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SilverTiger · 05-04-2017, 07:00 AM

Even given the attention she was getting from the other girls, Stasya was startled by the entirely over-jubilant greeting from the boy who had a badge. Moreso because, even though she remembered that they had announced her full first name when she’d been Sorted, she wasn’t actually used to people calling her that. She was even tempted to correct him, even though he wasn’t wrong. Not really. “You can call me Stasya,” she still ended up saying, rather softly, as he had finished up his speech about what they should expect after the feast.

That statement went for the others too, aside from Emmeline who already knew her name. She’d given her fellow first year a slightly more genuine smile at her words, though. They definitely needed a rescue mission for Dobby after what had happened with the Sorting, even if she knew she’d return the squirrel to the barn in the morning.

The tall girl who had sat next to her hadn’t left, nor had the one who had poked her which actually did make her feel a bit better. Just the fact that people were trying to cheer her up helped, although she had blinked when the Slytherin girl had suddenly spoken up, acting like they were related. “Um…” As far as she remembered, the only cousins she had were on her papa’s side and she didn’t think any of them were going to Hogwarts. It was entirely too confusing for the blonde, even if she did sort of agree with the comment that she was there for a reason. The dilemma was that at least part of her reason had been shattered by her ending up not in Derf’s house. She still felt a b it of adventure in going somewhere her parents hadn’t gone to though.

As the girl who had first poked her had spoken again, answering her question, she had nodded. That was exactly why she was sad, and she knew Emmeline understood that. They shared in that crushing loss, at least a little. But the words did sink in. “Okay.” The girl was older, so that meant she had to know what was what. If she said she’d still get to see all her Puff friends, she was going to believe it.

Except she wasn’t entirely sure what to think about being newly christened Nugget. “I’m Stasya.” It was only polite since she had introduced herself, even if she wasn’t sure what to think about being sort of used like a hand puppet.

Oh, and… “Thank you Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington.” The ghost’s name was almost more complicated than her own.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,214 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3	gives up on quotes Ace, Emmeline, Zae, Sammy and Sir Nicholas (mention of Liv too) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Even given the attention she was getting from the other girls, Stasya was startled by the entirely over-jubilant greeting from the boy who had a badge. Moreso because, even though she remembered that they had announced her full first name when she’d been Sorted, she wasn’t actually used to people calling her that. She was even tempted to correct him, even though he wasn’t wrong. Not really. “You can call me Stasya,” she still ended up saying, rather softly, as he had finished up his speech about what they should expect after the feast. That statement went for the others too, aside from Emmeline who already knew her name. She’d given her fellow first year a slightly more genuine smile at her words, though. They definitely needed a rescue mission for Dobby after what had happened with the Sorting, even if she knew she’d return the squirrel to the barn in the morning. The tall girl who had sat next to her hadn’t left, nor had the one who had poked her which actually did make her feel a bit better. Just the fact that people were trying to cheer her up helped, although she had blinked when the Slytherin girl had suddenly spoken up, acting like they were related. “Um…” As far as she remembered, the only cousins she had were on her papa’s side and she didn’t think any of them were going to Hogwarts. It was entirely too confusing for the blonde, even if she did sort of agree with the comment that she was there for a reason. The dilemma was that at least part of her reason had been shattered by her ending up not in Derf’s house. She still felt a b it of adventure in going somewhere her parents hadn’t gone to though. As the girl who had first poked her had spoken again, answering her question, she had nodded. That was exactly why she was sad, and she knew Emmeline understood that. They shared in that crushing loss, at least a little. But the words did sink in. “Okay.” The girl was older, so that meant she had to know what was what. If she said she’d still get to see all her Puff friends, she was going to believe it. Except she wasn’t entirely sure what to think about being newly christened Nugget. “I’m Stasya.” It was only polite since she had introduced herself, even if she wasn’t sure what to think about being sort of used like a hand puppet. Oh, and… “Thank you Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington.” The ghost’s name was almost more complicated than her own. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