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They all seemed to be listening.Both to her and Torin.Hopefully they wouldn't think they were being picked on, that was totally not their intention.
Sarah bit her lip and looked around at the faces, as Torin said his piece.And then it was back to her... "Exactly.We need to prove to everyone else that we can rise above the petty pranks some people feel the need to play, and show them how Badgertastic we truely are." *snort* Had she just made up a word? Cool. "So what we are asking you to do, if you are new here to Hogwarts, is please make sure you read and follow all the classroom rules each Professor has pinned to their noticeboards.And if someone you know makes trouble, don't copy them, it's not big and clever," she gave some of the younger ones a quick smile, before turning to the older students. "Also if us older students could do the same.Show them how a good badger is meant to behave, and we may just get ourselves into some positive points." Okay, that was....that.Right? Made sense to her, and to Torin when they'd gone over it before.
Unclamping her hands from each other, Sarah held them out in front of her for a second, before letting them fall to her sides. "Sooo," she shrugged, glancing around all of them "any questions?"
Muttering under her breath, jabbing her wand with gusto, the Hufflepuff shot green circles at her shoe, sending it skidding across the floor (and herself, running after it). On her fifth try, the mary-jane had gone all the way to the other wall, and the one-shoe-on-one-shoe-off 4th year had scurried to pick it up, offering several 'excuse-me's to whoever she disrupted in her recovery mission. It was while she was picking up the shoe that she heard Torin's voice and stopped what she was doing to listen.
And smile, because her they both sounded very professional and prefect-like. It was a grand speech, and Wesley could have never said anything nearly as eloquently. Nodding, face serious, the teenager crossed her heart in promise. She'd set a good example. She'd be a good fourth year.
...But she couldn't think of any questions. This wouldn't have been a problem normally, but none of the others were asking either. Wesley didn't want her friends to stand there with no questions. She didn't want them to feel lonely. Raising her hand, the short girl called from the back,
"How many years has it been since we won the House Cup?"
Wesley didn't know. Definitely more than 3. Which was a long time. Eyebrows dropping with worry, she began to wonder if they had ever won it at all. Ever in the whole history of Hogwarts. Oh, Wesley hoped so. She crossed her fingers, hoping to dear Merlin they had won at least once before.
Just one! Just one time! Please, oh please, oh please, oh please, just ONCE! If they hadn't, Wesley would, well, Wesley figured her heart would break. Lifting her left hand to the spot where she thought her heart was, fingers still crossed, the girl's frown deepened. She didn't want her heart to break. Broken hearts sounded scary.