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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
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| missa and nina :3 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf To say the Slytherin was having a miserable start of term would be an understatement. There was a dark rain cloud of salt pouring down over him everywhere he went and no class was a firmer reminder of this than Care of Magical Creatures. It had nothing to do with the professor's personality (okay...maybe a little) nor did Eiji find the man inadequate at his job. It simply was the 17-year-old perpetual state of being and aesthetic, as some would describe it. Professor Williamson also was a reminder of the seventh year's failure to his bloodline, not that he was thinking about THAT as he stepped into the area with his jaw already set and offered the man a curt nod before moving over to collect himself a creature of the day.
He could only imagine how love struck Rebecca was looking right now too.
Eiji's choice of pet was a hairless rat, so of course he did not own a cat or a kneazle and he gave his selection very little thought as he scooped up the nearest one to him. Which just so happened to be a rather large black cat who purred immediately, was essentially an affectionate potato, and drooled. Well...at least the cat matched the color of his soul: black.
Yes. James Eiji Rasting was being dramatic.
Lugging his furry burden over towards Missa and Nina, Eiji sighed. "Hi."
__________________ 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 |
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