 Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
Fair. Fair was just about as good as nice, Margaret thought. Especially in comparison to Rosier who judged everyone for stupid reasons and made people go without wands and sleep on the floor whilst others got to just live their merry little lives. Base-level expectation for headmaster, sure, but one that had not been met previously. Margaret smiled to herself at this assessment of their new? old? headmaster. "Fair is good."
And based purely on these Nemesis and Margaret's relative knowledge and happiness, ignorance was in fact bliss.
Still a little bothered by silence, something she hadn't outgrown like her clothes, she fidgeted until the Slytherin spoke again. "I'm not worried about him liking me," she reminded them. She was sticking to this not needing people to like her thing. Maybe if she believed it enough, it would be true. Upstead's smile, though, was convincing. Trent was kind and fair, and definitely an improvement on Rosier. And Upstead seemed happy he was back. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen them smile before...it was reassuring, somehow.
"I'm going to go sit down, I hope you find...whatever." Trent, she thought, but she wasn't absolutely sure. Maybe they were waiting for their trunk, to get something? Maybe they were trying to avoid the feast altogether, in which case her keeping them company was probably not helping. She checked that her uniform was straight, then gave him a polite little nod and headed to the Hufflepuff table. |