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The plainest way to describe the Ravenclaw as she entered the Great Hall was exhausted. This had to be the longest train ride in the history of train rides--nevermind the tracks had not been lengthened and the castle had not moved. Did that many things usually happen on the train? It all felt a bit much this go around and the longer the day got was the more she figured it having to do with the badge on her chest.
Before, it didn't matter if things went wrong, the Prefects would handle it. Now she was the Prefect and was suddenly expected to be the one....well....handling it. At this point, overwhelming was an understatement.
Her fatigue was countered by her own restlessness, there were anxieties that didn't begin to moderately fade until they were finally in the castle and it didn't seem anyone had gotten lost on the way here. Jessa had waited on the last carriage over, wanting to make sure none of the students were left behind while Erik was sent on ahead with the first set to have someone greet and usher them in once they hit the castle. It was a good strategy--though she didn't suspect he'd be thanking her for it any time soon.
By the time she got to the castle, it seemed most of the house had been seated and the sorting had begun. Jessa moved to the first empty spot she could find, not yet allowing herself to feel as tired and restless as she actually was. For now, she had First Years to make feel welcomed and returning students to greet and welcome back.
"Welcome to Ravenclaw!" She cheered, slipping into a wide grin for the pair of First Years (Hanna and Zyanya) that sat close together. "No better house to be in." Most would chalk that up to house bias and maybe it was, but it made so much sense in her head. They had a library in their Common Room for Circe sake AND an experiment station. How many other houses could say that? "I'm Jessa, you're Prefect...I guess." Yeah....that was...gonna take some getting used to. "Ask me anything, because I'll probably do the same." Gentle disclaimer for the overly curious Ravenclaw. It was better they knew early on than finding out later.
It was the book, then the boy holding the book that next caught her attention. "Hey Dorian, what'chu got there?" Anything interesting enough to distract her from the disaster that was a train ride and the anxiety of losing a Firstie or two while she led them all back to the Common Room later?
Blue eyes drifted up to the staff dais and it was then that little knot of relief unwound itself inside her stomach. "No way. Tell me this is legit." Because she'd continue fearing for her education if it was a joke. "They canned Stewart from Transfiguration? Wicked. Here's to hoping this one knows what she's on about." Otherwise it was back to square one, wasn't it? There was just no redemption for anyone who didn't know the difference between a charm and a transfiguration spell. It wasn't comforting in the least, especially not when you were set in charge of the learning of others.
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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