 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Apollonia’s description of the evening made Dhruv grin. “I like that word,’’ they told their new colleague. “Don’t mind me if I steal it at some point. To answer our question, yes, it definitely seems like it will be. Tomorrow’s a big day for you. Looking forward to it?” Dhruv sincerely hoped Wilber had no dad jokes. Things had not improved for them in the way of them immediately understanding said jokes. While there were no jokes, there was some degree of the usual clumsiness which included them being hit in the arm. “No worries, no worries.” As long as the Headmaster didn’t knock over the musical instruments during Orchestra time, everything was fine. “Afraid of spiders?” they continued conversationally.
Like Ameila, Dhruv continued to focus on the Sorting. There seemed to be dramatics occurring there as well, not just at the Hufflepuff table. The Hat being tossed was quite a shocker, a student refusing to accept her Sorting results… in the midst of it all, Dhruv couldn’t help but appreciate that Adi’s son had made it to Slytherin, and that the House seemed to be having a good amount of new students this year.
They had given Ean the traditional hand squeeze in response to the shoulder one. Before they knew it, Ean was on his first disciplinary mission as Gryffindor Head of House. In their mind, a detention was surely in store for young Ms. Grimaldi. |