up with a whole interrogation. Why transfer? Do you miss home? Is Ilvermorny really different? Have you ridden a Thunderbird? Do Americans really put cheese on everything?

The answer to that last one was yes.

Her accent caught his attention too... though not enough to place it — he'd be terrible at that anyway — but enough to notice it wasn't quite what he'd been hearing from most students. Then again, he was hardly the authority on British accents.

His gaze swept upward through the branches again before returning to her with a crooked grin.

"It's a pretty dope tree and a bit tragic that I haven't seen anybody act impressed by it. The Whomping Willow really out here being Hogwarts' problematic favorite while this guy is just quietly thriving."

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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: 41,416 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	you know this kid had some plush octopi in his crib XD astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf The broom wobbled slightly beneath him as he shifted his weight to look past her shoulder toward the notebook balanced in her lap. Maybe he would actually get more of his work done if he attempted it while on his broom? Might at least make reading more tolerable — and then he would have this little bird to thank. Her thanks finally caught up to him a second later. A crooked grin spread immediately across his face as he gave an easy shrug. "You're welcome. Credit where it's due, ya know?" He tilted his head, studying her perched comfortably among the branches. "Besides, anybody cool enough to do homework in a tree deserves to hear it. Elevated letter writing conditions make for elevated work, right?" Which may be the smartest sounding thing he had said in a while ― even if it was utter nonsense. "Dah―SEEーnana," he drawled, taking his time to enunciate each letter (poorly). "Cool name. Pretty one too.." But also...a long one. Did she have any nicknames that he might fare better with? "Anyone ever call you like...Daci or anything?" The question earned an immediate bark of laughter. Considering how he still stopped to gawk at something at least five times a day, he was hardly surprised he was radiating New Kid Energy from several yards away. One hand slipped from the broom handle so he could point dramatically at himself. "Guilty as charged. Just transferred in this term from Ilvermorny." Honestly, he was a little relieved she had asked it so matter-of-factly. Most people followed up with a whole interrogation. Why transfer? Do you miss home? Is Ilvermorny really different? Have you ridden a Thunderbird? Do Americans really put cheese on everything? The answer to that last one was yes. Her accent caught his attention too... though not enough to place it — he'd be terrible at that anyway — but enough to notice it wasn't quite what he'd been hearing from most students. Then again, he was hardly the authority on British accents. His gaze swept upward through the branches again before returning to her with a crooked grin. "It's a pretty dope tree and a bit tragic that I haven't seen anybody act impressed by it. The Whomping Willow really out here being Hogwarts' problematic favorite while this guy is just quietly thriving." __________________ 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