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pundantic · 01-03-2018, 01:26 AM

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Originally Posted by Ginevra

Daisy noticed a rather sad looking First Year that seem to want to be left to his own devices. If he wanted to interact, she'd be a friendly face for him.

Alessandro did notice the girl observing him from down the table but he could not gather the strength to be anything other than crestfallen. His go-to, deeply ingrained politeness would have been nearly impossible to muster. So instead of introducing himself he let her stare and continued to think a mile a minute about how his entire family was going to look down on him for such an abysmal sorting.

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Originally Posted by DJ Moose

He decided the best use of his time now was to watch the sorting ceremony. For every 3 cheers he had to give out for a newly sorted Badger he took a quick intake of breath from his inhaler. Then he watched as a familiar face walked onto the stool. It was the Toussaint he shared a compartment with. Then there was a BIG SMILE on his face as his Compartment buddy got sorted into his House. "Congrats, Al. Welcome to Hufflepuff." This eager expression on Simon's face would last about of the feast. He knew as soon as he would get into his Dorm with Derfael and Eno. The poor Hufflepuff would have to deal once again with that Clump of Molten Clothes on the Ground that Simon keeps forgetting the Name Derfael gave to it.

Until he heard a familiar voice. Alessandro had spent the better part of the train ride with Simon. And, honestly, he vaguely remembered him mentioning he was in Hufflepuff but it was not the first thing that jumped out in his memory. Oh no. Simon liked his cousin Chloe. Al was not likely to forget such an juicy piece of intel. Leecey would be thrilled to hear all about it in his next letter to her.

If she ever spoke to him again after being sorted into Hufflepuff, that is.

He was able to conjure up a half-hearted smile, “Hello, Simon. And thanks. My mother was a Hufflepuff.” That was the line he had been repeating in his head over and over since being sentenced to yellow for the next seven years. It softened the blow somewhat.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Just then Derf heard the Sorting Hat shout HUFFLEPUFF for another first year and the blonde's attention shot right in that direction. Oh fudge flies. Derf hadn't entirely caught the name...though he was preeeeeeetty sure he had heard Toussaint and then his stomach instantly knotted because, well, he had kinda sorta been avoiding Katherine ever since the polyjuice incident and, er, well...he still had the paper lips she had given him to 'give back' his first kiss. A first kiss that had now OFFICIALLY been had...and now rather than looking anxiously at the Slytherin table (for several reasons) he was glancing over at the Gryffindor one for Abey. But Simon's presence drew him out of that spiral of confusion. "Si----MORD!" Derf greeted with a wave. AL. He had said Al - which was clearly short for something. "Indeed, welcome to Hufflepuff," he grinned at the first year. Though, said first year did not look...pleased to be here? There was a lack of that first year twinkle in his eyes at least. "Chocolate frog?" he offered.

If chocolate could help with dementor drainage it could do anything, you know?

Then, almost immediately, Al was being dragged into polite conversation with the Hufflepuff prefect. He noted the badge almost immediately. For someone of importance in the school— as Al also intended to be of somewhat importance one day— he begrudgingly found some of his manners. “Thank you.” He didn’t want the chocolate frog. Between losing his appetite and being surrounded by the prospect of a feast full of food, chcoloate now felt silly. But he did not want to be rude. Especially to a prefect.

“I’m Alessandro Toussaint. And you are?”

01-03-2018, 01:26 AM	#44 (permalink)
pundantic MO Moke Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Winterfell Posts: 8,760 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gideon Emerson Slytherin Seventh Year x4	Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN Quote: Originally Posted by Ginevra Daisy noticed a rather sad looking First Year that seem to want to be left to his own devices. If he wanted to interact, she'd be a friendly face for him. Alessandro did notice the girl observing him from down the table but he could not gather the strength to be anything other than crestfallen. His go-to, deeply ingrained politeness would have been nearly impossible to muster. So instead of introducing himself he let her stare and continued to think a mile a minute about how his entire family was going to look down on him for such an abysmal sorting. Quote: Originally Posted by DJ Moose He decided the best use of his time now was to watch the sorting ceremony. For every 3 cheers he had to give out for a newly sorted Badger he took a quick intake of breath from his inhaler. Then he watched as a familiar face walked onto the stool. It was the Toussaint he shared a compartment with. Then there was a BIG SMILE on his face as his Compartment buddy got sorted into his House. "Congrats, Al. Welcome to Hufflepuff." This eager expression on Simon's face would last about of the feast. He knew as soon as he would get into his Dorm with Derfael and Eno. The poor Hufflepuff would have to deal once again with that Clump of Molten Clothes on the Ground that Simon keeps forgetting the Name Derfael gave to it. Until he heard a familiar voice. Alessandro had spent the better part of the train ride with Simon. And, honestly, he vaguely remembered him mentioning he was in Hufflepuff but it was not the first thing that jumped out in his memory. Oh no. Simon liked his cousin Chloe. Al was not likely to forget such an juicy piece of intel. Leecey would be thrilled to hear all about it in his next letter to her. If she ever spoke to him again after being sorted into Hufflepuff, that is. He was able to conjure up a half-hearted smile, “Hello, Simon. And thanks. My mother was a Hufflepuff.” That was the line he had been repeating in his head over and over since being sentenced to yellow for the next seven years. It softened the blow somewhat. Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Just then Derf heard the Sorting Hat shout HUFFLEPUFF for another first year and the blonde's attention shot right in that direction. Oh fudge flies. Derf hadn't entirely caught the name...though he was preeeeeeetty sure he had heard Toussaint and then his stomach instantly knotted because, well, he had kinda sorta been avoiding Katherine ever since the polyjuice incident and, er, well...he still had the paper lips she had given him to 'give back' his first kiss. A first kiss that had now OFFICIALLY been had...and now rather than looking anxiously at the Slytherin table (for several reasons) he was glancing over at the Gryffindor one for Abey. But Simon's presence drew him out of that spiral of confusion. "Si----MORD!" Derf greeted with a wave. AL. He had said Al - which was clearly short for something. "Indeed, welcome to Hufflepuff," he grinned at the first year. Though, said first year did not look...pleased to be here? There was a lack of that first year twinkle in his eyes at least. "Chocolate frog?" he offered. If chocolate could help with dementor drainage it could do anything, you know? Then, almost immediately, Al was being dragged into polite conversation with the Hufflepuff prefect. He noted the badge almost immediately. For someone of importance in the school— as Al also intended to be of somewhat importance one day— he begrudgingly found some of his manners. “Thank you.” He didn’t want the chocolate frog. Between losing his appetite and being surrounded by the prospect of a feast full of food, chcoloate now felt silly. But he did not want to be rude. Especially to a prefect. “I’m Alessandro Toussaint. And you are?” __________________