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Ivy Nienna 
Her attention was diverted for a second however as a first year joined their group and then she was back to laughing, albeit behind a hand and coughing a little to cover it up. Puffer boy. Shaking her head in suppressed laughter, she gave the girl a mischievous thumbs up when she was sure the Hufflepuff prefect wasn't watching. Wouldn't do to have him thinking she was laughing at him right off the bat. Nope, not just yet.
Sierra could almost
sense someone looking at her, and she figured they likely were. She
had entered the prefects' compartment, after all. Although she was almost afraid to look, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw someone
laughing. At her?! She started to give the girl a
glare, but then she was a given a thumbs up sign.
Could it be?! This girl was laughing at the Puffer and not Sierra after all?! Sierra gave her a small smile and a quick thumbs up. After all, she didn't want Sir Puffer the Prefect to see their actions.
...but what if this girl was the
female Puffer prefect?! Did that make her Miss Puffer the Prefect?!
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Deniiz [B]Evan grinned at the little girl as he made himself comfortable in the compartment. She called the Puff boy a puffer... Tehee. He winked at her while the puffer was looking away. Gotta love these small kids who were always full of... creative ideas. Aww, so she was kind of lost, eh? He opened his mouth to offer help, but then decided against it. She was looking too embarrassed anyway, and helping her to find her compartment in a train would be humiliating. Waving at her as she announced that she was leaving, he turned back at Sophie.
Sierra diverted her attention away from the girl and toward another boy sitting in the compartment. This one gave her a wink! Could it be that the prefects were approving of the nickname she'd given to all those
unlucky enough to be sorted into Hufflepuff house?! This was turning out even better than she imagined!
She returned the wink then turned back to Hufflepuff Boy. Yes,
Hufflepuff Boy. She could drop the Puffer every now and then. After all,
he was being nice to her. She hoped, at least.
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Wenzlebug Cedric smiled as Sophie asked him about the Quibbler. Did it have any interesting news? He barely hesitated to respond. "Like Sierra here said, terminal degenerative dementia... and ah, how to remove a crup's tails."
He then turned to the female Ravenclaw prefect as she walked in, laughingly. "Nice too meet you, Ivory. I'm Ce--" His introduction was simply cut short by an exclaim coming from, you guessed it, Sierra.
Comes much as a surprise, huh? He gave her a tolerant stare, ignoring the 'puffer' word on purpose. Really he didn't know what he had done to get that derogatory word. "Yes, Hufflepuff's prefect," he told Sierra rather proudly; truly, though, he wanted to say it in the humblest way possible. And he also just wanted to say he would forgot someone or, to be straightforward, that she had ever called him a 'Puffer Boy' not once but twice. If she meant it to be a variation of Hufflepuff then it wasn't a good variation of his ever-so humble house. Other students might start calling their friends who was a Hufflepuff: 'Puffer Boy' and 'Puffer Girl' and if it was a professor, 'Puffer Professor'. Now think about that!
He wrinkled the skin over his eyebrows, somewhat deciding what to do with the girl before things get out of hand. He fixed his gaze upon the girl to see what she was up to now... and then she started talking in an obvious embarrassed, sorry tone.
AWW.
Now he felt all but pity for the little girl. His slight annoyance toward Sierra vamoosed so suddenly. Had he been so mean to her? Had he not been that successful of suppressing his annoyance? He was sorry! He just abruptly became not his usual self as Sierra walked in and started saying bad things.
Cedric lacked of anything to say.
She was just trying to find a compartment? She was lost? She was sorry? She was... leaving? AWW.
His face crumpled into a rueful grimace. He started talking in the most apologetic and consoling way he could think of, "Err, you know, Sierra, I can help you find your compartment. It'd be really fine... or if you're not comfortable about me helping you, I can ask for my co-prefects' favor to figure which compartment you'd been sitting in before... or if you somehow can't remember, um, you can spend the whole journey with us... you know, visitors are welcome."
Sometimes it is really hard to be mean and to conceal your own good self. Well, in his case anyway.
"And Cedric, remember?" Cedric replied, all smiles and twinkly eyes.
Terminal--
what? There was that phrase again! ...and ew! Chopping off a cruppies tail! The horror! Sierra decided that she might not want to know what terminal de-
something dementia was after all. It it turned out to be half as painful as getting a tail chopped off, she didn't even
want to know!
Sierra could almost feel Puffer's annoyance with her melting away. She realized that she possibly might not be in as much hot water as she'd imagined herself to be in. These were
prefects, after all--a whole compartment of them, too! Starting off on the wrong foot with all the student leaders just wasn't on her To-Do List today.
"Cedric," she sweetly said, adding a smile on the end of the name. He'd offered to help her find her compartment, too, or maybe even spend the rest of the ride in here. He was being almost
too nice, which made the fact that she just didn't care for Hufflepuff house that much harder on her. Did she really want to spend the rest of the ride in here? The prefects probably had something important to discuss or more school rules to make. Something like that. She'd probably just be in the way.
"Thanks, but I think I'm just going to walk around for a while, see who I can meet," she said.
"More apologies for the interruption, and I'll see you at the feast, then." She took a step backward and towards the door.
"Have a good train ride." Her hand had already made its way to the door handle, so all she had to do was turn it and step out the compartment.
A few seconds later, she was back walking up and down the aisles.