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*Zoe* · 08-06-2016, 01:34 AM

For those who belong in Hufflepuff House, in the middle of the Great Hall is where your table awaits. Gold banners containing an embroidered black badger float above the polished table in honour of the loyal Helga Hufflepuff. Already placed on the tables are silver plates with accompanying cutlery and goblets. All that is missing right now are the mountains of food and pitchers containing your favourite beverages.

Though your stomach might be growing as you take a seat on one of the long benches next to the table, it is important to not get hangry -- gnawing your arm away or jabbing your fork repeatedly on the surface of the table will do no good whatsoever. Give everyone some time to get settled in and wait for Headmistress Hawthorne to deliver her speech. Keep yourself preoccupied by catching up with your fellow housemates or those who are visiting from the other tables until it is time to sink your teeth into the hearty and delicious meal prepared by the house-elves.

MysteriesOfFate · 01-04-2018, 08:57 PM

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Night smiled. She absolutely understood this girl's nerves, as she was feeling a lot of similar ones herself. "I am American, actually. From Chicago." This time, she remembered to pause and take a breath between each sentence. "Night's a nickname,
really. My real name's Amanda, but nobody calls me that, not usually. She was actually kind of surprised that this girl was the first to ask about her name, considering it wasn't exactly common.

"I don't know if I caught your name," Night said as an afterthought.

June blushed through the freckle field that was her cheeks. "S-sorry, the name's June." She said, giving a little smile.

"I see, I only have a nickname with my parents... they call me sprout." She said with a small giggle.

"We're homesteaders, they grow our food, and magical plants, and muggle plants, and mom makes potions for the magic folks in the country and she makes tinctures to sell to the muggle folks." She explained.

"Dad's into magical creatures, the legal ones anyway." she tacked on at the end. Didn't want people thinking her families were harboring illegal creatures. Which they weren't.

Birchwoodmom · 01-04-2018, 10:19 PM

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June breathed a sigh of relief out of the corner of her mouth. Huzzah! Someone to talk to her first! She pushed her straight brown hair behind her ear and extended her hand to the girl.

"Hi, Emmalyn, I'm June." She said in a voice that, in this room, was quiet as a mouse. She sounded a lot louder in her head though. She gave a toothy smile, which crinkled her eyes, as she greeted the other young Hufflepuff.

"Yes, I'm a first year." She said, looking around the room. "I've... never seen this many people in one place before." she looked back at the other girl who, in contrast to herself, appeared to be a lot less anxious.

Emmalyn leaned in a bit closer to hear June over the roar of the room. She hadn't realized how loud the Great Hall had become in such a short time. "It's a pleasure to meet you, June." She smiled back and noticed Night moving closer.

Giving Night a moment to introduce herself to June, Emmalyn reached back and redid her ponytail. It had started coming loose when she put the Sorting Hat on and she hadn't bothered to fix it. It was getting so loose that hair was starting to fall over her face and it was tickling her cheeks.

She listened intently as June told about her family, wondering how great it must have been to grow up with magical parents. "So, both of your parents are magical?" Was that the word she was looking for? "A witch and wizard for parents? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

MysteriesOfFate · 01-04-2018, 10:59 PM

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Emmalyn leaned in a bit closer to hear June over the roar of the room. She hadn't realized how loud the Great Hall had become in such a short time. "It's a pleasure to meet you, June." She smiled back and noticed Night moving closer.

Giving Night a moment to introduce herself to June, Emmalyn reached back and redid her ponytail. It had started coming loose when she put the Sorting Hat on and she hadn't bothered to fix it. It was getting so loose that hair was starting to fall over her face and it was tickling her cheeks.

She listened intently as June told about her family, wondering how great it must have been to grow up with magical parents. "So, both of your parents are magical?" Was that the word she was looking for? "A witch and wizard for parents? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

June smiled. She guessed from the comment the girl in front of her must have been a halfblood or muggle born. "Yes, it can be called 'pureblood' but it basically just means both my parents were magical... and as far back as we can tell. I THINK there is a squib who's my... cousin of some flavour. Maybe like 5th cousin." June explained, rambling a bit before snapping back to the question she was asked.

"Oh, yeah, My younger sister Maria! She's a muggle, my parents adopted her. Or at least as of right now we THINK she's a muggle, we have no idea who her parents were, but she was adopted through the muggle legal system so... that was a time. I was 7 when we adopted her, and she was 1 then, so she's 5 now."

Oh no, they unleashed June. She didn't do well in large crowds but once you got her alone or in a small group a CHATTERBOX CAN BE RELEASED.

