Three clues to guess
A scholar of softness and subtlety
Known for magic that alters the world without force, he commands rooms not by height but by harmony.
Keeper of the airy syllable
Among the castle’s countless utterances, he guards the one mispronounced by novices yet vital to rising.
Featherweight master in a stone labyrinth
Though the fortress dwarfs him, his craft lets the lightest touch outweigh the heaviest walls.
Known for magic that alters the world without force, he commands rooms not by height but by harmony.
Keeper of the airy syllable
Among the castle’s countless utterances, he guards the one mispronounced by novices yet vital to rising.
Featherweight master in a stone labyrinth
Though the fortress dwarfs him, his craft lets the lightest touch outweigh the heaviest walls.
iNPC: Alexander Whitlock
Three clues to guess
Flitwick?
| PC Piper Hart - Slytherin | |
Sta: x | Eva: x | Str: x | Wis: x | Arc: x | Acc: x |
Sta: x | Eva: x | Str: x | Wis: x | Arc: x | Acc: x |
Three clues to guess
@Piper Hart its your turn
Real girls aren't perfect and perfect girls aren't real. ~Harry Edward Styles
Three clues to guess
You can take my turn Madeline. Sorry I’m out of ideas right now
| PC Piper Hart - Slytherin | |
Sta: x | Eva: x | Str: x | Wis: x | Arc: x | Acc: x |
Sta: x | Eva: x | Str: x | Wis: x | Arc: x | Acc: x |
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@Madeline Tomlinson Piper Hart said you could have her turn…
Hiiii
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@MADELINE TOMLINSON PIPER HART GAVE YOU HER TURN!!!!!!!
Hiiii
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Clue 1:
Hidden from sight as the years drifted by,
A storm in my magic no wand could untie.
Clue 2:
A quarrel once sparked where three wizards stood,
And fate made its choice—never gentle, never good.
Clue 3:
A secret long buried in a family’s despair,
Who am I, the sister they tried to protect with such care?
Hidden from sight as the years drifted by,
A storm in my magic no wand could untie.
Clue 2:
A quarrel once sparked where three wizards stood,
And fate made its choice—never gentle, never good.
Clue 3:
A secret long buried in a family’s despair,
Who am I, the sister they tried to protect with such care?
Real girls aren't perfect and perfect girls aren't real. ~Harry Edward Styles