curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog Nettie had been coming back from the library, having just finished a study session when she heard the commotion coming from the arena. The Headmistress really had a SHRILL voice on her, didn't she? She was becoming more and more thankful that she hadn't gone here - having to listen to that voice would have done her head in at this point in her academic career.
As Nettie entered, she just caught the last bit of Phoebe asking why they would ruin the ball, and Noble going on about not accusing a first year without a wand. Wait, what? What on EARTH was going on here...her eyes took in the scene as she approached, running over Phoebe, Noble, Trent, Eiji, Missa, the Beauxbaton students...and then all the busted decorations.
Slowly, pieces of the puzzle started to work together in the young Ravenclaw's brain.
Her first instinct, of course, was to immediately run to Trent and tell him that whatever was going on, it was OBVIOUSLY the Beauxbatons students. They'd tried to frame them at the yoga class, and now this! She didn't trust them as far as she could throw them - which was not far. Duh. But she still wasn't exactly sure WHAT had happened, as it also reminded her a bit of the scene in the Ombrelune common room - and she was still not so sure a Beauxbaton student was behind that. That had been too...ANIMAL like....
So instead, she simply walked in and stood quietly next to the Headmaster, ready to assume Prefect duties if necessary.
__________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid |