 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
A voice stood out from the chatter that filled the hall, and Norah turned away from the other tables to find Esme speaking to her. She smiled quickly at the younger girl, leaning closer so she could hear over the roar of the other students. "Oh, it was very nice. It's always good to be back, of course." Merlin. Didja hear that? She sounded like a GRANDMOTHER. When did that happen? "How was yours? Did you do anything exciting? Riveting? Fantastic?" There. Much better. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of ANOTHER Esme (Juno) arriving at the table, before the girl announced her name and the whole world made sense again. Twins. Right. She knew that. Was there something in the water tonight? She was feeling awfully strange. After giving her head a little shake, the sixth year leaned a little to her left to see if she could catch a glimpse of Yoongi--had to check if he was still alive and breathing, obviously--then turned back to the younger Puffs with a renewed smile. "Bet there's loads of fun to get into as twins." She and Henric would have to remember to keep an eye on them, just in case. They seemed sweet enough that it wouldn't be an issue, but Norah always thought that. Or usually, anyways.
The Friar received a beaming smile as well, of course, 'cause he was the very smiliest ghost in the history of the entire world, and therefore deserved it. "I'm grand, thank you sir." Was she supposed to call a ghost sir? How was she supposed to know? "Chocolate frogs are my very favorite train food, and those could never make me ill." According to SCIENCE. She loved them far, far too much for that. They had to be nice to her. It was a rule.
That niceness didn't seem to extend to one of the firsties (Brady) Henric was talking to, though. He was saying some very not-nice things that really had no place being said at all. Norah slid from her seat and went to stand beside Henric with yet another smile that was starting to become strained around the edges, both eyebrows raised at her puffer baby. They totally WERE her puffer babies. She'd decided. "Welcome to Hufflepuff!" That meant he was supposed to be nice, didn't he know? It was practically a rule TOO. "Henric's the least creepy ever. I promise. He doesn't HAVE to welcome you to Hufflepuff house, but he did anyways 'cause he's a good dude. Wasn't that nice?" She smiled again even though her face really didn't want to, then returned to her seat where she went back to staring absently at the staff table. Professor Myers and his banjo were GUARANTEED to make her feel better. That was a tried and true fact. So she looked at him, wondering in the back of her mind if glumness at the start of term feast made her a horrid prefect, but wondering even MORE if Professor Moxley was going to give her speech before they all turned a thousand. But MOSTLY she was wondering what would happen if she tried to balance a spoon on her nose and sing at the very same time. 'Cause that was important business.
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