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sweetpinkpixie · 05-06-2022, 10:00 AM

She had almost forgotten about class entirely thanks to the dredges of her morning tea and the peculiar shape they had taken. Perhaps some insight behind the fabricated mystery that was the locked door the headmaster had spoke of at the feast? It was not a question she had particularly been seeking an answer for, but if the tea leaves wanted to reveal it to her then that was their business. She had been busy turning and pondering and pondering and turning when a musky draft pulled her from her focus. Thankfully her school bag had already been packed and she was able to leave the comforts of her bed easily to drift down to the History of Magic classroom where she once again paused before the threshold to consider the air flowing in and out. Lips pursed, she waited for a few of her peers to cross over first before doing so herself.

Slipping into the seat directly behind Finn-no-to-be-confused-with-Rhett (who she would have greeted but he seemed in deep concentration so she refrained), Mitsuki kept her bag on her lap and turned her attention to the crossword puzzle Professor Holden had indicated. Lips pursed, the Ravenclaw found inspiration in the cross sections and put her quill to the parchment to work on a little character she had grown fond of during her silences and was intending on including in the horoscope column she would soon have for The Quill. Filling in the horizontal lines, the ones that mattered the most today, with concentrated scribbling, she set her paper aside for just a moment to consider the board - specifically the Latin.

"Hmmmm," she hummed to herself before adding one final touch to her paper.

Oh. There were two phoenix haired people in front of her now. Curious.

05-06-2022, 10:00 AM	#7 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,796 Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf She had almost forgotten about class entirely thanks to the dredges of her morning tea and the peculiar shape they had taken. Perhaps some insight behind the fabricated mystery that was the locked door the headmaster had spoke of at the feast? It was not a question she had particularly been seeking an answer for, but if the tea leaves wanted to reveal it to her then that was their business. She had been busy turning and pondering and pondering and turning when a musky draft pulled her from her focus. Thankfully her school bag had already been packed and she was able to leave the comforts of her bed easily to drift down to the History of Magic classroom where she once again paused before the threshold to consider the air flowing in and out. Lips pursed, she waited for a few of her peers to cross over first before doing so herself. Slipping into the seat directly behind Finn-no-to-be-confused-with-Rhett (who she would have greeted but he seemed in deep concentration so she refrained), Mitsuki kept her bag on her lap and turned her attention to the crossword puzzle Professor Holden had indicated. Lips pursed, the Ravenclaw found inspiration in the cross sections and put her quill to the parchment to work on a little character she had grown fond of during her silences and was intending on including in the horoscope column she would soon have for The Quill. Filling in the horizontal lines, the ones that mattered the most today, with concentrated scribbling, she set her paper aside for just a moment to consider the board - specifically the Latin. "Hmmmm," she hummed to herself before adding one final touch to her paper. Oh. There were two phoenix haired people in front of her now. Curious. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes