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sweetpinkpixie · 09-14-2026, 01:48 AM

As satisfying as it was seeing so many younger students gathered for Gobstones tryouts, Nyle couldn't help the more somber hang of his shoulders.

One last time.

Nyle lingered near the back of the line for a moment, hands tucked into his robes as he looked over the hopeful faces around him. Some he'd spent time mentoring over the past term or two — showing them how to judge a shot, when to take an extremely calculated risk, and most importantly... how to laugh when a perfectly reasonable strategy ended with a Gobstone splattering someone directly in the face.

He hoped he'd managed to kindle something in them. Something that would remain after he was gone from these stone corridors. An interest. A fondness for the sport. The sort of spark that made someone want to keep playing and not give up even when the odds were stacked against them and they were covered in foul smelling goo.

It certainly helped that the Junior Firecrabs had ended his final season with the team victoriously. He glanced toward the arena, where the familiar triangular arrangement of marbles waited beyond the line. It would be nice to graduate with Hufflepuff in first place.

Assuming, of course, that he made the team again.

His stomach gave a small, thoroughly unhelpful twist that, thankfully, did not encourage his pre-tryout banana to make an appearance.

The lanky blond exhaled through his nose and gave himself a full-body shake. There was no point worrying about it before he'd even picked up a gobstone. The seventh year was always particularly good at giving advice... and not the best at taking his own.

He stepped forward when the line began to move, rubbing his palms together once before reaching into the box. His fingers moved through the marbles until he selected one at random, lifting it into the light for a brief inspection ― though he really was not sure what he was looking for, if anything.

With a faint smile, Nyle tucked it into his palm and waited his turn ― and quietly cheered on housemates Beatrice and Miguel, of course. When it came, the Hufflepuff stepped over the line and rolled his shoulders once, Gobstone nestled carefully between his index and middle fingers. He studied the arrangement ahead of him for a few seconds, gauging the distance and angle before drawing his arm back. With one final breath, he released the stone with a smooth, confident flick of his wrist ― more fast-growing vine ~~that may or may not have ransacked the Hufflepuff common room~~ than a seedling beginning to poke out of the soil ― and watched closely as it skimmed across the wood toward the clustered marbles...

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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: 41,523 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	Nyle Harden \| Hufflepuff astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf As satisfying as it was seeing so many younger students gathered for Gobstones tryouts, Nyle couldn't help the more somber hang of his shoulders. One last time. Nyle lingered near the back of the line for a moment, hands tucked into his robes as he looked over the hopeful faces around him. Some he'd spent time mentoring over the past term or two — showing them how to judge a shot, when to take an extremely calculated risk, and most importantly... how to laugh when a perfectly reasonable strategy ended with a Gobstone splattering someone directly in the face. He hoped he'd managed to kindle something in them. Something that would remain after he was gone from these stone corridors. An interest. A fondness for the sport. The sort of spark that made someone want to keep playing and not give up even when the odds were stacked against them and they were covered in foul smelling goo. It certainly helped that the Junior Firecrabs had ended his final season with the team victoriously. He glanced toward the arena, where the familiar triangular arrangement of marbles waited beyond the line. It would be nice to graduate with Hufflepuff in first place. Assuming, of course, that he made the team again. His stomach gave a small, thoroughly unhelpful twist that, thankfully, did not encourage his pre-tryout banana to make an appearance. The lanky blond exhaled through his nose and gave himself a full-body shake. There was no point worrying about it before he'd even picked up a gobstone. The seventh year was always particularly good at giving advice... and not the best at taking his own. He stepped forward when the line began to move, rubbing his palms together once before reaching into the box. His fingers moved through the marbles until he selected one at random, lifting it into the light for a brief inspection ― though he really was not sure what he was looking for, if anything. With a faint smile, Nyle tucked it into his palm and waited his turn ― and quietly cheered on housemates Beatrice and Miguel, of course. When it came, the Hufflepuff stepped over the line and rolled his shoulders once, Gobstone nestled carefully between his index and middle fingers. He studied the arrangement ahead of him for a few seconds, gauging the distance and angle before drawing his arm back. With one final breath, he released the stone with a smooth, confident flick of his wrist ― more fast-growing vine ~~that may or may not have ransacked the Hufflepuff common room~~ than a seedling beginning to poke out of the soil ― and watched closely as it skimmed across the wood toward the clustered marbles... __________________ 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