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Felixir · 09-03-2026, 06:51 AM

Still with an absolutely diabolical grin plastered across his face, Brom joined the Hufflepuff table, moving halfway down it and bypassing several empty seats before finding The Perfect Spot.

And where was this, you may ask? Or maybe you don't ask. Well, whatever.

The point was, Brom made sure to find a seat riiiiiight by his big sister, because duh. First off, she was, like, the only person he knew, and second off, who else was he not only allowed but practically expected to bother. And now they were in the same house!

Important matters first, though, of course.

"So is the food, like, right after the Sorting, or...?"

Listen. A boy was hungry.

_____

The thing about the Sorting was that Inky pretty much always knew or knew of someone who was going to be sitting up on that stool every year. Though. This was the first year it wasn't her own Sorting, and so the first time she was really coming to this conclusion. If it wasn't going to be family members, it would be residents of Stemp House. Granted, Inky didn't know all of them by name, because it wasn't like she lived there or spent all her free time there, but she had visited Nana's pride and joy a few times and so could recognise some on sight. So. She paid attention to the Sorting Ceremony.

And to others in the Hall too. Like Rory Monroe, duh. It was actually sort of criminal that they couldn't sit together. Like, criminal enough that Inky was tempted to put in a formal complaint. For now, though, she had simply waved at her cousin and BFF when she'd entered, intending to catch up with her just as soon as she could. Maybe she'd slink over to the Slytherin table after the food appeared. Nobody would notice little old Mouse.

The Sorting proceeded, and Inky's attention did admittedly waver a little bit, lingering on certain housemates at the table. The seventh year boy with a mild bout of dramatics got a curious look, and the new Hufflepuff who took the seat by him got a smile and a wave in welcome. Then there was the very pretty older girl who Inky had spotted in the Sorting line-up - obviously a transfer - and who... well, Inky tried not to stare too long. But she did say, "Welcome to Hufflepuff," in a voice that was suddenly and unaccountably shy.

Her own name drew her attention suddenly back to the Sorting. Well, not her own name, but part of it. One of her cousins, one she had felt a secret sort of affinity with on account of the fact that they were both adopted into the family, but had remained secret because the younger boy didn't seem to feel any kind of affinity with her in return. She watched and waited, hoping that what she thought could happen wouldn't, but she didn't have to wait very long.

The second Ivor was placed in Slytherin, Inky's gaze sought out Rory Monroe again, hoping to catch her eye. But Rory Monroe wasn't looking this way, only at her (perfect) nails. Inky kept her eyes on her for a few more moments, but eventually gave up. Yes, they'd definitely catch up later. Maybe a sleepover was warranted, but shhhh.

09-03-2026, 06:51 AM	#5 (permalink)
Felixir Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,307 Hogwarts RPG Name: Abraham Orlando Botros-Giordano Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ivor Balfour Spurling Stemp Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Dragomirov Petrov Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: TBC Slytherin Hogwarts RPG Name: August Arthur Orpington Ravenclaw Second Year x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight Still with an absolutely diabolical grin plastered across his face, Brom joined the Hufflepuff table, moving halfway down it and bypassing several empty seats before finding The Perfect Spot. And where was this, you may ask? Or maybe you don't ask. Well, whatever. The point was, Brom made sure to find a seat riiiiiight by his big sister, because duh. First off, she was, like, the only person he knew, and second off, who else was he not only allowed but practically expected to bother. And now they were in the same house! Important matters first, though, of course. "So is the food, like, right after the Sorting, or...?" Listen. A boy was hungry. _____ The thing about the Sorting was that Inky pretty much always knew or knew of someone who was going to be sitting up on that stool every year. Though. This was the first year it wasn't her own Sorting, and so the first time she was really coming to this conclusion. If it wasn't going to be family members, it would be residents of Stemp House. Granted, Inky didn't know all of them by name, because it wasn't like she lived there or spent all her free time there, but she had visited Nana's pride and joy a few times and so could recognise some on sight. So. She paid attention to the Sorting Ceremony. And to others in the Hall too. Like Rory Monroe, duh. It was actually sort of criminal that they couldn't sit together. Like, criminal enough that Inky was tempted to put in a formal complaint. For now, though, she had simply waved at her cousin and BFF when she'd entered, intending to catch up with her just as soon as she could. Maybe she'd slink over to the Slytherin table after the food appeared. Nobody would notice little old Mouse. The Sorting proceeded, and Inky's attention did admittedly waver a little bit, lingering on certain housemates at the table. The seventh year boy with a mild bout of dramatics got a curious look, and the new Hufflepuff who took the seat by him got a smile and a wave in welcome. Then there was the very pretty older girl who Inky had spotted in the Sorting line-up - obviously a transfer - and who... well, Inky tried not to stare too long. But she did say, "Welcome to Hufflepuff," in a voice that was suddenly and unaccountably shy. Her own name drew her attention suddenly back to the Sorting. Well, not her own name, but part of it. One of her cousins, one she had felt a secret sort of affinity with on account of the fact that they were both adopted into the family, but had remained secret because the younger boy didn't seem to feel any kind of affinity with her in return. She watched and waited, hoping that what she thought could happen wouldn't, but she didn't have to wait very long. The second Ivor was placed in Slytherin, Inky's gaze sought out Rory Monroe again, hoping to catch her eye. But Rory Monroe wasn't looking this way, only at her (perfect) nails. Inky kept her eyes on her for a few more moments, but eventually gave up. Yes, they'd definitely catch up later. Maybe a sleepover was warranted, but shhhh. __________________