Norah's eyes widened as she watched Professor Bellaire dock points from student after student. She felt her shoulders slump a little in disappointment before the crash of the door slamming sent her jumping back to attention.

When a first year she didn't recognize spoke, asking if they could sit down, Norah stopped herself from beaming at her, because if hugs weren't allowed in here then rallying against the professor probably wouldn't be a good idea. That was a brave thing to do, that's for sure. She saw the girl was wearing Gryffindor robes and nodded approvingly. That sorting hat really did know it's stuff, yep. Could they sit down, though? She had a killer itch on her foot and she didn't want to draw attention to herself by bending over to scratch it. That didn't seem very ladylike, anyway.