"What about you? You must be halfblood or muggleborn then?" She asked to Emmalyn, but leaving the question open to Night who was with them.

Uncle Moose · 01-05-2018, 12:59 AM

To say he was shocked would only be the least of it. Zita's kiss was not transplanted on himself but the surprise had made Simon forget to breath. Mostly the end of it did. You know the whole thing where his mate falls backwards and his head hitting the ground hard. Just watching that go down Simon had to get his inhaler out and get an intake of air real quick.

But now what should he do?

What Zita had just done. It was unquestionably wrong. You don't just go up to anyone and kiss them. He was sure the two of them weren't dating so...yeah. Also GERMS Who knows if she ate something on the Train that might have traveled stuck to her lips and is now stuck on Derf's lips that will get him sick. He had half a Mind to Stand up.
So he Did
And Call out on Zita to leave Derfael Alone
So he D...Oh she's gone back to her Table....Nevermind.
His head turned when Bel said her lips looked like scales. Which was a truth he couldn't agree more with. "That was a very astute Observation, Bel." He smiled and nodded at her. "T-that Napkin you chose for Derf is especially Clean too. Good Eyes." His nodding was getting to be a bit too much. "You're School Robes. They are also perfectly Ironed. I don't see a wrinkle in site!" why did he Yell that bit out!? He raised his hand to mouth and let out a cough. Then retrieved a Handkerchief from one of his pockets and wiped his hand with it. Tucking the Handkerchief back into his pocket shortly after.

He sat back down in his seat and looked down at Derfael then at the Letter that came swooping in from the Staff Table, then back down to Derf. Should he say something?

SPOILER!!: DaniDiNardo's Dare

Birchwoodmom · 01-05-2018, 02:57 AM

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June smiled. She guessed from the comment the girl in front of her must have been a halfblood or muggle born. "Yes, it can be called 'pureblood' but it basically just means both my parents were magical... and as far back as we can tell. I THINK there is a squib who's my... cousin of some flavour. Maybe like 5th cousin." June explained, rambling a bit before snapping back to the question she was asked.

"Oh, yeah, My younger sister Maria! She's a muggle, my parents adopted her. Or at least as of right now we THINK she's a muggle, we have no idea who her parents were, but she was adopted through the muggle legal system so... that was a time. I was 7 when we adopted her, and she was 1 then, so she's 5 now."

Oh no, they unleashed June. She didn't do well in large crowds but once you got her alone or in a small group a CHATTERBOX CAN BE RELEASED.

"What about you? You must be halfblood or muggleborn then?" She asked to Emmalyn, but leaving the question open to Night who was with them.

Emmalyn tried her best to keep up with all of the new terms June was throwing out at her. There was so much she didn't know. So much that was simply common knowledge for those in the wizarding world. She wondered how she would ever catch up, let alone make good marks in her classes.

"I'm muggle born. Neither one of my parents attended Hogwarts or has any magical abilities. Well, my dad can work some magic in the kitchen, but not this kind of magic." She giggled a bit. Her dad was the best baker. Probably best in the world. At least that's how she thought of him. His bakery always had a line wrapped around the building. "I don't have any brothers or sisters. I always wanted one, but my parents always said I was Emmalyn enough for them." Emmalyn blushed a bit. The warmth spread across her cheeks and she reached her hand up to cover her face a bit. "I think I was a bit of a hand full when I was little."

"When do you think you will know if your adopted sister, Maria, has any magical abilities? Do you just wait for something to happen, or is there a way you can know sooner?" She wished she would have known sooner. It was such a shock receiving her letter from Hogwarts. She thought some time to prepare would have been nice. Plus, it would have explained several things that had happened when she was younger.

hermionegold · 01-05-2018, 04:29 AM

Night had hung back and not said much. She was so impressed at June and Emmalyn's conversation, and she just wanted to learn everything. She was, after all, Muggle-Born as well, and she realized she might as well say that since June had sort of asked.

"Yeah, my parents are muggles." The word still felt funny to her. "Well, no-majes, I guess. That's the American term."

**Fat Friar** · 01-05-2018, 07:06 PM

Last term had been not dreadful. It hadn't been Alfred's best term here at Hogwarts during his afterlife, though. What with trying to copy the Baron's mannerisms in the hopes of being less of a wet blanket...well, it hadn't worked. The Friar wasn't surprised, but he just wanted to get out of this slump he was in.

All of this was washed away at the sigh of the new badgers. Fresh little guys! Smiling faces! All of it pleased the ghost enormously, and he floated cheerfully towards the yellow clad table.

