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sweetpinkpixie · 07-12-2024, 01:53 PM

He really should not be so harsh on the Tsukiji Market seeing as it did host and boast some of the best and freshest seafood in Japan (some of his colleagues would say the world) and everything was treated with the utmost respect. The best sushi and sashimi could be found in the area as well and, perhaps...well, he really ought not get ahead of himself just yet - if not for his own sanity then for the sake of not riling up his old man more than he already was while waiting at home, likely reading by the fireplace, in anticipation for bombarding him with inquiries about how today had gone.

"I think there is one in every family. He may not seem it, but our Minister was the sole Gryffindor in a family of Slytherins." A dark past accompanied that status as well, one that tied into his relationship with his siblings, but it was one topic he would be dodging like bludgers - at least while they were in public. "Although, my younger sister did reveal to me in a moment of crisis around her fifth year that the Sorting Hat had nearly hatstalled with her while debating between Slytherin and Gryffindor." Which had surprised him and not given how ambitious she was, though he would have placed a bet on the potential hatstall being between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. He himself had, to perhaps no one's surprise, been a bit of a tossup between Hufflepuff - or at least the house had alluded to such during his anxious moments upon the stool in the Great Hall. "Does that mean Holly is a Ravenclaw like yourself or that she was sorted differently from Slytherin?" Her question caused a brief pause as he considered what the word hindrance meant to him personally, but the answer was almost immediate despite the pause to reflect. "Never a hindrance to be in the same house," he replied with a soft solemness uncharacteristic for what she knew of him thus far. "Perhaps more of a hindrance to my little brother once he got to Gryffindor because he was always compared to me...and by the time my little sister was attending Hogwarts...we all had already graduated." With little opportunity for much overlap in their school years, being in the same house or not mattered very little in the grand scheme of things with regard to family dynamics. Being at Hogwarts period had been a pleasure...all the hindrances occuring before his 11-year-old self had ever stepped foot into the castle. A topic of conversation he would be dodging like a bludger for the time being, or at least until they were in more private accommodations.

Ryu suddenly felt the extreme urge to smack his forehead with such force that his palm’s imprint remained. Of course, of course she was a Mediwitch and of course she had been there. Not only had he been literally told this tale by his old man during the whole ordeal that it was to get Ryu on this date, but he could also recall seeing her in passing during one of his security sweeps through the corridors to ensure that none of the Neo-Alliance had made it beyond their blockade. His cheeks scorched with his embarrassment as he hastily reached for his glass of lukewarm tap water that had been provided to the table a little earlier simply so that he could have something to occupy his hands and mouth so that he could think a bit more before he spoke next. He did take a sip from of the mediocre water before putting it back down on the table or else look even more ridiculous than he felt. “Thank you…for your service,” he spoke softly while reaching across the table to take one of her hands. “Those who wield wands are often those who receive the headlines in the Prophet and are the focus of the legacy but…without people like you in your profession…there would be no legacy to survive.” Unconsciously, though very much instinctively, his thumb began to rub the back of her hand tenderly while his gaze lingered upon her for several breaths before his attention was drawn away from her beautiful brown eyes to the plum blossoms in the vase before her. His hand slowly retreated back to his side of the table and he smiled as the scent of the blossoms seemingly wafted his direction - or perhaps it was simply the overpoweringly sweet scent from the kitchen here flooding his nostrils. “Then they are in good hands.” Good soft hands.

Ryu shifted a bit in his seat, his shoulders rolling before he rolled his sleeves up just above the elbow, and chuckled. “Not sure where to begin with Himitsumahou but…” He lifted a finger to point to the plum blossoms. “...the grounds and gardens are lined with plum blossom trees and cherry blossom trees, each blooming at a slightly different time of the year so for the entirety of spring the entire campus seems to have this ethereal pink glow to it.” Granted, not all of the plum blossoms were pink, those before her among those types, but the overall aurora of things did have a particularly pink sentiment. “We’re a sister school to Mahoutokoro, which is more renowned abroad due to its location I imagine. We’re located deep within a forest at the base of Mt. Fuji, the castle itself once being the secret imperial palace to the first emperor of Japan, Emperor Jimmu who was one of the wizarding world's first Seers.” By this point he had fully slipped into his headmaster persona, which was a mighty fine way to squander any romance that may have been gently simmering just a moment earlier. “It would be a millennia after Emperor Jimmu before they came about, but our methodology is based on the ancient samurai moral code of bushido, the way of the warrior,, which bears similarity to this country’s ideology of chivalry among knights though it is not a perfect parallel. Tabenakutemo kami no youni tsue o furuimasu …even if you have not eaten, wield your wand like the divine,” he further elaborated, his index finger tracing the school’s motto across the table as though he were writing the most elegant calligraphy with his touch. Something he realized he was doing another second later and cleared his throat while he stepped out of his metaphorical office and back into the date. “I also serve as the Defense Against Dark Arts professor, something my father likely has mentioned to you an unnecessary number of times, and run the school’s kendo club.”

This would be the opportune moment to ask her about her professor and what she did, but his mind was now entirely too preoccupied with fretting over rambling on too much about Himitsumahou and then distracting himself with the menu - and menu which he felt so entirely out of his comfort zone with. Splashing kappas, he really ought to make more trips out to his second home of England seeing as he had nearly forgotten what a Cornish Pasty even was. “I am not even sure I can remember the last time I had one,” he chuckled while his gaze shifted between his cursory inspection of the menu and her features.”Perhaps an array of those with some tea then,” he nodded in agreement. “That seems to…round out the Puddifooot’s Dating Experience.” Well, save for all the canoodling some of the couples were doing - grindylows would be flying before he would ever be so brazen. "It has been a while since I've had a proper cuppa so...I am humbly at the mercy of your recommendation for what will best suited."

