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sweetpinkpixie · 07-09-2026, 02:31 AM

Iris inclined her head with a quiet, "Thank you, Professor," unable to suppress the small, jocund flicker of satisfaction that warmed her smile. Nonverbal magic had become something of a personal challenge over the past year ― specifically the moment she had laid her quill down after her final OWL exam. Every successful spell cast without a spoken incantation felt less like a triumph and more like another carefully placed stone in a path she intended to keep walking.

As the concealed doorway revealed itself, however, her attention shifted entirely. Not the activity she had expected them to partake in, but quietly chasizing herself for not anticipating it. Their professor had, after all, provided more then substantial evidence pointing towards something like this.

Her fingers instinctively found the handle of the silver mirror once more, turning it over in her palm as Professor Amstern explained its purpose and review of the threatening presence that was a basilisk. Not that she'd needed the reminder — few creatures inspired quite as much obsessive reading as one capable of killing with a glance — but habits of review had never hurt anyone.

She rose with the rest of the class and moved towards the entrance. Ordinarily, Iris would have welcomed an exercise like this alone. There was a certain comfort in relying solely upon the ordered chaos of her own thoughts, free from interruption or compromise. She had spent years convinced that her own mind made for the best company she could ask for.

Yet... since the summer, she'd found herself reluctantly revising that conclusion. There were, it turned out, distinct advantages to another perspective —another pair of eyes to notice what she'd overlooked (though she would all too often deny she had done so), another mind willing to challenge her assumptions before they calcified into certainty.

It was an adjustment she still wasn't entirely accustomed to making, but one she wasn't entirely sure she minded anymore.

The realization lingered only briefly before curiosity reclaimed its rightful place at the forefront of her thoughts ― though she did glance around to see if there was anyone migrating in her direction to pair or group up with.

Checking which direction the mirror faced for reflexive use, Iris stepped through the round doorway and into the tunnels, her grip on the silver frame tightening ever so slightly as the shadows swallowed her. If history had taught her anything today, it was that legends were at their most dangerous when people forgot to treat them as real. Even an animated statue, she suspected, deserved the courtesy of caution.

07-09-2026, 02:31 AM	#20 (permalink)
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 Iris inclined her head with a quiet, "Thank you, Professor," unable to suppress the small, jocund flicker of satisfaction that warmed her smile. Nonverbal magic had become something of a personal challenge over the past year ― specifically the moment she had laid her quill down after her final OWL exam. Every successful spell cast without a spoken incantation felt less like a triumph and more like another carefully placed stone in a path she intended to keep walking. As the concealed doorway revealed itself, however, her attention shifted entirely. Not the activity she had expected them to partake in, but quietly chasizing herself for not anticipating it. Their professor had, after all, provided more then substantial evidence pointing towards something like this. Her fingers instinctively found the handle of the silver mirror once more, turning it over in her palm as Professor Amstern explained its purpose and review of the threatening presence that was a basilisk. Not that she'd needed the reminder — few creatures inspired quite as much obsessive reading as one capable of killing with a glance — but habits of review had never hurt anyone. She rose with the rest of the class and moved towards the entrance. Ordinarily, Iris would have welcomed an exercise like this alone. There was a certain comfort in relying solely upon the ordered chaos of her own thoughts, free from interruption or compromise. She had spent years convinced that her own mind made for the best company she could ask for. Yet... since the summer, she'd found herself reluctantly revising that conclusion. There were, it turned out, distinct advantages to another perspective —another pair of eyes to notice what she'd overlooked (though she would all too often deny she had done so), another mind willing to challenge her assumptions before they calcified into certainty. It was an adjustment she still wasn't entirely accustomed to making, but one she wasn't entirely sure she minded anymore. The realization lingered only briefly before curiosity reclaimed its rightful place at the forefront of her thoughts ― though she did glance around to see if there was anyone migrating in her direction to pair or group up with. Checking which direction the mirror faced for reflexive use, Iris stepped through the round doorway and into the tunnels, her grip on the silver frame tightening ever so slightly as the shadows swallowed her. If history had taught her anything today, it was that legends were at their most dangerous when people forgot to treat them as real. Even an animated statue, she suspected, deserved the courtesy of caution. __________________ 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