"Welcome, first years and transfers! You are all very lucky to have been placed here!" He said loudly enough for most of them to hear. "And Derfael, congratulations on that prefect badge! You certainly deserve it!" he beamed.

Saz Hale · 01-05-2018, 07:49 PM

Kimi was glad to be back at school but still he felt lonely at times when the rest of his housemates were all talking happily among themselves and he saw what happened with Derf and that weird Zita girl and he hoped that he could get more friends because he missed some of the people he was friendly with because they had already graduated

Birchwoodmom · 01-05-2018, 08:08 PM

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Last term had been not dreadful. It hadn't been Alfred's best term here at Hogwarts during his afterlife, though. What with trying to copy the Baron's mannerisms in the hopes of being less of a wet blanket...well, it hadn't worked. The Friar wasn't surprised, but he just wanted to get out of this slump he was in.

All of this was washed away at the sigh of the new badgers. Fresh little guys! Smiling faces! All of it pleased the ghost enormously, and he floated cheerfully towards the yellow clad table.

"Welcome, first years and transfers! You are all very lucky to have been placed here!" He said loudly enough for most of them to hear. "And Derfael, congratulations on that prefect badge! You certainly deserve it!" he beamed.

Momentarily stunned at the sudden appearance of the ghost at the table, Emmalyn felt her jaw drop. It took only a few moments for her head to run though all of the possible things her eyes could be seeing before she came to the conclusion that it really was a ghost. 'This is my new normal. This is my new normal' she said a few times in her head. Turning her gaping mouth into a wide smile, she stood up and waved at the new addition. "Thank you for the welcome, sir. Are you a member of Hufflepuff too?" Emmalyn glanced over at June and Night to see if they were as excited as she was.

Anna Banana · 01-06-2018, 12:29 AM

OH MY GOSH.

OH MY GOSH.

OH. MY. GOOOOOOSH.

How had she gotten left behind? How did everybody miss a whole Hufflepuff?! Was the feast over?! Had the speech been made yet?! Was there anybody left to be sorted?!

WAS THERE ANY FOOD LEFT?!

Somebody throw me a ROLLLL.

Huffing and puffing, Maddie slid onto the Puffer bench and drew in breath after breath. "Hi, everyone! Congrats on Hufflepuff! SORRY I'M LATE!" she called out. Then she perked up and eyed the Fat Friar. "DERF'S THE PREFECT?! CONGRATS, DERF!!!!"

*CAPS LOCK EXCITEMENT*

MysteriesOfFate · 01-06-2018, 12:36 AM

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Emmalyn tried her best to keep up with all of the new terms June was throwing out at her. There was so much she didn't know. So much that was simply common knowledge for those in the wizarding world. She wondered how she would ever catch up, let alone make good marks in her classes.

"I'm muggle born. Neither one of my parents attended Hogwarts or has any magical abilities. Well, my dad can work some magic in the kitchen, but not this kind of magic." She giggled a bit. Her dad was the best baker. Probably best in the world. At least that's how she thought of him. His bakery always had a line wrapped around the building. "I don't have any brothers or sisters. I always wanted one, but my parents always said I was Emmalyn enough for them." Emmalyn blushed a bit. The warmth spread across her cheeks and she reached her hand up to cover her face a bit. "I think I was a bit of a hand full when I was little."

"When do you think you will know if your adopted sister, Maria, has any magical abilities? Do you just wait for something to happen, or is there a way you can know sooner?" She wished she would have known sooner. It was such a shock receiving her letter from Hogwarts. She thought some time to prepare would have been nice. Plus, it would have explained several things that had happened when she was younger.

June smiled "That's fine! Some of the best witches and wizards in history have been muggleborn!" She said, acknowledging Night as well in this comment.

"Well, basically we will have to wait until her letter comes most likely. I don't know how common it is to display magical abilities beforehand, but I guess it's possible!" She said, she really hoped that Maria would turn out to be a muggleborn witch, but it was hard to say at this point.

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Night had hung back and not said much. She was so impressed at June and Emmalyn's conversation, and she just wanted to learn everything. She was, after all, Muggle-Born as well, and she realized she might as well say that since June had sort of asked.

"Yeah, my parents are muggles." The word still felt funny to her. "Well, no-majes, I guess. That's the American term."

"Woah cool! I didn't know there are other terms for it, that's interesting."

"Well, I bet the both of you" she gestured this time toward Emmalyn "are going to really enjoy the wizarding world. It's super fun!" She smiled warmly, her freckled cheekes raising higher with her big toothy grin.

