 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Third year had arrived rather quickly in Harvey’s opinion. He had blinked and two years of his life had quite flown by. But that was okay as he was enjoying every minute of it. The guy settled himself in at the Claw table. “Sup, guys?’’ he asked by way of greeting to Mira, Bug and TJ. Ahh, he had missed these faces a bit. Not too much but enough that Harv was quite pleased to be in their midst once more. He opted for a seat next to the latter which might have been a terrible idea but an amusing one because… hello, TJ was being clumsy in an entertaining sort of way. “Dude!” The third year burst out laughing. “I can fill your goblet with water if you want something to drink.” And then just like that, a mini mayhem that sent him laughing again. “We need to place a Sticking Charm on objects that you’re around, you know.” Chuckling, he reached out and snatched up the two noisy goblets that had hit the floor. “Or maybe you ought to sit really still.” Was that even a possibility for TJ?
He sat up straight just in time to see a firstie {Lorcan} join the gathering. As Mira greeted him, Harv sent him a wave. There was no need to overwhelm the poor guy.
Saina had absolutely fallen in love with her first year, and hoped that there would be many lovely memories that would make her second just as memorable. “Hello, everyone!” she chirped as she took a seat beside Mira. “It’s lovely to see your faces again.” The round faced girl beamed around at her Housemates, wincing a bit at the slight ruckus TJ and the goblets were causing. Speaking of faces…
“Yes, what Mira said. Welcome to Ravenclaw!’’ Her words were directed at {Lorcan}, and after a pause added, “And to Hogwarts!”
Devad - though not really fussy about which House he would be placed in - felt happiness creeping up as he took a seat at a random spot at the Ravenclaw Table. With a small smile on his face, he gazed around at everyone. They were a bubbly - and noisy bunch due to all that clatter with the goblets. The first year chose not to interrupt anyone and instead turned his eyes towards the Slytherin table, looking for his older brother. One of the first things he needed to do tomorrow was to write to thier parents to let them know he hadn’t carried on the tradition of the family being Sorted into Slytherin. The next thing? Find out when the audition for the Orchestra was going to be held. |