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Want to test out that theory? This class photo just keeps getting bigger and bigger I swear. We've got 7th years now! They get their own row

Finally done with the school shopping, Azalea announced "Ice creams!", and dragged Vera out of Madam Malkins. At the door, she suddenly paused, looking at Trance again, still looking overwhelmed. Where was this kid's parents? Or friends? Was he really just here on his own? Blowing out a big sigh, Azalea decided to do her second (she tried to limit herself to five) altruistic thing of the day. "Hey kid! Come to Fortescue's with us. I'll buy you an ice-cream." Another kid, looking extremely intimidated. What was it with first years wandering about alone today? No, wait - there was an adult coming back with a cauldron. Still. Irresponsible. She tracked where he was looking, and saw Jane's brown mop disappear into the apothecary. She couldn't help but smirk. From what she knew of the older girl, Jane was brilliant but brusque, and had a reputation for threatening to transfigure first-years. "Starting early, I see!" She called out, wondering if Jane would hear her. "She's not allowed to transfigure people," she assured the boy. "...Yet." Truly, only a matter of time before Jane makes professor and gets to do whatever she wanted. And there's Orry. And his dad straightening his robes. She giggled at his embarrassment, throwing him a wave. "Just got here, did you? We're already done our shopping. We're going to Fortescue's!"

