 be curious, not judgmental
When Soph had gotten to class, she'd faced the ever-trying battle of trying to figure out WHO to sit next to. Someone she didn't really know, which was... actually kind of hard, as she tried her best to get to know EVERYONE at least a little bit. But she'd grabbed up a tag from the woman's desk, offered the professor a cheerful greeting, and sat down close to Paulina, the new Hufflepuff in her year she'd never gotten the opportunity to speak to. After she'd gotten settled with her class materials out, Soph sprawled The Tickling Charm out as her charm that was useful in a duel. What? It totally was. Soph would've crumbled in a duel if anyone ever used that on her, so she knew it was a powerful weapon. Laughter was a beautiful thing, but also a very uniquely disarming thing, too. Fantastic in that sense.
At the picture of the banner in the air, Soph squinted. She knew quite a few wizards who looked like that, short and petite and inspirational enough to be mentioned. Rooney's comment about it being his Halloween costume made her smile, and the young Slytherin boy's question about it being the professor's grandfather made her smile broaden even further.
But then when Adi, then Benny and Norah went along to confirm that it was Flitwick, a former professor and dueling champion during the Second Wizarding War, Soph gave a pensive hum. So that was the man who got to teach Hermione Granger? Wicked cool man, he was, then, and THAT also meant he was the one who did the... the charmed keys thing that she and Harry and Ron had to get by to get to rescue the philosopher's stone in their very first year? He had been the charms professor, yes? That was him, wasn't it?
Super wicked.
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