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Last term had been not dreadful. It hadn't been Alfred's best term here at Hogwarts during his afterlife, though. What with trying to copy the Baron's mannerisms in the hopes of being less of a wet blanket...well, it hadn't worked. The Friar wasn't surprised, but he just wanted to get out of this slump he was in.

All of this was washed away at the sigh of the new badgers. Fresh little guys! Smiling faces! All of it pleased the ghost enormously, and he floated cheerfully towards the yellow clad table.

"Welcome, first years and transfers! You are all very lucky to have been placed here!" He said loudly enough for most of them to hear. "And Derfael, congratulations on that prefect badge! You certainly deserve it!" he beamed.

June squealed when she saw the ghost, making her hair fall from behind her ears, whom she assumed was the Fat Friar the Hufflepuff ghost. Since he looked like a friar, and, well... the name says it all. Her parents had told her about the house ghosts.

"H-hi there, sir." she said, a little blush shining under her freckles. She brushed the hair back behind her ears. "Sorry, I've not seen ghosts before... my parents told me about the house ghosts though." She commented.

hermionegold · 01-06-2018, 12:44 AM

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"Welcome, first years and transfers! You are all very lucky to have been placed here!" He said loudly enough for most of them to hear. "And Derfael, congratulations on that prefect badge! You certainly deserve it!" he beamed.

Night stared at the being in front of her. Was that aghost? Emmalyn seemed as shocked as she did. She wondered if there were any others and glanced around at the tables. She had never been one to claim to see ghosts before, and Diane hadn't mentioned them as being part of the wizard world. She was slightly scared, but then again, everything was different here.

"Excuse me, are you a ghost?" Night then realized that might have sounded rude. "I mean, sorry, that sounded bad. I've just never seen one before."

sweetpinkpixie · 01-06-2018, 02:18 AM

Know what else he could have done without overhearing? That additional commentary from Zita and the reminder of there being an audience.

Yeah. THAT.

Though he somehow managed a weak smile when the Slytherin headed back towards her own house table...and that was also the moment where he remembered that air was a thing and that his lungs needed it - just as Vivian gave him a pat on the head and went back to the Slytherin table too. Which meant that he took a bit of a gasp as sweet sweet air filled them up and he turned his head towards Bel - he knew it was her because she was the only one who called him that - when she spoke to him.

"S-S-Scales?" he repeated, his stutter slipping back in as anxiety seized his chest. The hand not in his hair quickly flew to his lips to feel them...but he didn't feel SCALES. In fact, nothing really felt all that different...although he did end up rubbing them a little mostly out of need to keep his hands moving. "I don't feel any sc---" And then the fourth year got a look at his hands...and the green shimmer STUFF there.

Oh.

He WISHED he had scales instead of.......lipstick.

"It's...not scales..." he assured her, he knew enough about this sort of thing from playing princess with his little sister. "It's...lipstick." And it really really REALLY needed to come off now. "Thanks," he mumbled as he accepted the napkin from her.

Rubbing his lips some more, sufficiently smearing some it around and into the creases of his lips rather than OFF, the blonde's attention shifted to Amanda. Her accent was the first give away, but the mention of Chicago solidified things. DID SHE KNOW VALERIE GRAY?! One embarrassing memory at a time, Derfael. "Amanda," he repeated with a small smile, lipstick still unfortunately clinging to his lips. He was going to call her that over Night, if that was okay. It was a pretty name and he tended to prefer those over nicknames unless specifically requested by the person. Like Simon asking him to call him Mord. "Um...yeah...I am," he nodded, hand going back into his hair for a sheepish ruffle and a glance down at his badge. "So...if you need help with something...you can always ask me. Though there are loads of helpful people around here."

Looking over at Hattie, the Hufflepuff offered her a small sheepish nod as well. "Yeah...I think so." His eyes went back to look at Zita as she found her seat back at the Slytherin table...and then his bright blues fell on Abey and then it felt like an Erumpent was standing on and crushing his chest. All sound drained from the Great Hall and he barely heard his fellow Hufflepuff call Zita trouble - something he wouldn't personally have agreed with but he was distracted elsewhere now. He couldn't even bring himself to scan the table for Natalie. He was pretty sure his heart couldn't survive that on top of what he was able to make out from Abey's face. He wanted to abandon his table and go over there, explain and try to figure things out right NOW, but the heaviness of the badge pinned to his robes held him firmly in place. Because he couldn't just leave...he had to stay, right? There were first years and transfers depending on him tonight...

