 Brady & anyone else! Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah, who had spent the entire train ride trying her very hardest not to mope, let out a long face or two as she wiggled into a spot at the nearly empty Hufflepuff table and rested her head on her hands. Hogwarts with NO Yoongi and NO Professor Moxley barely counted as Hogwarts at all. If she ignored the fact that she hadn't known either of them when she first started, that is. Which she was. In the interest of moping. On top of the fact that she knew her behavior was highly un-prefectlike (there had to be a REASON why she hadn't been good enough to be Head Girl. Penelope would surely be far less dreadful than she would've been), it was probably a big waste of her very last start of term feast for the rest of her entire life. It was too late now, though. The moping had begun. Call the authorities.
It only took about a minute for her to grow bored of staring at her reflection in the polished table. Even that was likely record timing, considering her attention didn't enjoy staying put on anything for more than a few seconds unless it was really really REALLY important. The seventh year lifted her gaze to the rest of the Great Hall, her eyebrows shooting upwards at the sight of a big cat sitting at the Staff Table. She was never entirely confident that she could trust her memory, but she was PRETTY sure the picture she'd seen of the new Headmaster in the Daily Prophet hadn't looked anything like THAT. A cat was still no Professor Moxley, but at least she would've been a bit more excited if she'd known THAT. Classic grown-ups, always keeping the best information to themselves. Norah had already elected to ignore the fact that she was technically a grown-up too now that she was of age 'n all that, because that didn't feel true at all. Numbers were liars. Everybody knew that.
When her eyes finally reached Brady at the other end of the table, she wiggled her fingers at him and called, "You hungry?" Hopefully he wouldn't start yelling like he had last year, but either way she had no shortage of pumpkin pasties stuffed into the bag at her feet in case he wanted one. Maybe she couldn't bring a whole lot of JOY to the table at that point, at least she could bring FOOD. Those were kind of the same, right?
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