SPOILER!!: Marigold
Marigold giggled a bit. "Cold is a bit of an overstatement, yeah?" Cold didn't even begin to describe the way the lack of heat had wormed its way into her bones and chilled her so much all she could do was huddle under ten pairs of long underwear. Cold wasn't good enough for the fact she had irritable to no end with people she was friends with. Her eyes flickered over to the Gryffindor table again, this time searching out a blonde mischief maker. She turned back to Norah. "It was fun, I suppose." At some parts it had been, but the reason Marigold was affirming Norah was because she didn't want to minimize the girl's first year. At the mention of Arithmancy, Marigold groaned audibly. "I have to take my Arithmancy OWL next year," she said in a terrified voice. She was going to fail that, wasn't she? But she couldn't ignore the fact that Norah's bouncing was cheering her up so so so much. She reached across the table and patted her. "Can you just be my cheererupper next term?" She was adorable. "You get used to the no magic aspect, I promise. Though I don't have anyone to make jealous: my dad does magic every day, mum's muggle, best friend's muggle, yeah. But I'm keeping busy, field trip to Greece, hanging out with friends, y'know. What about you?
Norah noticed a slight bitterness in Marigold's voice, but the sudden appearance of FOOOD on the table stopped her from mentioning it. Piling a mountain of every dish she could reach onto her plate, she pondered the older girl's answer. Making a face, she said
"Ewww an Arithmancy OWL? Gross," accidentally spraying the table in front of her with bits of chewed-up potato. Oops. With an apologetic smile, Norah wiped up her mess and nodded enthusiastically at Marigold's suggestion.
"Cheererupper? I could TOTALLY do that." She leapt from her seat and threw her arms in the air, just in case the level of her excitement at this prospect wasn't completely clear, and attempted some badly-executed jazz hands before returning to her seat. How's THAT for cheererupping?
"Oh wow Greece sounds so cool! I wish I could go." SIGH. Being 12 was so difficult.
"I'm going to France, like every year, to visit my grandparents. They're muggles, though, so I guess I couldn't use magic anyway." Humph. It was still a shame, anyway.
Norah couldn't help but to make a face. She could definitely relate to Hazel's frustration with winter clothing, that's for sure.
"Ooh, London! That sounds like fun, she said, grinning back at her. She liked how excited Hazel seemed to be at the prospect of leaving the castle.
"I love Hogwarts and everything, but I just can't wait to leave. I need to catch up on my sunshine." Not that Hazel would be getting much of that in London, but Norah still considered this a shared feeling, probably with all the students. Cold...ew. If only if could be summer forever.