...and right now he was sorta regretting accepting the badge.

Demiguise status now. Please?

To make matters WORSE, an origami ballerina of sorta came dancing right in front of his face and on to his still empty plate. Part of him didn't even want to look, but curiosity got the better of him (as always) and he took a step towards the table...and felt sick. Face going a bit pale, he supposed that his Head of House had meant it to be a kind gesture...but all the fourteen year old could think about was that his Head of House had seen TOO. And then the letter poofed into house colored smoke, leaving the newly badged prefect coughing a bit and waving his hand in front his face to push the smoke away. Mortified, he dared glance up at the staff dais - though Daisy's voice preventing him from giving the man any meaningful look. "Nah, I'm alright," he tried to assure his friend. HE was supposed to be worrying about HER. "Just a bump." And of course, he couldn't help but comment on the conversation she was having with Emmalyn about what prefects did.

It was a welcomed distraction. Sorta. Even if right now he didn't want to think about being a prefect and just wanted to go talk to two of the most important people at Hogwarts to him.

"You make us sound like dementors sent to suck the fun out of things," he teased her, his slightly impish grin hopefully signaling that he wasn't being all THAT serious. Especially considering how much mischief he himself was always up to - intentional or not. "We do loads more than just discipline stuff. Coming up with activities and parties for use to do as a house and stuff. Leading study sessions too. I wanna do some chocolate frog trading stuff too...and and..." Well...he supposed he couldn't REALLY talk about that stuff yet. "Well...I reckon there will be some neat things in the common room this term." Since Professor ~~Dark Lord~~ Myers had asked him and Etta for their input. But he was kinda sorta rambling. "I just mean that...you know...we aren't just around to be Aurors hunting down bad behavior, you know? We're more of an official resource, however you may need us...and yeah."

Ruffling his hair a bit more, trying his BEST to turn his attention towards the Sorting and incoming students - pushing all the sldjfslkjfsdl about everything else going on aside as BEST he could...until tomorrow - Derf's bright blues fell on another firstie, June. "Welcome to Hufflepuff, June!" he chirped with a wave. A bit FORCED cheer considering his brain and heart were still galloping a like a herd of centaurs...but still genuine in sentiment.

He offered Mord a sheepish look of apology as he started talking to Bel about...cleanliness? Derf tried not to let his amusement show TOO much because, well, the third year was just as messy and outdoorsy as him - if not MORE so at times. He could...er...talk to him in their dorm later about...stuff. Maybe. Anyway....

"Evening, Albert," Derf greeted the ghost, glancing around the table at a few people who he had spoken to about the house ghost previously. See? Right here in the...er...ectoplasm. "Oh...um...thanks," he nodded with a ruffle of the hair, AGAIN, at the ghost's congratulations. As to whether or not he deserved it, well, he wasn't too sure about that. He just hoped he didn't let anyone down...which was sorta a lot of pressure.

........and apparently he was already sorta letting people down because Maddie had JUST arrived. Although, well, maybe he was grateful for that since she had missed the whole incident. "You still haven't missed the Headmistress' speech," he informed her with a small smile. Which also meant she hadn't missed the food, though he reckoned that the house elves coulda helped HAD she. No student going to be hungry and stuff. "Yeah...I am," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck and trying his best not to let his fingers run up into his hair. "Thanks."

Hearing Amanda question Albert, Derf decided to speak up a bit. Sharing information and kinda teaching was one of the things he thought he was good at doing. Sorta. He did tend to embellish a bit...most of the time. "He is," Derf nodded. "Each house has one, a House Ghost. Albert...though most know him as the Far Friar, is ours."

TeafortheSoul · 01-06-2018, 02:47 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Know what else he could have done without overhearing? That additional commentary from Zita and the reminder of there being an audience.

Yeah. THAT.

Though he somehow managed a weak smile when the Slytherin headed back towards her own house table...and that was also the moment where he remembered that air was a thing and that his lungs needed it - just as Vivian gave him a pat on the head and went back to the Slytherin table too. Which meant that he took a bit of a gasp as sweet sweet air filled them up and he turned his head towards Bel - he knew it was her because she was the only one who called him that - when she spoke to him.

"S-S-Scales?" he repeated, his stutter slipping back in as anxiety seized his chest. The hand not in his hair quickly flew to his lips to feel them...but he didn't feel SCALES. In fact, nothing really felt all that different...although he did end up rubbing them a little mostly out of need to keep his hands moving. "I don't feel any sc---" And then the fourth year got a look at his hands...and the green shimmer STUFF there.

Oh.

