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Originally Posted by Sararara

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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Originally Posted by Symphora

Henric's joy was short-lived and that smile he wore for everyone at the table turned into a scowl in a matter of seconds. Brady was testing his patience and managed to struck a nerve in his chord. He truly did. "I'm sorry...what?" he cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes and dared him to speak. Thank goodness for Norah who has stepped in just in time to diffuse his raging time-bomb in his head. It took all of his self-perseverance not to reach for his wand and cast a jinx spell at Brady.

"Thank you Norah, I can handle it from here." His tone had turned curt and menacingly low. He straightened his back and stared down at the boy. "Do I have to remind you, that I can report you for any impudent behaviour to a professor? One more time I hear you calling your house prefect or anyone for that matter in a disrespectful manner, Brady...you'll be reported. Am I clear?" he spoke to the boy with an air of decorum. "Do not...I repeat...do not test me...young Brady." He warned under his breath. "Now,will we have a good feast or not?"he asked, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow at the boy.

Brady shook his head and laughed at Henric. This was what he was gong to be going with? Scolding and threatening him. That really doesn't seem very Hufflepuff like of the HUFFLEPUFF PREFECT! Bradson turned his head slightly to the side. "You aren't really the Hufflepuff prefect, yes? You threatening me like my gran is making me think you're actually a Slytherin like my gran." He didn't think it was possible for someone to even come close to acting like his gran. Brady shook his head.

Brady noticed an older girl butt into the conversation. She must be the girl prefect. She seemed nice...nice enough at the moment. "Thank you." Brady nodded. "Actually he said that he HAS to but really he doesn't? You people are confusing." Teenagers and adults were the most confusing people to ever exist. "Oh yeah it was so nice of him and it was also nice of his to threaten to tattle on me too. What a lovely prefect."

The eleven year old looked back at Prefect Henric. He rolled his blue-green eyes at the older boy. "I repeat don't test me." Brady mocked him. "As for you threatening to tattle on me, do it! I dare you because you clearly don't have a funny bone in your body where people can pick on you or push your buttons. They really did choose a hot tempered Prefect." Brady shook his head. "You stay away from me and everything will be rainbows and unicorns until you graduate." The Scottish boy got up from his seat and walked over to a different spot at the table.

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Originally Posted by Squishy

Still smiling, she shook her head at Brady's question. "Nope, I've been here since First Year just like you. If you need help getting around, you can ask me." She would be glad to help. "It is a fun House, yes. Everyone is very friendly and it's easy to make friends in Hufflepuff." Esme was sure that he would enjoy it. She wondered who he was referring to, but had a feeling it was best not to ask. Some things were painful and she didn't want to pry. No matter, because he had already moved on from that discussion and was confused about Juno.

"This is my sister," she explained to him. He didn't seem to understand identical twins and that was understandable. "We are identical twins, so we look exactly alike." She could explain things further if he needed it.

"I guess that makes sense, since you know people." Brady shook his head. "Not everyone is friendly here so I wouldn't go that far." He wasn't exactly friendly with the Prefect boy. "Twins? What? How? Why?" Brady had a lot of questions. "Are you sure you weren't cloned in one of those freaky muggle science labs?" Would they even know what he was talking about? His grandmother made sure that he knew a bit about muggle stuff because she told him there was this class called muggle studies at Hogwarts and apparently it was important.


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Brady looked over at the staff table as one of the professors fainted. This was who they were going to be trusted with? Brady looked around at the rest of the professor. He only saw a few that he would entrust with his life, which wasn't what he was expecting. Brady could tell from where he was sitting that they were acting like little kids, this eleven year old wasn't blind to that. All of them that were here attending Hogwarts were kids and apparently the professors were as well. Brady was not amused at all.

Speech time.

So it was time to listen to these famous speeches. So now he would learn what was so great about these things. His uncles and aunts and cousins would all say that these were amazing speeches but he wasn't one for listening to speeches. Bradson watched as everyone stood up and did what was ask, this eleven year old on the other hand wasn't going to do any such thing like that. Brady looked over at the new Professors that the headmistress was talking about and then his blue-green eyes made their way to the old lady he had met on the train...joy.

That's it? That was all?

That's what one of those important speeches were like? He was not impressed and he would have to write a letter to all of his family to make sure they know it wasn't as great as they said it would be.