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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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| Jae is in his own little world but, we got some embarrassing things for you all astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf The journey back to Hogwarts had been cruel.
Utterly, devastatingly cruel.
Jae had been denied proper Bro Time™ for the entire train ride to Hogsmeade Station, which meant he'd been forced to occupy himself in the luggage compartment with nothing but his portable WWN radio and barely enough floor space to practice his latest routine.
Well. Almost nothing but. But that was a story for another time.
By the time Jae finally made his grand entrance into the Great Hall, he was more than ready to reclaim his best mate.
An arm slung comfortably over Adrian's shoulders, he practically strutted beside him toward the Slytherin table, every step carrying juuuuuust enough rhythm to suggest he was dancing to music nobody else could hear. So, really, the usual. His hair, on the other hand, was an unapologetic shade of bubblegum pink, the color having been part of his summer dance-tour aesthetic that had refused to leave him alone afterward.
He was keeping it. For now. At least until next week.
The morning had offered one less welcome souvenir. While getting dressed, he'd caught sight of the darkened patches feathering between his shoulder blades in the mirror. Thankfully, his uniform covered all that and there was no reason to let a minor inconvenience ruin the first night back before he got a formal consultation with the new healer.
Rather inconvenient and irritating to have to loop yet another person in, but it was apparently mandatory if he wanted to continue attending Hogwarts.
Pfft. Whatever. Stingy rules.
As they reached the table, Jae offered those already seated a series of casual "'sup" nods, his attention sweeping across the table as he punctuated them with the occasional flirtatious wink toward an attractive witch or wizard. Every so often, his greeting shifted into a neatly formed finger heart, thumb and index finger pinched together, which he flashed with varying degrees of sincerity depending on how much he liked a housemate's vibe. To the newly sorted, he added an easy grin and congratulatory 'welcome'.
Obviously Slytherin had excellent taste this year, as always.
Then his attention caught on the staff dais and his steps slowed a fraction before his entire body wilted against Adrian's side.
There was something deeply unfair about a person being that attractive and teaching Transfiguration. Jae's thoughts, already somewhat prone to wandering, had gone completely xerothermic in her general vicinity over the course of last term and the summer. A concerning lack of moisture in the brain, really.
"Can you believe it?" he sighed, clutching at Adrian's shoulder as though he'd just received news of a great personal tragedy. "Gryffindor got Professor Bom-VOSS-ee for their Head of House this term." He peeled himself away from Adrian just long enough to drop onto the bench, though not before giving his best mate the epitome of a kicked cruppy look. "I heard from one of my portrait informants on the way in," he explained, "So I had several minutes to process the betrayal before I stole you back."
His hand came dramatically to his chest.
"And what do we get? Professor Hawkins," he continued, his nose wrinkled. "No offense to the woman... but I feel like she's more than a few leaves short of a compost pile."
__________________ 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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