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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: 41,560 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	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf He really should not be so harsh on the Tsukiji Market seeing as it did host and boast some of the best and freshest seafood in Japan (some of his colleagues would say the world) and everything was treated with the utmost respect. The best sushi and sashimi could be found in the area as well and, perhaps...well, he really ought not get ahead of himself just yet - if not for his own sanity then for the sake of not riling up his old man more than he already was while waiting at home, likely reading by the fireplace, in anticipation for bombarding him with inquiries about how today had gone. "I think there is one in every family. He may not seem it, but our Minister was the sole Gryffindor in a family of Slytherins." A dark past accompanied that status as well, one that tied into his relationship with his siblings, but it was one topic he would be dodging like bludgers - at least while they were in public. "Although, my younger sister did reveal to me in a moment of crisis around her fifth year that the Sorting Hat had nearly hatstalled with her while debating between Slytherin and Gryffindor." Which had surprised him and not given how ambitious she was, though he would have placed a bet on the potential hatstall being between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. He himself had, to perhaps no one's surprise, been a bit of a tossup between Hufflepuff - or at least the house had alluded to such during his anxious moments upon the stool in the Great Hall. "Does that mean Holly is a Ravenclaw like yourself or that she was sorted differently from Slytherin?" Her question caused a brief pause as he considered what the word hindrance meant to him personally, but the answer was almost immediate despite the pause to reflect. "Never a hindrance to be in the same house," he replied with a soft solemness uncharacteristic for what she knew of him thus far. "Perhaps more of a hindrance to my little brother once he got to Gryffindor because he was always compared to me...and by the time my little sister was attending Hogwarts...we all had already graduated." With little opportunity for much overlap in their school years, being in the same house or not mattered very little in the grand scheme of things with regard to family dynamics. Being at Hogwarts period had been a pleasure...all the hindrances occuring before his 11-year-old self had ever stepped foot into the castle. A topic of conversation he would be dodging like a bludger for the time being, or at least until they were in more private accommodations. Ryu suddenly felt the extreme urge to smack his forehead with such force that his palm’s imprint remained. Of course, of course she was a Mediwitch and of course she had been there. Not only had he been literally told this tale by his old man during the whole ordeal that it was to get Ryu on this date, but he could also recall seeing her in passing during one of his security sweeps through the corridors to ensure that none of the Neo-Alliance had made it beyond their blockade. His cheeks scorched with his embarrassment as he hastily reached for his glass of lukewarm tap water that had been provided to the table a little earlier simply so that he could have something to occupy his hands and mouth so that he could think a bit more before he spoke next. He did take a sip from of the mediocre water before putting it back down on the table or else look even more ridiculous than he felt. “Thank you…for your service,” he spoke softly while reaching across the table to take one of her hands. “Those who wield wands are often those who receive the headlines in the Prophet and are the focus of the legacy but…without people like you in your profession…there would be no legacy to survive.” Unconsciously, though very much instinctively, his thumb began to rub the back of her hand tenderly while his gaze lingered upon her for several breaths before his attention was drawn away from her beautiful brown eyes to the plum blossoms in the vase before her. His hand slowly retreated back to his side of the table and he smiled as the scent of the blossoms seemingly wafted his direction - or perhaps it was simply the overpoweringly sweet scent from the kitchen here flooding his nostrils. “Then they are in good hands.” Good soft hands. Ryu shifted a bit in his seat, his shoulders rolling before he rolled his sleeves up just above the elbow, and chuckled. “Not sure where to begin with Himitsumahou but…” He lifted a finger to point to the plum blossoms. “...the grounds and gardens are lined with plum blossom trees and cherry blossom trees, each blooming at a slightly different time of the year so for the entirety of spring the entire campus seems to have this ethereal pink glow to it.” Granted, not all of the plum blossoms were pink, those before her among those types, but the overall aurora of things did have a particularly pink sentiment. “We’re a sister school to Mahoutokoro, which is more renowned abroad due to its location I imagine. We’re located deep within a forest at the base of Mt. Fuji, the castle itself once being the secret imperial palace to the first emperor of Japan, Emperor Jimmu who was one of the wizarding world's first Seers.” By this point he had fully slipped into his headmaster persona, which was a mighty fine way to squander any romance that may have been gently simmering just a moment earlier. “It would be a millennia after Emperor Jimmu before they came about, but our methodology is based on the ancient samurai moral code of bushido, the way of the warrior,, which bears similarity to this country’s ideology of chivalry among knights though it is not a perfect parallel. Tabenakutemo kami no youni tsue o furuimasu …even if you have not eaten, wield your wand like the divine,” he further elaborated, his index finger tracing the school’s motto across the table as though he were writing the most elegant calligraphy with his touch. Something he realized he was doing another second later and cleared his throat while he stepped out of his metaphorical office and back into the date. “I also serve as the Defense Against Dark Arts professor, something my father likely has mentioned to you an unnecessary number of times, and run the school’s kendo club.” This would be the opportune moment to ask her about her professor and what she did, but his mind was now entirely too preoccupied with fretting over rambling on too much about Himitsumahou and then distracting himself with the menu - and menu which he felt so entirely out of his comfort zone with. Splashing kappas, he really ought to make more trips out to his second home of England seeing as he had nearly forgotten what a Cornish Pasty even was. “I am not even sure I can remember the last time I had one,” he chuckled while his gaze shifted between his cursory inspection of the menu and her features.”Perhaps an array of those with some tea then,” he nodded in agreement. “That seems to…round out the Puddifooot’s Dating Experience.” Well, save for all the canoodling some of the couples were doing - grindylows would be flying before he would ever be so brazen. "It has been a while since I've had a proper cuppa so...I am humbly at the mercy of your recommendation for what will best suited." __________________ 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