 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah beamed and puffed her chest out as far as it would go. The badge DID look good on her, right? Even if she wasn't sure why she'd gotten it in the first place. And probably didn't deserve it at all because Prefects were supposed to be the very best and the very smartest like Sophie Brown. Except she wasn't Sophie Brown, she was Norah Kittredge who was much too interested in all the things to be able to sit and read a book for too long. Wait. No. She was BEAMING, that was a HAPPY face, which meant HAPPY thoughts, duh. Plus Professor Moxley had said she wore it well and she was a professor so obviously she knew best. So there. "Inspiring's my middle name, Professor," she said with an nod. See how official she was being? SEE? Even if she wasn't the very smartest she could still be the best at pretending.
And Noel was congratulating her TOO. Oh man. Her cheeks were never going to listen to her now. That wasn't even FAIR, compliments should be against the rules. Norah gave him an uncharacteristically quiet "Thank you," and busied herself with tugging at her plait for a moment before taking a giant bite of her cauldron cake. Casual. Tooootally casual. "Aw man. Symphonies are my very favorites. With all the instruments and stuff? Tooooooo good." She'd just have to show him all the best ones some time, uh huh. That was a noble cause for sure.
Leader or not, she couldn't hold back a giggle when Professor Culloden said 'y'all.' Heheheh. Y'ALL. That just sounded funny. She gave him an enthusiastic wave. "Those are really nice colors, sir." Heheheheh. Y'all. The excited boy from the feast (Owen) was there TOO, but seeing as she didn't know his name yet she flounced over to help herself to some hot chocolate and give him another big ol' badger welcome. "I don't think I heard your name before." EXCITEMENT of the feast, y'know? "I'm still Norah." PREFECT NORAH.
She spotted Brian who got a big beam and a wave as Norah turned, hot chocolate and all, to greet another firstie she'd met at the feast. Focusing her grin on Henry now, she asked, "What do you think of the common room? Is it as fabulous as you imagined?" Obviously he had to have imagined good things. Hufflepuff was the place to BE.
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