He WISHED he had scales instead of.......lipstick.

"It's...not scales..." he assured her, he knew enough about this sort of thing from playing princess with his little sister. "It's...lipstick." And it really really REALLY needed to come off now. "Thanks," he mumbled as he accepted the napkin from her.

"Lipstick?" Oh. "But its green and its got... flecky bits in it." Weird. Why would you want that on your mouth? It didn't look good. Lips only naturally came in that colour if something was seriously wrong. Which actually made her wonder, what if you wore that stuff and kissed someone and they were allergic to the gunk in it? What if their entire face swoll up? Wouldn't THAT put a damper on proceedings.

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His head turned when Bel said her lips looked like scales. Which was a truth he couldn't agree more with. "That was a very astute Observation, Bel." He smiled and nodded at her. "T-that Napkin you chose for Derf is especially Clean too. Good Eyes." His nodding was getting to be a bit too much. "You're School Robes. They are also perfectly Ironed. I don't see a wrinkle in site!" why did he Yell that bit out!? He raised his hand to mouth and let out a cough. Then retrieved a Handkerchief from one of his pockets and wiped his hand with it. Tucking the Handkerchief back into his pocket shortly after.

He sat back down in his seat and looked down at Derfael then at the Letter that came swooping in from the Staff Table, then back down to Derf. Should he say something?

SPOILER!!: DaniDiNardo's Dare

..... okay. What? Bel blinked a few times in pure puzzlement. She hadn't even sat down yet and this feast felt like it was some kind of weird dream with all the strange things going on, and what Simon was saying just... well it added to it. What was an astute observation exactly? Bel was fairly sure she was just someone who saw stuff sometimes, and not someone who observed things astutely. For instance the serviette she had given Derf?

"....its just a serviette." Really. Why would anyone offer someone a used one? And unused ones were... you know, generally clean. As for the IRONING... well.

If she was being honest, she'd never ironed anything a day in her life. Baffled, she looked down at her robes, and then up again, meeting Derf's eyes quizzically. Was that a normal sort of thing for the other boy to say?

Was it a normal thing for anyone to say? She wasn't a house elf, she wasn't about to get all aflutter and feel complimented by someone taking note of her (non-existent) ironing skills. Was it sarcasm?

She looked at Simon, even more perplexed by the bout of coughing, and slipped into an empty seat... on the other side of Derfael, DEFINITELY not next to Simon because, well, he was a little bit alarming and as nice as Bel tried to be, she didn't really like feeling unsettled.

Even the ghost was ten thousand times less unsettling, really.

Now she was finally seated, she could look around and take in the new faces.
Smiles all around for the first years too.

AND more importantly, the speech! And therefore, food! That was Bel's priority at first, but then she heard mention of Quidditch being back at Hogwarts and sat up straighter. Abey and Cam had both been helping her out, learning all the basics and putting her natural inclination to be sporty to work, so she was definitely keen as mustard to try out. Oh! Who was the Quidditch captain though? How exciting! What would it be like?

pundantic · 01-06-2018, 04:29 AM

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"Welcome to Hogwarts and Hufflepuff, by the way," she added, smiling at the new ~~somewhat sad looking?~~ little first year (Alessandro) who'd been sorted. "I hope you like it here." It was pretty chaotic at times, but Regina certainly liked it here at least. She'd missed it a whole lot, in fact.

Alessandro heard a new voice. A Hufflepuff voice. He was Hufflepuff, too, now, he supposed.

With that thought his feelings were off to the races one more.

He took a deep breath and smiled, shaky, "Thanks. I'm Alessandro." This was the part where she said her name.

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Who had thought it was easy to spill your guts to a First Year on a Train the second you learn they're related to the Girl you like. Simon won't forget that he absolutely did that to Al. He was very grateful that he came into the compartment when he did as well. Mr.Rockefeller always said to hold a conversation for as long as you can to really get to know someone and he felt he did just that. Thought he would not have predicted Al would come into his house. Guess the conversation wasn't long enough.

"She was? I bet she's gonna be so excited to hear you got sorted into the same house." he nodded to him "I got sorted into the same house my Adoptive Father was in. He wouldn't stop talking about for half a year." He wanted to make sure that Al fit in. He looked like he needed some major cheering up.

He did need some cheering up. However, there was nothing anyone could say or do tonight that would do that. The eleven year old mustered up a smile for Simon, though, because he was nice. Besides, Al didn't actually want anyone to ask him about his feelings. Least of all someone he just met.

Later, he would find Katy, though. Maybe she would give him some hugs that he could pretend to loathe.

