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Mell
SIGH.
Trixie had lingered just outside the castle doors for as long as she could. Until the last of the carriages disappeared into the night. She knew that she was going to have to go inside eventually but she was definitely in no hurry. Facing all those happy faces and talk of the holidays was definitely not very appealing to her rignt now, especially since her summer vaction had totally sucked!
If she didn't make a move however, she would surely be locked out which wouldn't be a bad thing if she had anywhere else to go. With another heavy sigh of resignation, Trixie dragged her feet and made her way into the Entrance Hall on her way to the feast, she was forestalled by a few people lingering about.
She was about to excuse herself so that she could pass through but the sight of her fellow Gryffindor and friend Tenacius seemingly about to get into trouble had Trixie pausing for a moment. That and the new shiny badge she had just noticed.
Were the Professors crazy? Who in their right mind would make Ace a Prefect? No offence, dude.
Trixe took a step to the side so that she could watch what was going to happen withoutbeing in the way when she lightly bumped into someone standing in the doorway. Another one of her housemates, only this one looked slightly lost or something.
"You look about as eager to go inside as I do." Trixie gave the older girl a faint smile. "You okay Aslan?"
Salander's plight went unnoticed, as did her fellow Gryffindor until the younger witch bumped into her, and then, try as she might not even Aslan was absent enough to ignore the girl. Blinking in.....
Ricki? Tina? What Jenkies? whatever her name was' direction, it took some time and much staring before a reply crept it's way up her throat, through her teeth and past her naturally rosy lips. "Yes, I'm not a fan." It as an obvious statement but from what Aslan had come to learn about humans they seemed much more comforted when you offered them words.
This girl (
Miffy? Soledad? It was Something... cute for lack of a better term) looked less than pleased herself. "Fine." She waved a hand, mentally but not physically shrugging away the other Gryffindor's question. "Why aren't you excited." Aslan asked, her tone as still and calm as a fresh water pond. Her mind was still going, still thinking and the slight glaze over her eyes gave it away.
None the less, she was listening for she assumed, one way or another that this encounter would prove at the very least to be a mild distraction.