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Bazinga 
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One minute she was walking with her mind on other things the next moment she was being tripped over. Zita couldn't even focus on what was going on before the girl and her books were all over the floor. It wasn't until her name was said that it even registered who she was. A first year, Hufflepuff,
that knew her name, but of course, everyone knew her name she was Zita Vella and everyone wanted to know her name.
The problem was did Zita know the girls? She felt like she should or it would be rude. Her eyes focused on the girls face for a moment, she did recognize it, but name, name, what was the name? "Are you alright sweetie?"
That could do for now as she bent down and picked up a few books. Doing that could show she was trying to be helpful, but really she was seeing what type of books the girl had, was there a name on any of them, and was this girl cool enough to be in the presence of Zita.
Thankful for the help picking up the books, Emmalyn made quick work of picking up the remaining and putting them back in a stack. She probably had every single book the library had about quidditch. The history, famous matches and players, advanced flying, tricks to impress the crowd, and so on. Her team had a game coming up soon and she had to be the best chaser she could be.
"I'm okay. Nothing broken and I don't think any of the books are worse for wear." She got to her feet and picked up her towering pile of books, making sure to keep her hands as waist level so she could attempt to see over the top of the stack.
"Sorry again. I didn't hear anyone in the hall and I wasn't being as careful as I should have been." She didn't know why her luck was to always end up making a fool of herself around the older kids. She never did anything foolish around her fellow first years.
"What are you up to? Any fun plans?" Ugh. That was probably a silly question. They were in one of the most boring corridors in the entire castle. The library and study hall were really the only reasons to be there.
"Oh, I'm Emmalyn. First year Hufflepuff. We have some classes together, but I don't think I've ever sat with you."