"Did she just say chorts?!" Because she had heard of those things. And the announcement that there had been some here last term was enough to get her fidgeting with the shorts (the same lacy ones she'd been wearing on the train) she had chosen to wear with the button down and robes instead of the skirt of her uniform.

But before she could continue with that thought, there was a PROFESSOR on the table. Oh for fruit's sake! Now, she was in no way a stick in the mud, but there was a time and place for standing on tables and at a feast when the food has just been served wasn't it. Luckily, he wasn't anywhere near her, but even so, all she could do was sit and watch with her eyes bugged out and her jaw hanging down.

Only when the apparent Head of House started roaring did Heather move again, jumping in her seat. Was it too late to transfer back to Beauxbatons?