( call it any name you need // private; harry )

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]This new power was.. Awful. Not the poor quality awful, not the damned-to-hell awful, the sort of awful that brought about distress and struggle through a daily life. Flow was grateful she had it, absolutely, but here she lay curled in a ball among the stairs, trying to ignore the steps turned into stomps and wind turned into thunder all because of it. But, truly, had she complained once? Not at all, because she wasn't at all unappreciative as she could come off as, and it was something she would never want to be considered even in the slightest.


    So, she was silent about it, the silver tabby doing her best to relax as the power fluctuated at it's will, tweaking the volume of every little thing but only to become louder or more natural so that the passing sounds of everyday shattered in their vibrations through the air. The conversations became a distressing and distorted loud ramble around her, so she restrained herself from participating, and she was silent. Letting a yawn part her jaws, she lay on the stair quietly and watched everything simply.. happen, around her. Perhaps she was just suffering the downside of super senses.


    // mmh sorry, there wasn't much muse in this
    she's pretty much just laying on the stairs of the school trying to relax bc super senses is being a bitch. i know i drew out some sentences and they might have come off as confused so yeah

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    The tom exited the doors of the school, just placing a paw on the first step of the stairs before taking notice of Flowerpaw, whom was curled up on the stairs. Taking care to not step on her, Harry made his way down to sit beside her, watching her with his rich green optics.


    Harry himself didn't have powers, except for flower prints, of course. However, from what he'd been told by family and family friends alike, both his parents had been in position of a few powers themselves. Hopefully that meant he too, would eventually discover his true potential. but april was poor at the moment so that'd have to wait Therefore, he could provide no advice, but he could provide comfort somehow.


    "Hi, Flowerpaw. You alright?" He asked, head tipped. It seemed obvious something wasn't right, but the polite thing to do was ask.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Picking up the voice relative to familiar, she turned her head, placing it on her paws so that olive oculars looked up at Harry. After a moment, she eased up to a seat, feeling a recognizable ringing sting her brain and sizzle against her mind, a sort of white hot pain that felt akin to pulling a vital wire inside of her head. Wincing ever so slightly at the pain, her ears flexed in their position, swiveling a bit as he spoke as a signal of her listening to his question.


    Getting used to the static resulting from various malfunctions and her previously still condition, Flowerpaw responded carefully, "I'm alright. Just.. Having a bit of trouble with this whole power thing. And how're you?"


    [s]what are you planning to get him? i can send you it, since i have plenty in my bank and inventory c:

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    I see... well, I was just going taking a walk. Would you like to come with me- I mean, you don't have to. I know you aren't feeling well so, sitting is fine." He said a bit quieter now, taking notice of Flowerpaw wincing. Oh god, that didn't come out very well. Harry needed to work on his social skills. Blinking, the male proceeded to facepalm himself mentally, frowning. His head turned away now, eyes intent on his paws.
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