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It was finally HAPPENING.
They were no longer on boats yelling about pillows and frogs or storming off cause they didn't like the idea of SEEING the squid (or at least that's what Blaise thought the Daxton kid left for), they were now IN the castle! dsfbgkrufg!!!! For his part, the little boy tried his hardest to keep up with/ahead of the group of First Years, obviously eager to see everything he could even in the dimly lit corridor they were taken down.
He wonder where they were being taken but most of his focus was set on what he'd say to the hat. People said it chose the house--despite Suri not believing him that it DOES talk--and he had heard that if you convinced it enough then it would put you where you wanted. The boy would start with sweet words, then move into intimidation and finally grovelling. It seemed like the perfect plan.
His quill and notepad floated just a few paces behind him, no doubt capturing the hushed chatter of his fellow First Years. Later before bed he'd read it over to see what it caught; an idea far removed from his mind when they actually got into a VERY HUGE HALL that was packed with other kids who were obviously older. Blaise wasn't typically the nervous kind but right now his stomach was in knots. What if...what if they hat made him a Ravenclaw in front of all these people and didn't change it's mind even after all his complimenting and pleading???????
Deep breathes Bellaire.
Blaise stood patiently in line but found he didn't have all that long a wait because his last name was 'B'. It was a little nerve wracking being among the first but only because he was still trying to find WAYS of ensuring he got into Gryffindor no matter what the hat and his mother said. The words 'Blaise Bellaire' had the 11 year old walking up to the stool, his eyes intent on the Gryffindor table. THAT was where he would go and his cousin better go there too or they would have words after.
"Hmmm...where to put you? Where to put you?" The hat said in a rather singsong tone. Before the boy's lips could even part in response, it was already onto the decision. "Gryffindo--"
"Now hear me out. I know you might be seeing other things but it has to be Gryffindor. PLEASE put me in Gryffindor."
The hat sighed at the boy who was obviously not listening. "Gryffindor."
"No I mean it! You gotta make me a Gryffindor, me and my cousin have all these epic plans we gotta do up in the tower and...and I'll write a really nice story about you--make you famous--you'll be more than a hat, you'll be a STAR." His entire line of arguing was skewed and the boy had completely left out the intimidation but he was trying to work this. There must have been SOME WAY of changing its mind.
The hat was becoming even stronger in its conviction with every protest from the little one. He would be getting nowhere if it continued like this and so it was time to try something else. "Ravenclaw." He said, largely unimpressed and waiting because there would be a reaction, this kid was the type. 3...2...1...
"WHAT?????" His eyes widened in utter disbelief even as his hands moved to clamp his mouth shut, momentarily mortified by his own volume as well as the hat's decision. "But you just said Gryffindor! C'mon, mate! No take backs!"
"Oh good, so you WERE listening." The hat gave a little chuckle before bellowing his response. "GRYFFINDOR!!!"
THIS time he was listening, THIS TIME the boy was grinning widely from ear to ear as he threw off the hat and ran down to join the table of applauding students in scarlet and red screaming 'YES!' the entire time while his quill and notepad zipped behind him trying to keep up. YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!!
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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