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Bazinga
SPOILER!!: Minnie
Minerva looked curious at the girl, the way she said so you’re Minnie. Did someone already say her name or something, why did it seem like she already knew her. Min shrugged it off like it was nothing, because really it could be. “Yes, I’m Minnie. It’s nice to meet you Bee.” She really hoped the girl was happy with her house choice and that wasn’t her reason for being sad, “Are you excited to be a part of Hufflepuff? We are a great house you know.” Well she thought so at least.
Oh she was sick, “Are you going to be alright? One the feast is over we will be back at the common room and you can get some rest, but if your feeling really bad, I could take you to the healer now at the staff table.” She didn’t want anyone sick on their first night at school, what fun was that. Then she looked at the table and frowned, [b] “Yeah, the food isn’t usually like this. This place is usually amazing. I guess there has been some issues this summer, like the headmistress just said, but don’t worry, I bet they will have it fixed soon.
"Whatever..." Annabeth replied without due regard to Minerva feelings. Annabeth, by noticing that she had dropped the ball, tried to fix her statement
"I don't know what it means belonging to Hufflepuff house... I can't understand why the students must be apart... " she looked at the only boy who had had some consideration with her before Minnie. Blake was at the Ravenclaw table. She hoped that she could be there with him. Then she bursted talking too much:
"Look, I'm not really sick. And I don't want to spoil your... our party. Hogwarts wasn't my choice. I had never a choice. My parents expelled me from home at the very moment they were informed that I'm a witch and all my effort I had been made over recent years went down the drain." She rolled her eyes and snorted
"but I like badgers, and the yellow colour and all this stuff... at least, here at Hogwarts I have a house... I hope I could call it home soon." She smiled sadly again, drying some tears that began dropping on her cheeks. Then she leant her head on the table hiding her face. She hated to be so emotive.
Then she reminded the boy who had said he was muggleborn
I think he waved at me - she thought -
and I didn't wave back or introduced myself and now I'm crying in the middle of the feast! People must be thinking I'm crazy. How much long the feast will last? "If only I could step back in time..." she thought aloud, raising her head.