05-08-2016, 07:42 AM
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| Crumple-Horned Snorkack
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| Head of house :P And also Hady and Dante lol Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Making her way down to the common room, Brooklyn had taken her time. Simply because she could, not for any real reason. She wasn’t a first year, so she hardly needed instructions as to how to get inside. It wasn’t as if she had a lot to consider, either, aside from if she was going to have to at least attend one Divination lesson to see what that new professor was like. That would be awkward, though, considering she’d basically dropped the subject a few terms ago. It was a dilemma, since she usually got them all on her side. Either way, that could wait. Aside from the new professors and the animagus Headmaster, practically nothing had happened at the feast which was definitely new. It was Hogwarts, so that meant something would happen.
She just felt like she wanted to know when. Surprises weren’t her favorite, not when they usually involved acromantula attacks or poltergeists watching her sleep. She didn’t trust the calm, but she still felt like the common room was home. Even when there was suddenly a campfire inside, along with all the trappings of a camping trip. That was odd, but then, their new Head of House was the groundskeeper, so she figured it was a comfort thing. “Mr. McLeod,” she said, inclining her head toward him slightly and giving him a faint smile before going over to investigate the snacks. About all that really tempted her was the gummy snakes, and even then not much.
Instead, she retrieved a sugar quill from her bag, making her way to a seat near Hady. Giving Dante a nod as well, although she hadn’t forgotten his hug threat from the end of term feast. No hugs please.
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