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The Slytherin chimed into the two younger students conversation about Pygmy Puffs. Those cute pink balls of fluff really. "I have one of them, they're cute but they don't exactly do much" she stated. "You'd have to go to Weasley's place to get one of them" she informed them both.
Trix turned back to the younger female however, at least she would provide a conversation that would be a lot more pleasant and contain a considerable amount less talk of poop and blood... and just disgusting things. Conversation with her would be a lot more civilized.
"But don't you think its pleasant to have variation in your family? At least that way you get to find out whats happening in and around the school" she asked. "I must say, I have tons of friends in the other houses, Its funner that way" Though her best friend was a Slytherin. Gah it well and truly sucked that she would be all lonely in the Common room now he had left*Siiiiigh* "Oh. That's exciting" the Blondes head turned in the direction the younger was pointing. Trixie had NO idea what she was going to do with her life after she left. She had all of her OWL's, she could go in any direction, but there wasn't anything that sprung out at her. All she knew was that she wanted a job where near Diagon Alley, for more than one reason.
"All of the houses are amazing though..." she reasurred her. Obviously Sierra was set and intent of becoming a Slytherin, almost like she was obsessed with the house. Cute. But her brother being in another house wasn't so bad. "I'm not sure. Truthfully I didn't start here as a first year, I joined slightly later. And well, even if I had, Memory Loss doesn't exactly help." Yeah it sucked basically.
Sierra turned her attention back to Trixie. So the Head Girl had a Pygmy Puff? Sierra bet it was really cute and fluffy. Sure, she wasn't really interested in owning a Pygmy Puff herself, but she didn't
hate the little creatures.
"So what do you do with your Pygmy Puff then? Does he move around a lot or play at all?" she asked, genuinely curious about the creatures. She turned in the direction of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Maybe she'd drop by later on just to see the little guys in action.
Shrugging, Sierra said,
"I don't think I'd mind variation too much, but we've just never had much of it. As a matter of fact, my dad's entire family was made up of Slytherins until he married my mum. That's how the Gryffindors were introduced into the family," she explained. She thought about what Trixie was saying and guessed it
would be interesting to interact with people in other houses. She wondered if the traits of each house really
did apply in real life. Were Gryffindors really brave? Ravenclaws really smart? Hufflepuffs really
that loyal? She knew Slytherins could really be cunning and ambitious, but she also knew them to make really good friends, too.
Sierra listened to the further talk on the different houses, and she even nodded in acknowledgment when Trixie mention Anna's shop. One thing in particular stood out to her, though.
"Memory loss?" she questioned. Maybe she shouldn't have asked such a personal question, but Trixie
did bring it up, so Sierra thought it was alright to ask.
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Waterloo He had no idea what Sierra and the scary Head Girl were talking about. Something about Slitheries and Griffindoors. It was like some different language and when they were talking that jibberish, he stood on his tiptoes to get a better look at the displays.
Perhaps he ought to ask the shopkeeper about that tarantula..
"Greingoth is a funny name," Rodney gigglesnorted, completely forgetting what his mum had said about manners. "And I don't have a house, we live in a cottage." The Belcher Cottage!
Rodney Belcher...
...was going to drive Sierra insane. She suddenly found herself silently wishing he'd end up in Hufflepuff or any other house besides Slytherin! Maybe Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, since their Common Rooms were supposedly really far away from the Slytherin Common Room. That way, if his stupid pets got loose and pooped all over the castle, it'd at least likely happen as far away from Sierra as possible.
She really wanted to defend her last name. Or pound his face in, one. She didn't, though. Why? Only because she realized that the comment had come from a kid who not only enjoyed talking about things like poop, he also had no idea what the houses of Hogwarts were!
"Are you muggleborn?" she finally asked. Sierra didn't have a preference about muggleborns one way or the other, but this kid
had to have been born of muggles! Did he know anything about who he
really was?!
"I mean the houses of Hogwarts, not houses that you actually live in," she clarified. Well, she guessed you could consider your Hogwarts house as a group you technically lived with (during the school year, at least), but she didn't want to confuse him any further.
"When you first get to Hogwarts, you're assigned to one of the four houses, and that's the group you'll live with, eat with, play Quidditch with, and earn points with for the next seven years."
She paused to let that information sink in.
Hopefully it'd sink in!
"Slytherins are known to be cunning, ambitious, and really determined to do well," she said, glancing at Trixie to make sure she was saying that correctly.
"Gryffindors are known to be really noble and brave. Ravenclaws are supposedly really, really smart, and then the Hufflepuffs are supposed to be really loyal to their friends."
Again, she looked at Trixie. The Head Girl probably knew lots more about this type of thing than she did!
"I don't think all those traits apply to everyone in a house, though. Some people have traits from all the houses, even," she continued. For that reason, Sierra still had hope that her twin brother would at least be a
Gryffindor!
"...and like Trixie said, you can have friends from any of the houses if you choose to."