So for context, Thistle is and always has been innocent. I think they were involved in the Minions of Mischief but in a way that they were unaware of their true goals. All Thistle did was supply the odd herb or bomb flower or so, and maybe run some errands. So in some ways, the concession in my mind is 1) Just general grief over the loops and wanting it to end and 2)Thistle finding out from Cindra just what they're a part of, becoming horrified and mad in the process, which leads to them jumping in the river, refusing to be part of anything anymore. I've been considering that when its all over, Thistle begs Ap to remove their memory of the loops. Haven't exactly cleared it with Aman, but I wanted to write something, a conclusion. This is an epilogue in which that happens. @coco.pudding thanks for writing this story through the game with me! @Burnt Spaghetti as well. I loved our characters. I'm also assuming here that Zymni does get to go home @Wonko the Sane can correct me if he doesn't think that happens. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Thistle woke up. “Zymni, it’s a holiday, shop doesn’t open till…” They blinked. There wasn’t… They could have sworn Zymni was knocking, but the door was silent. Sunlight streamed through their windowsill through the violets. Thistle got up, slowly, padded over to the window. Bustling in the streets. The Hero’s Carnival slowly winding up. A smile came across their face. They loved the Hero’s Carnival, this would be Zymni’s first! Thistle couldn’t wait to introduce Zymni to Terminian food, and Thistle blinked. A shadow of a dream, maybe? Something about Zymni, or the Hero’s Carnival. Some bad, bad dream that Thistle couldn’t quite remember but… an imprint of a thought. Something about fear and anger and… water? Thistle shivered, although the sun was warm. Slowly, they went through their routine. Brushed their hair, braided it. Washed their face, even though the feel of water on their face was … an odd shock. Scowling, they left their bedroom to search for Zymni. She wasn’t… in her room. Thistle found themselves breathing hard. Not about not being able to find Zymni, something… something told them Zymni was alright and happy, that they’d… found a way home, but how did they know that? Why did they know that? Yesterday Zymni had been telling Thistle how she was despairing of ever finding a way home. No, they were upset about… why was this day feeling so… strange? Like some weird form of deja-vu? They knew things, somehow that they’d… They went down into the shop, which suddenly felt so empty without Zymni’s presence. Still feeling that strange lack of upsetness, that strange certainty that Zymni had found what she had been looking for despite no evidence at all… Slowly, they went through the motions of getting their shop ready for the Carnival. Watering, trimming, pruning. The little bell on their door rang. A woman came in. Gorgeous, with forest-green eyes, long brown hair, and a nervous smile. Sword at her hip, walked like a fighter, hands clenching and unclenching as if unsure what to do with them. Her eyes landed on Thistle, and she stopped in her tracks. Thistle had never met this woman in their life, but something about her simultaneously made Thistle relax while making their heart speed up. “H-Happy Hero’s Carnival, welcome to Fairy Flowers! Are you l-looking for anything specific?” Why were they stuttering? Thistle didn’t get crushes, their feelings tended to develop over time and with familiarity, why did they feel so… and to a stranger, and… The woman was still staring at her, as if trying to find words herself. Thistle fidgeted. “I… I haven’t seen you around Clock Town before! My names -” “Thistle.” The woman said. Thistle paused. “Y-yes! Thistle.” Were they - they glanced around - oh, of course, their name was embroidered on their apron, of course she knew their name. The woman opened her mouth, closed it. Tried again. “It’s me. Amora.” She paused, scrutinizing Thistle. “Amora…” Thistle said, feeling the shape of the name in their mouth, in their heart. “That’s a…very pretty name.” The woman - Amora - looked away, something flashing across her features. Thistle suddenly felt as if they’d said something wrong somehow. “I’m sorry, I - … Do I know you?” They said, softly. “I woke up today feeling like… I’ve lost something. Something I didn’t want, but was… important, somehow.” Amora’s eyes were fixed on Thistle’s. Roaming their face. Thistle would have been flushing at this close attention from a stranger, but… “N…No.” Amora said, softly, and was Thistle the one disappointed now? Some part of them had hoped for a different answer… Amora reached into her satchel, came up with a piece of paper with writing on it. “I wrote you a… I…” Something heavy settled in Thistle’s heart, some strange fear. They found themselves taking a step back. Amora noticed. Her face, carefully controlled, suddenly broke, and there was grief in her face, and she crumpled. Instinct took over. Before they realized it, Thistle was already around the counter trying to give the woman a hug. Amora grabbed her and clung on to her like a drowning woman. Thistle felt her shaking, heard a stifled sob. Thistle squeezed her tight, feeling so lost, so safe in this woman’s arms. Eventually, Amora let go. Stepped back to compose herself. “I’m sorry, I… Thistle I’m so sorry.” “I don’t… I don’t know what you’re apologizing for…” Thistle said, softly. “I know.” Amora said. “I’m sorry.” “You know me,” Thistle tried. “But I... I don’t remember you.” Amora nodded. “And you don’t want to remember. That’s… entirely understandable. I’m sorry, I just wanted to see you, I just thought…” She sighed. “I should go.” “No!” Amora looked back, surprised. Thistle was clutching Amora’s hand. “Don’t… "don’t leave me again. Please…” Amora paused, guilt all over her face. "You don’t…you said you didn’t remember-” “I don’t but I… Something tells me that we were… important…to each other.” Thistle took a deep breath. Screwed their courage to the sticking place. “Give me the letter?” Amora looked conflicted. “Thistle, this was a mista - I shouldn’t have come here, I should… Thistle put out their hand. Amora pulled out the piece of paper again. Glanced at it. Shook her head, put it back in her satchel. “Why don’t… How about I just… Thistle, there’s a lot of pain in there. I never want to see you in that much pain again.” Thistle…sighed. Traitorously relieved, almost. But still. “I don’t… I don’t want you to go.” Amora didn’t answer. Thistle… Thistle gathered their courage once again. This… this was something they wanted. They walked through their store. Picked out a beautiful crystal rose. “Hi there, stranger,” they smiled. “My name’s Thistle. It’s the Hero’s Carnival, and I don’t have a d… a da…” Goddess, Thistle! “A date!” Amora let out a sound that was either a choked sob or a laugh. “What?” Thistle groaned, they could feel their face glowing. “Don’t make me suffer like this.” Amora laughed, stepped up, gallant as ever. “Hello Thistle. My name’s Amora.” She smiled, still sad but there was another expression, something like hope, fragile and beautiful. “I’m new in town, and I’d love for someone to show me around.” “Good!” Thistle’s voice, was, of course, suddenly a much higher pitch than usual. Because the goddesses hated them. But Amora was smiling, and holding their hand still, and Thistle felt, Thistle knew, that they’d been given a blessing, and and It was time, it was okay, it was… time to move forward. They took Amora’s hand - Amora gave her hand a little squeeze - and together they walked out into the daylight of Hero’s Carnival, the first - no, the first new day of...something. Something beautiful.

