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QueenGinger · 01-01-2019, 09:38 PM

SPOILER!!: Bel

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Originally Posted by Tegz

Bel had sat down ready to watch the sorting, full of a relaxed sort of enthusiasm. This year would be a lot less stressful than the previous year, she was certain of it. Even if she had to start NEWT prep, at least it wasn't big exams like OWLs had been, and the strict regime was over, there was no pressure about Quidditch since they had been dead last the previous term and there was nowhere to go but up (as opposed to the term before that when they had been champions and gone from the top to dead last) and there were no inferi either. All positive things.

And there were quite a few new faces up at the staff table, even Bel had noticed that, and spent several minutes wondering over each of them. She was hoping for new faces at Quidditch tryouts too though, so she was far more interested in watching the sorting when it began than spending too much time wondering about the new staff (or entertaining any lingering reservations about the old ones, but that was a whole 'nother kettle of fish).

And here came one of the new sortees now! Bel clapped and cheered as she did for every newly sorted person and ignored the textbook thing, figuring it as a sort of prop for nerves like she had seen several of her more anxious friends use.

"G'day! Welcome to Hufflepuff!“ She said cheerfully, her (still heavy) Australian accent coming through loud and clear. Hopefully it wouldn't take long for the little first year to feel comfy enough to ditch the book!

And the next one was properly grown. A transfer like she herself had been! Bel watched the hat sort him and when it was 'puff she applauded along with everyone else.

“G' day mate, where ya from? Welcome to Hufflepuff!“ Bel said, leaning across the table a bit and grinning happily. People usually could guess with her, given she still had her accent which very clearly painted her as an Aussie expat, but it was always interesting to find out about other tranfers, even if they just came from homeschooling and all that stuff, new blood was exciting!

Very clearly an Australian accent made Matthew's head snap from Mary across the table directly. He smiled back at the girl, she looked to be about his age. "I'm Matthew." Be began. "Flory. Matthew Flory." He clarified. There really wasn't a need to, it wasn't like he had siblings that anyone would know. It was just him after all. "I'm from Scotland. Well, raised there at least." He answered. Yaya never did want to leave Scotland, so she raised her grandson there.

Matthew leaned his head to the side slightly. "What year are you?" He asked. Am I being too forward? He asked himself as he knitted his eyebrows together. Downfall to being secluded for so many years was his lack of sociability and understanding of whether or not he was being overbearing. "Nah, nevermind. You don't have to answer that." He waved his hand as if he was shooing the question away.

01-01-2019, 09:38 PM	#5 (permalink)
QueenGinger DIMC & DMGS Bugbear Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: GMT -6 Posts: 31,848 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jackson Reagan Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Norah Reagan Slytherin First Year Ministry RPG Name: Wallace Crum International Cooperation Ministry RPG Name: Cassandra Egan Games & Sports	Forever Hufflepuff \| \| Always. SPOILER!!: Bel Quote: Originally Posted by Tegz Bel had sat down ready to watch the sorting, full of a relaxed sort of enthusiasm. This year would be a lot less stressful than the previous year, she was certain of it. Even if she had to start NEWT prep, at least it wasn't big exams like OWLs had been, and the strict regime was over, there was no pressure about Quidditch since they had been dead last the previous term and there was nowhere to go but up (as opposed to the term before that when they had been champions and gone from the top to dead last) and there were no inferi either. All positive things. And there were quite a few new faces up at the staff table, even Bel had noticed that, and spent several minutes wondering over each of them. She was hoping for new faces at Quidditch tryouts too though, so she was far more interested in watching the sorting when it began than spending too much time wondering about the new staff (or entertaining any lingering reservations about the old ones, but that was a whole 'nother kettle of fish). And here came one of the new sortees now! Bel clapped and cheered as she did for every newly sorted person and ignored the textbook thing, figuring it as a sort of prop for nerves like she had seen several of her more anxious friends use. "G'day! Welcome to Hufflepuff!“ She said cheerfully, her (still heavy) Australian accent coming through loud and clear. Hopefully it wouldn't take long for the little first year to feel comfy enough to ditch the book! And the next one was properly grown. A transfer like she herself had been! Bel watched the hat sort him and when it was 'puff she applauded along with everyone else. “G' day mate, where ya from? Welcome to Hufflepuff!“ Bel said, leaning across the table a bit and grinning happily. People usually could guess with her, given she still had her accent which very clearly painted her as an Aussie expat, but it was always interesting to find out about other tranfers, even if they just came from homeschooling and all that stuff, new blood was exciting! Very clearly an Australian accent made Matthew's head snap from Mary across the table directly. He smiled back at the girl, she looked to be about his age. "I'm Matthew." Be began. "Flory. Matthew Flory." He clarified. There really wasn't a need to, it wasn't like he had siblings that anyone would know. It was just him after all. "I'm from Scotland. Well, raised there at least." He answered. Yaya never did want to leave Scotland, so she raised her grandson there. Matthew leaned his head to the side slightly. "What year are you?" He asked. Am I being too forward? He asked himself as he knitted his eyebrows together. Downfall to being secluded for so many years was his lack of sociability and understanding of whether or not he was being overbearing. "Nah, nevermind. You don't have to answer that." He waved his hand as if he was shooing the question away.