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Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head:
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| Vera + others who want to come play <3 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Joseph would have much rather taken advantage of the practically empty castle again this Hogsmeade weekend and no guilt trip from family or really anyone else could have any sway over him. What could, however, was his wardrobe and the fact that an unfortunate potions explosion had utterly destroyed his favorite black jumper and a prank of Peeves ruined another in pewter. A couple of throw pillows, now ash on the floor of the Slytherin common room, had suffered the consequences and it really was by the grace of Weeping Unicorn's titular track that he hadn't blown his top some more. Miraculous, if you believed in miracles, things happened when you jammed out hard to the right music and the Room of Requirement gave you a dope set of skins.
Far from where he imagined both his twin and little sister would be, though not outright trying to avoid them either, the Slytherin fourth year strut into Gladrags and immediately raised the volume on his portable enchanted music player just a tad more. That same titular song by Weeping Unicorn, Rainbow in the Nox, blasted into his ears via his earbuds and his head nodding along to the beat. Not exactly headbanging, but it could get to that point if he really got into the pending guitar solo.
Removing his hood as he crossed the threshold into the shop, Joseph left a trail of powdery white show in his wake as he nudged not-so-gently but not purposefully past a blonde girl looking at the gloves without an apology or any real acknowledgement. Amethyst, grape jam, eggplant, violets and other such things tinted his thoughts and he rubbed his temple in agitation before trudging forward more towards the jumpers.
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