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Tippin · 01-03-2015, 01:30 AM

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

Well, this was it. This was it.

The doors were closed, the food set on the table and the Gryffindor badge pinned firmly on her robes. Gryffindor? Amur rubbed her palm against the top of her head, only messing up her hair more than the hat had already done. She wasn't sure what sort of heads it had sat on before her, but the house wasn't the one she had expected. She wasn't a ferocious lion. Actually, until now she had never even considered what type of animal she might be akin to. She was Amur. Amur Neverwinter.

And a Gryffindor.

Seriously, what did that hat see in people? HOW could it see into people? She had nearly pried it off her head to take a look inside and see what sort of mechanism it utilized to decide. Her father had said that it was a random sort, not based on personality or any such folly. No, he said that one of the teachers would charm it every year and had a quota of students to fill each house with. He had even written an article on it.

But she had watched the teachers, at least as much as she could while the others were being sorted, and they seemed much more interested in their own endeavors of roses and cats than any sort of color-to-character matching. Maybe she would ask them later.

For now, she was tasked with walking into the lions den to satisfy the growling that was starting to get rather noisy in her tummy. Her long robe shuffled along the floor behind her, a pitiful swish-swish noise that could hardly herald a lion. Good thing she didn't want any heralding. In fact, all the noise and people were starting to make her a little bit wide eyed. She wasn't used to so many conversations flying around all at once, and she was used to a rather noisy and expressive family, so that was saying something.

Sinking onto an empty spot at the edge of the bench, Amur slowly turned herself to face the table proper, her little fingers resting on the wood as she turned slightly to look down the length of the table. That was a lot of food. And a lot of hands in the food.

Pivoting back forward, she automatically reached for the first thing in front of her and put it on her plate. It clattered there, rather obnoxiously, before it's identity sunk in. A cookie. She was to have a cookie for dinner then.

Big Masters thinkking Tippin will stay in the kietchen, nooooosssssss he wont. *pop* sneakering behind this little master I am, and theres a COOKIE!!!! move around the feets nice a slow to grabbys the cookie. "This will be yummy" squeaking and moving under the big table Tippin will eat this cookie, that he found. hehehehehehe.

01-03-2015, 01:30 AM	#74 (permalink)
Tippin Streeler Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Hogwarts Posts: 200	Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani Well, this was it. This was it. The doors were closed, the food set on the table and the Gryffindor badge pinned firmly on her robes. Gryffindor? Amur rubbed her palm against the top of her head, only messing up her hair more than the hat had already done. She wasn't sure what sort of heads it had sat on before her, but the house wasn't the one she had expected. She wasn't a ferocious lion. Actually, until now she had never even considered what type of animal she might be akin to. She was Amur. Amur Neverwinter. And a Gryffindor. Seriously, what did that hat see in people? HOW could it see into people? She had nearly pried it off her head to take a look inside and see what sort of mechanism it utilized to decide. Her father had said that it was a random sort, not based on personality or any such folly. No, he said that one of the teachers would charm it every year and had a quota of students to fill each house with. He had even written an article on it. But she had watched the teachers, at least as much as she could while the others were being sorted, and they seemed much more interested in their own endeavors of roses and cats than any sort of color-to-character matching. Maybe she would ask them later. For now, she was tasked with walking into the lions den to satisfy the growling that was starting to get rather noisy in her tummy. Her long robe shuffled along the floor behind her, a pitiful swish-swish noise that could hardly herald a lion. Good thing she didn't want any heralding. In fact, all the noise and people were starting to make her a little bit wide eyed. She wasn't used to so many conversations flying around all at once, and she was used to a rather noisy and expressive family, so that was saying something. Sinking onto an empty spot at the edge of the bench, Amur slowly turned herself to face the table proper, her little fingers resting on the wood as she turned slightly to look down the length of the table. That was a lot of food. And a lot of hands in the food. Pivoting back forward, she automatically reached for the first thing in front of her and put it on her plate. It clattered there, rather obnoxiously, before it's identity sunk in. A cookie. She was to have a cookie for dinner then. Big Masters thinkking Tippin will stay in the kietchen, nooooosssssss he wont. pop sneakering behind this little master I am, and theres a COOKIE!!!! move around the feets nice a slow to grabbys the cookie. "This will be yummy" squeaking and moving under the big table Tippin will eat this cookie, that he found. hehehehehehe. __________________