"Is that Mr. Rockerfeller?" Simon had spoken about him on the train.

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Derf caught Gendry's hesitant wave and offered a bit more of a smile back. Sorta..felt wrong to shout down the table to him given the younger boy looked anxious and that would just draw more attention to things. "Summer was good," he nodded in response to Kimi, not sure how much to really embellish on the subject really soooooo he would just leave it at that. Which was well enough since his attention was drawn back to the mystery Toussaint - who was no longer that much of a mystery. Thank Scamander his lisp and stutter was gone now. "Alessandro," he repeated, hoping to commit that name to memory as well. "I'm Derfael.....Ashburry-Hawthorne." Since it seemed full name introductions were in order. "Fourth year. Sim----Mord is my dormmmate." Just to give the younger student some strings to tie people together.

Alessandro plastered a smile on his face as he tried desperately not to laugh at the prefect's name. Derfael. Derf. That almost sounded like--

Never mind.

But it was a funny name. "Well, its nice to meet you." He paused, "Derfael."

Birchwoodmom · 01-06-2018, 05:27 AM

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To make matters WORSE, an origami ballerina of sorta came dancing right in front of his face and on to his still empty plate. Part of him didn't even want to look, but curiosity got the better of him (as always) and he took a step towards the table...and felt sick. Face going a bit pale, he supposed that his Head of House had meant it to be a kind gesture...but all the fourteen year old could think about was that his Head of House had seen TOO. And then the letter poofed into house colored smoke, leaving the newly badged prefect coughing a bit and waving his hand in front his face to push the smoke away. Mortified, he dared glance up at the staff dais - though Daisy's voice preventing him from giving the man any meaningful look. "Nah, I'm alright," he tried to assure his friend. HE was supposed to be worrying about HER. "Just a bump." And of course, he couldn't help but comment on the conversation she was having with Emmalyn about what prefects did.

It was a welcomed distraction. Sorta. Even if right now he didn't want to think about being a prefect and just wanted to go talk to two of the most important people at Hogwarts to him.

"You make us sound like dementors sent to suck the fun out of things," he teased her, his slightly impish grin hopefully signaling that he wasn't being all THAT serious. Especially considering how much mischief he himself was always up to - intentional or not. "We do loads more than just discipline stuff. Coming up with activities and parties for use to do as a house and stuff. Leading study sessions too. I wanna do some chocolate frog trading stuff too...and and..." Well...he supposed he couldn't REALLY talk about that stuff yet. "Well...I reckon there will be some neat things in the common room this term." Since Professor ~~Dark Lord~~ Myers had asked him and Etta for their input. But he was kinda sorta rambling. "I just mean that...you know...we aren't just around to be Aurors hunting down bad behavior, you know? We're more of an official resource, however you may need us...and yeah."

Emmalyn sat, wide eyed, not even trying to remove the half puzzled half startled look off her face as the events unfolded around her. She knew there was no way she would be stepping even one little toe out of line if an embarrassing thing like that might happen to her. She wondered what she had gotten herself into. Magical school. She wondered if her father may have been right after all.

Furthering her resolve to be the best little Hufflepuff she could be, Emmalyn addressed the Prefect. "I didn't mean any disrespect to you or what you do. I do hope I haven't offended you. I was simply curious." She whipped out her sweetest smile and tilted her head every so slightly to the side. Emmalyn made a mental note to figure out how to get, and stay, on Durf's good side.

Ginevra · 01-06-2018, 06:00 AM

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To make matters WORSE, an origami ballerina of sorta came dancing right in front of his face and on to his still empty plate. Part of him didn't even want to look, but curiosity got the better of him (as always) and he took a step towards the table...and felt sick. Face going a bit pale, he supposed that his Head of House had meant it to be a kind gesture...but all the fourteen year old could think about was that his Head of House had seen TOO. And then the letter poofed into house colored smoke, leaving the newly badged prefect coughing a bit and waving his hand in front his face to push the smoke away. Mortified, he dared glance up at the staff dais - though Daisy's voice preventing him from giving the man any meaningful look. "Nah, I'm alright," he tried to assure his friend. HE was supposed to be worrying about HER. "Just a bump." And of course, he couldn't help but comment on the conversation she was having with Emmalyn about what prefects did.

It was a welcomed distraction. Sorta. Even if right now he didn't want to think about being a prefect and just wanted to go talk to two of the most important people at Hogwarts to him.

