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Lottiepot · 09-02-2011, 01:21 PM

SPOILER!!: Katiepoo

See now THIS was where Dylan had belonged and where Gwenyth wanted to be right now. They seemed a lot friendlier bunch, more welcoming but that might have only been because Gwen was swayed by the stories she had heard. Give the Slytherins a chance and she might actually grow to love them. Maybe..

She wandered past the Gryffindors, not intent on stopping, just wanting to be closer to a house where her brother had been. But she'd of felt a little odd if she just sat down there, she knew no one and they'd probably give her funny looks for being there. She didn't 'belong' afterall. The hat had placed her elsewhere.

But her eyes fell upon a familiar face, or rather it was the hair that had caught her initially. Not many people had that haircut and from their very brief meeting in Diagon Alley. She planned on just leaving, walking straight over to her table and perhaps he wouldn't notice. He seemed more content looking around at the other students anyway.

However, there was definitely something about him that made her want to stay. Maybe it wasn't him, maybe it was simply because she longed to be in Gryffindor but she just couldn't leave.

Instead she cleared her throat, quietly and a little pathetically. Like she was an ant coughing for attention. "H-hi" she stuttered as she stood behind him awkwardly. Nope. She wouldn't sit down.

09-02-2011, 01:21 PM	#126 (permalink)
Lottiepot Graphorn Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: winks Posts: 17,993 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Greenwood Slytherin Graduated x12 x6	HeadGirlMC \| Treddie & Trixiver <3 \| Copy Girl \| Katie's Ickle Minion \| I love YOU more SPOILER!!: Katiepoo Quote: Originally Posted by noodles Gryffindor? Tom was pleased. Not because he had been sorted into the cool, brave house, but because it meant he had won a bet with his older brother. Freddie was CONVINCED Thomas would be a Slytherin.. but he was wrong, and now he owned the lad a nice cool twenty quid. ~~If only he knew how Slytherin his thoughts were.~~ The hat was removed from his head and he stood, and with his shoulders hunched, and his hands in his pockets, he swaggered (yes swaggered, which was slightly amusing given the lad's height and age: he looked just like a mini Freddie) his way over to the house with the red banners and lions, eyes narrowing on his as housemates his gaze swept across the table to look at them all. There woz blaady loads of 'em! Would he fit in at all? ...Did he care? Of course the lad cared. He was the same as all the other kids here: just wanting to be accepted and some friends. A task which may be easier said than done... Tom wasn't the most gracious of people. He didn't really LOOK like anyone else here. His head was shaved and he had a slightly deprived look about him. His robes were tattier than the other kids who looked rosy cheeked and well groomed and fed. And to top it off, he was a late bloomer. Thirteen years of age and he'd only just got his invite to Hogwarts. Acceptance would be harder for him than for most of the first years who were all in the same boat. He took a seat towards the top end of the table nearest the door to the Great Hall. He gave the person next to him a small, awkward smile before his eyes went to the food. Blaady 'ell! They could just eat as much as they wanted!? He quickly reached out for a plate, more interested now in the food than the other kids. Wot to 'av first? See now THIS was where Dylan had belonged and where Gwenyth wanted to be right now. They seemed a lot friendlier bunch, more welcoming but that might have only been because Gwen was swayed by the stories she had heard. Give the Slytherins a chance and she might actually grow to love them. Maybe.. She wandered past the Gryffindors, not intent on stopping, just wanting to be closer to a house where her brother had been. But she'd of felt a little odd if she just sat down there, she knew no one and they'd probably give her funny looks for being there. She didn't 'belong' afterall. The hat had placed her elsewhere. But her eyes fell upon a familiar face, or rather it was the hair that had caught her initially. Not many people had that haircut and from their very brief meeting in Diagon Alley. She planned on just leaving, walking straight over to her table and perhaps he wouldn't notice. He seemed more content looking around at the other students anyway. However, there was definitely something about him that made her want to stay. Maybe it wasn't him, maybe it was simply because she longed to be in Gryffindor but she just couldn't leave. Instead she cleared her throat, quietly and a little pathetically. Like she was an ant coughing for attention. "H-hi" she stuttered as she stood behind him awkwardly. Nope. She wouldn't sit down. __________________