Azalea rolled her eyes, tossing an extra set of work robes at Trance. "Vera, first years need three sets of work robes. And a hat. And gloves. Dragon hide, or similar." She motioned to an attendant, who hopped to get the extra items. "Also, admirable restraint on not assigning him a trunk load of accessories. He does not look overwhelmed in the slightest!" She giggled. She then took another look at the pup. "It's frankly rude that the Sorting Hat only assigns you a House once you get there. Poor first years don't even know what color they're going to be stuck with for the next seven years." She paused. "Well, I knew. And Vera. But we've always known. You're..." She gave Trance a little poke. "Yeah, you're probably a Hufflepuff. Yellow won't be a bad color for you, it goes with your hair." "Well, have fun! We'll see you at Hogwarts. Remember, how many Sickles to a Galleon?" @Through the Living Mist

I love Jane she sounds like such a tired senior. Also the fact that Mist is a first year while you are the oldest student in this bunch who's older in real life? Here's what I got so far! Hm.. just realized I forgot the earmuffs. Oh well, they'll have to wait for after work. Taking that as a compliment and look! we got a senior here! (No one wants to be 12-14 you're either a baby or a teenager )

Big Leo/Little Leo is the funniest rivalry ever. Why does a 17-year-old have mutual beef with an 11-year-old Hey Archer, out of curiosity, what happens if everyone picks the same house? ----------- It's hard, so hard, to make school robes look remotely fashionable. You can't change the color, you can't change the cut, you can't even change the trim because that's House assigned! Still, Azalea and Vera did their best. When everyone had to have the same robes, you learned to accessorize. Scarves with more interesting patterns than just the House colors! Cute hair clips! Belts! Fun necklaces and bracelets! Last year, Azalea had worn enchanted moth hair-clips to match Vera's butterflies - it had been their thing. This year...maybe it was time to try heels. She was already a little taller than Vera, but it would be fun to tower over her! Were capes in this year? She could have sworn she saw another older boy also swishing around in a gorgeous green cape. Wildly impractical for everyday wear, but maybe they could add capes to their dress robes... Maybe a capelet, to be daring? She looked for Vera to get her opinion on a lacy, spiderweb shawl, and stopped. "Vera, no, the feather boa is pretty, but no." Then, she spotted a figure looking very lost. "Oh hey! Vera, look! It's your boy from before!" ( @coco.pudding @Through the Living Mist) ------ Welcome @Miss Fallen! Your brother and I go way back! And by way back I mean we've stabbed each other in the back a couple times, and one time I saved his team from certain doom If you'd like, I'd be happy to sketch your character too! Just drop me a description! Also Mist, I am no longer romancing you, because Trance is 11 xD

Updated w/ Big Leo, Sox and Raese! 6th years at the top, 5ths in the middle, 1sts at the bottom. Edit:

!!!! Both Leos have capes! That's so cute that they might match!! This knowledge makes Azalea very happy.

You know Azalea's just going to call them Big Leo and Little Leo. The fact that little Leo is 11 makes him so precious in his little cape

Its your character! Feel free Again, applies to everyone, please give criticism in terms of hairstyle, expression, accessories, anything that helps bring sketch closer to what you imagined !

Did you have a description of your character?

Made some concept art for current characters with descriptions! Obviously please correct me on what you imagine vs what i sketched. Orry and Forest are 6th years, Tom is probably up there too. Az and Vera are around 3rd I believe. and then we have the baby first years Leo and Trance.

I'm drawing everyone with descriptions and had the sudden realization that all you first years are eleven. I've been sketching teenagers but a bunch of you are babies.

