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Roselyn It was finally dawning upon him...
He was a third year. The BIG 3-R-D. That, and he probably could do with one or two more friends, but that was beside the point. Were third years still technically called underclassmen? Was he a bigclassman now? Class. Classy. He had to be classy.
Starting now.
Classy-ily taking his place at the Gryffindor table, he beamed at everyone. Suave, totally. Or, no. SMILED at everyone. Classy people didn't beam, unlike Star Trek folks from what he'd read. Beam up the fooooooood, scotty! He had robe pockets to fill with mashed potatoes and gravy.
Having changed into her robes on the train, Sha was happily in her Gryffindor gear as she made her way into the Great Hall with AJ by her side. A wide smile was spread over her lips at the fact she was finally back home - even if she had had to leave her siblings behind at home home - and ready to start learning more advanced magics. As they made their way towards the correct table, the Welsh Lion's eyes searched for her best friend Lance. She had lost him on the train and was happy to see that he was at the table already with two sets next to him.
Perfect.
Slipping her hand into AJ's without thinking, Marsha tugged the brunette after her as she walked quickly towards Lance so that no-one else would steal the seats from them. Smiling at faces she recognised as she moved, she finally managed to PLOP down next to Lance, pulling AJ into the seat next to her. There.
… But she didn’t let go of AJ’s hand as she bumped her shoulder against Lance’s.
”Hey there.” Grinning wide, she got ready to watch the new group of students getting sorted. And obviously she would clap and whoop for all new Gryffindors…
maybe she would realise she needed to let go of AJ’s hand then?