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sweetpinkpixie · 07-07-2026, 06:19 AM

While Iris was trying — rather desperately — to remain focused on the spellwork before her, her thoughts had an unfortunate habit of wandering.

Not not lost in them. Just wandering.

Magic may have been the most tangible source of power in their world, but it was the written word—and, more importantly, access to it—that truly shaped history. After all, the existence of magical folk had been concealed from the majority of the world for centuries, sustained not merely by enchantments, but by carefully curated records, omissions, and narratives rewritten just enough to maintain the mirage.

Which only reinforced how vital the study of history — proper history — really was.

She appreciated Professor Amstern's willingness to let them linger in those uncomfortable questions of why rather than simply what: to consider motive alongside consequence, and to remember that history was made by people, with all their flaws, fears, and convictions. It was a empathetic approach to the subject, one that had the sixth year absently twirling the end of her strawberry blonde braid around her finger while a small, thoughtful smile tugged at her lips as she found herself understanding why Nyle spoke of his Head of House with such genuine admiration.

She managed to refocus when Vitrumonia appeared on the board. Well then, if there was one charm she could probably manage in her sleep, it was this one.

Between perpetually smudge-prone spectacles, evenings spent insisting every pane of glass surrounding her telescope be immaculate before stargazing, two healer parents who considered cleanliness not only a virtue but a professional obligation, and an uncle whose standards bordered on obsession, she had accumulated years of practice with the Glass Cleaning Charm.

Wand in hand, Iris gave it a subtle wave with no incantation spoken aloud. Magic rippled across the mirror's surface, the cloudy film dissolving at once until the glass shone with such crystalline clarity that a fool might have mistaken the reflection of the classroom ceiling for a portal to another corner of the castle.

Iris tipped it slightly, inspecting it out of habit for the sort of faint streaks most people would never notice. Satisfied that none remained, her attention caught on her own reflection instead and she scrunched up her nose. Somehow the mirror's newfound perfection had made constellation of freckles across her face more prominent in its pristineness.

07-07-2026, 06:19 AM	#15 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,480 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: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Sixth 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're not alone in that battle, Brig <3 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf While Iris was trying — rather desperately — to remain focused on the spellwork before her, her thoughts had an unfortunate habit of wandering. Not not lost in them. Just wandering. Magic may have been the most tangible source of power in their world, but it was the written word—and, more importantly, access to it—that truly shaped history. After all, the existence of magical folk had been concealed from the majority of the world for centuries, sustained not merely by enchantments, but by carefully curated records, omissions, and narratives rewritten just enough to maintain the mirage. Which only reinforced how vital the study of history — proper history — really was. She appreciated Professor Amstern's willingness to let them linger in those uncomfortable questions of why rather than simply what: to consider motive alongside consequence, and to remember that history was made by people, with all their flaws, fears, and convictions. It was a empathetic approach to the subject, one that had the sixth year absently twirling the end of her strawberry blonde braid around her finger while a small, thoughtful smile tugged at her lips as she found herself understanding why Nyle spoke of his Head of House with such genuine admiration. She managed to refocus when Vitrumonia appeared on the board. Well then, if there was one charm she could probably manage in her sleep, it was this one. Between perpetually smudge-prone spectacles, evenings spent insisting every pane of glass surrounding her telescope be immaculate before stargazing, two healer parents who considered cleanliness not only a virtue but a professional obligation, and an uncle whose standards bordered on obsession, she had accumulated years of practice with the Glass Cleaning Charm. Wand in hand, Iris gave it a subtle wave with no incantation spoken aloud. Magic rippled across the mirror's surface, the cloudy film dissolving at once until the glass shone with such crystalline clarity that a fool might have mistaken the reflection of the classroom ceiling for a portal to another corner of the castle. Iris tipped it slightly, inspecting it out of habit for the sort of faint streaks most people would never notice. Satisfied that none remained, her attention caught on her own reflection instead and she scrunched up her nose. Somehow the mirror's newfound perfection had made constellation of freckles across her face more prominent in its pristineness. __________________ 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