Azalea shot the boy another glance as they leave. "You do like the lost puppies, don't you?" Shrugged. "We could use another errand boy. We'll see if we run into him again." Making their way to Flourish and Blotts, Azalea handed off her book list to someone at the counter. The required: Standard Book of Spells Grade 3, Intermediate Transfiguration, Spellman's Syllabary, Essential Defense Against the Dark Arts. And two or three books that weren't on the list: Essential Evocation, Intermediate Illusion, Thoreau's Theories of Time, A Tale of Trysts and Thaumathurgy - Book 2 of the Forbidden Fruits series. Vera raised her eyebrow at that one. Azalea hissed "The plot is good." @Through the living Wahr There was another boy there. Another first-year trying to sort out his book list. Foreign. German, by the rigidness of his spine. The cape was a very nice flourish that she could appreciate. Azalea graced him with a smile. "We don't often get Germans going to Hogwarts. Durmstrang's prestigious enough, is it not?" A little laugh. "I am Azalea. Blackwood." She gave him another appraising look, still smiling. "I am sure you can fend for yourself, but look for me at Hogwarts if you would like any help fitting in!" She rejoined Vera, who had already gathered their books and was smirking at her. "Oh shut up!" She laughed. "Robes next!"

"Vera, if you try and help every clueless idiot we come across, we'll never get our shopping done on time!" Azalea Blackwood tossed five galleons across the counter, nodding to a silver cauldron with sapphire inlays. One of the attendants scrambled to package it up for her. She paused, glanced at the nervous first-year that Vera had spoken to. Could've been cute, if he wasn't cringing and obviously out of his depth. She rolled her eyes. Tossed him another galleon. "Nice people like us aren't always going to be around. Learn quick, yeah?" A pause. "Preferably, not around us, for now. Maybe after you buy decent robes and a haircut." She turned back to Vera. "Now come on! Books, custom robe fittings, familiars, then the salon. I've booked us two hours and we shouldn't be late!" ---------- Description: Azalea has long, waist-length dark hair, sharp grey eyes, and the grace and smile of someone who bad things have never happened to ever.

Art dump of all the art I've made of these characters. New art (more realistic Amora and Thistle)

Look! I kept my promise to water Coliver! (Tell me if you picture her a different color)

This game still lives on in mine and Aman's memories

Me, claiming Mask of Truth to you. ..."This is exactly the same thing I did last game where I told Wahr I tracked him to gain his trust." So glad you decided to trust me anyway

I'll be honest, my lack of actual pushes had less to do with me being elim and more with me just not having the energy or time So it wasn't really alignment indicative

Hey Mist remember when you said my romance reminded you of last game Feel free to take this sign as anyone i romance in later games also being evil with me.

We were so close to winning Loop 3 if people hadn't pivoted to Stick. And even with that, if there had been one less vote on Stick, I could have Keatoned it so she lived and we had a 50/50 shot of getting a kill through in the night and winning the entire game. The issue was just that all our gambits piled up on L3 - Burnt's Scent's claim, getting Stone mask, my Silver claim- that I knew we wouldn't survive another loop. And besides, we were exhausted. Didn't think we had the energy to make a concerted push for mine and Stick's innocence. N3, I was just going to NK myself and have the Thistle Ophelia scene early, but then Aman proposed this final day idea, which was fun Coco and a bit of Burnt. Coco was instrumental in helping me math out my silver claim so it made sense

I'm counting this game as a personal victory because we all got outed by mech and not really being actually sussed I managed to be v!read by almost everyone until the very end when I used a Keaton just because I knew we had lost xD Also. This is going to make it so much harder for people to trust me when I'm village next game

Also yes, I never had enough to afford a silver! haHA TAX FRAUD

I have been informed that you were having painful real life things happening when I accused you Soz Also my original plan was to v!clear you so we could direct the exe at someone in the dead pool but someone had to had the Captains Hat and warned the thread about Stick So really, it's your own fault I had to accuse you of being elim The Doc He escaped his cage yes yes! the Doc is out