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Harron Peasley · 07-18-2023, 07:49 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

It was, honestly, almost pathetically comical how long it had taken him - them - to get to where they were now. Pretty exclusively his own doing thanks to his timidness and overthinking despite Phoebe (sometimes literally) knocking sense into him. He did not notice the toying with the necklace, not yet at least, seeing as he was preoccupied with his own thoughts and reflecting back on just how everything had happened. From dodging death by the wand of Neo Alliance members in a broom closet where urgency and fear of oblivion had fueled actions to now...it had been one wild journey. Thus far.

His eyes refocused on Florrie who, she may be relieved to know, he had mostly taken off his rose colored glasses towards. He realized now, understood, how often he had done this too...each and every time it resulting in an unrequited crush or heartache. Seeing people for the potential you wanted them to have and being ignorant to the person they were showing you they were was one of his vices, good in some ways and detrimental in others. He was, of course, to stubborn to believe the girl (woman) he thought Florrie was was not in there somewhere...but he was no longer holding on to her. Had not been for some time. A fist to the face would do that to a person. So, it was okay, Florrie. He had taken you off the marble pedestal a more boyish and naive Cooper sculpted your likeness upon.

"Oh...um..." he chuckled with another little rub to the back of his neck before he sat up straight again and tried to adjust his healer robes. He really needed to get these fixed before he lost circulation at the shoulders. "Perhaps? She was a year above us," he explained. Or had it been two? Time was rather muddy in hindsight and with her being held back a year. Academics and moving forward was hard for their generation. Wartime had that effect. "Her name is Olivia...if that rings a bell. She attends WADA now."

Relief and disappointment continued to war for dominance as Florrie watched the boy - the man before her adjust his robes. She knew a few spell that would help, but now didn't seem the right time to point out that he needed a new uniform.

The name did ring a bell, though for once Florrie didn't have to pretend that wasn't sure; although it seemed familiar, she couldn't picture the person in her mind, so the impression of the girl hadn't been enough to linger through the years. Maybe, for Olivia, that was a good thing - the people whom Florrie remembered weren't always thought of favourably. She shrugged, leaning over slightly to adjust her knee-high boots, and when she looked back up she smiled at Cooper. "Vaguely, though it's a fairly common name," she admitted, an almost apologetic note to her voice. Though why she was apologising was lost on her. "If you're happy, Coop, I'm happy for you."

That part was, at least, true.

07-18-2023, 07:49 PM	#47 (permalink)
Harron Peasley Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Losers Club Posts: 7,595 Hogwarts RPG Name: Reuben Albert Darcy-Stemp Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Billie Love Stemp Gryffindor Fifth Year x3	Sarah thinks I'm cute \| Shan's safe space. Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie It was, honestly, almost pathetically comical how long it had taken him - them - to get to where they were now. Pretty exclusively his own doing thanks to his timidness and overthinking despite Phoebe (sometimes literally) knocking sense into him. He did not notice the toying with the necklace, not yet at least, seeing as he was preoccupied with his own thoughts and reflecting back on just how everything had happened. From dodging death by the wand of Neo Alliance members in a broom closet where urgency and fear of oblivion had fueled actions to now...it had been one wild journey. Thus far. His eyes refocused on Florrie who, she may be relieved to know, he had mostly taken off his rose colored glasses towards. He realized now, understood, how often he had done this too...each and every time it resulting in an unrequited crush or heartache. Seeing people for the potential you wanted them to have and being ignorant to the person they were showing you they were was one of his vices, good in some ways and detrimental in others. He was, of course, to stubborn to believe the girl (woman) he thought Florrie was was not in there somewhere...but he was no longer holding on to her. Had not been for some time. A fist to the face would do that to a person. So, it was okay, Florrie. He had taken you off the marble pedestal a more boyish and naive Cooper sculpted your likeness upon. "Oh...um..." he chuckled with another little rub to the back of his neck before he sat up straight again and tried to adjust his healer robes. He really needed to get these fixed before he lost circulation at the shoulders. "Perhaps? She was a year above us," he explained. Or had it been two? Time was rather muddy in hindsight and with her being held back a year. Academics and moving forward was hard for their generation. Wartime had that effect. "Her name is Olivia...if that rings a bell. She attends WADA now." Relief and disappointment continued to war for dominance as Florrie watched the boy - the man before her adjust his robes. She knew a few spell that would help, but now didn't seem the right time to point out that he needed a new uniform. The name did ring a bell, though for once Florrie didn't have to pretend that wasn't sure; although it seemed familiar, she couldn't picture the person in her mind, so the impression of the girl hadn't been enough to linger through the years. Maybe, for Olivia, that was a good thing - the people whom Florrie remembered weren't always thought of favourably. She shrugged, leaning over slightly to adjust her knee-high boots, and when she looked back up she smiled at Cooper. "Vaguely, though it's a fairly common name," she admitted, an almost apologetic note to her voice. Though why she was apologising was lost on her. "If you're happy, Coop, I'm happy for you." That part was, at least, true. __________________ ⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________ Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