"You make us sound like dementors sent to suck the fun out of things," he teased her, his slightly impish grin hopefully signaling that he wasn't being all THAT serious. Especially considering how much mischief he himself was always up to - intentional or not. "We do loads more than just discipline stuff. Coming up with activities and parties for use to do as a house and stuff. Leading study sessions too. I wanna do some chocolate frog trading stuff too...and and..." Well...he supposed he couldn't REALLY talk about that stuff yet. "Well...I reckon there will be some neat things in the common room this term." Since Professor ~~Dark Lord~~ Myers had asked him and Etta for their input. But he was kinda sorta rambling. "I just mean that...you know...we aren't just around to be Aurors hunting down bad behavior, you know? We're more of an official resource, however you may need us...and yeah."

"I'm glad you're okay. Just remember to see the new Healer if you start feeling dizzy or nauseous." Daisy advised Derf.

Daisy grinned impishly at Derf's words at what she had told Em about the role of a Prefect. "The way my mother described it to me made it sound like that. If by the remotest chance I make Prefect then I give you permission to offer me some light-hearted banter."

Daisy then started to eat some of the food in front of her. She didn't realise how famished she was.

sweetpinkpixie · 01-06-2018, 10:58 AM

Taking another moment to wipe more from his lips, Derf glanced down at the napkin and yeesh. Reflex caused his tongue to run over his lower lip as though he were trying to catch the last bit of ice cream clinging there. Only what he was greeted with instead was an unpleasant waxy flavor...and not like when he was five and had had the curious thought of trying one of mum's beeswax candles. "Yeah...I think this is one of Magnolia's designs," he half spat in response to Bel, trying not to spit out some of the flecks out of his mouth. He might need to CLAW them off.

...or maybe he could just wash everything down with some pumpkin juice after the speech happened. Which would be SOON, yeah?

Oblivious to the intent behind Alessandro smile - Derf just reckoned the first year was friendly and eager - the fourth year smiled back. "You can call me Derf if you want." Most did. Except for Bel.

Attention then shifted back to Emmalyn and was met with an INCREDIBLY unfamiliar sensation. Was she...intimidated by him? If he were a different sort of bloke his chest MIGHT have puffed out, but this Hufflepuff was nothing like that sort of person...and instead he felt BAD. "You didn't!" he squeaked. Holy flaming salamanders this prefect business was a lot harder than people had made it seem in previous years. "I just meant that...you know...we're your peers. Classmates. Not these, you know, super scary authority figures." At least that was how he felt and how all the prefects he knew and had been inspired by had done for him.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the Headmistress rising to give her speech and Derf thought he would try to be a bit fancy and picked up his goblet and accompanying spoon to give it a tap. You know, like he saw dad and mum do at all these fancy Ministry functions and other dinner parties when speeches were being given.

*CLING CLING CLING CLING CLI-----*

.....OOPS! There went his goblet to the floor and rolled under the table. Just...er...give him a second.

Down on all floors while the Headmistress spoke, Derf crawled after his goblet and just managed to reach it when quidditch was mentioned. Wanting to show his excitement, Derf sat up and began a cheer when the back of his head connected with the underside of the table in a loud THUD that shook some of the silverware and goblets to shake and rattle as though the table were experiencing a small earthquake. Thus, rather than cheering, the fourth year crawled out from under the table with a feeble owie. This was just not his night. Rather...it wasn't his HEAD'S night.

But hey, at least the food was here now. Yay?

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Once his tummy was full and the feast officially winding down, Derf glance down the table for the Head Girl so they could get going on leading everyone - first years and transfers mostly, though the more the merrier, yeah? - back to the common room for their first night at Hogwarts and what would, HOPEFULLY, become their home away from home.

Swallowing and giving his hair a firm ruffle, Derf mustered up a bit of nervous energy and hoped up onto the bench, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify it since...well...he wasn't so sure how Sonorus would work for him right now with him being so nervous. Might, well, he was having some unpleasant images.

"IF ALL FIRST YEARS AND TRANSFERS COULD PLEASE FOLLOW ME OR YOUR...ER...OUR...ER..........HEAD GIRL HENRIETTA....WE'LL BE SHOWING YOU THE WAY TO THE COMMON ROOM!" He paused a moment, considering, well, everyone else. "AND IF YOU'RE NOT ONE OF THOSE YOU CAN STILL FOLLOW US TOO!"

Yes. Nailed it.

With one last impish grin around the table, Derf hopped off the bench and started walking backwards towards the double doors to the Great Hall and out.

Should he maybe, you know, cast Lumos and wave his wand around like a tour guide's little flag thingy? Too much?

Probably too much.

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