 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
After the chaos that had been the train journey and then the incident with the house elves and the trunks, Bel finally made her way into the Great Hall. She made a beeline for her own table, though she did wave quite enthusiastically over at her friends at the other three tables, each of them in turn. Some of the first years had already been sorted, and not just first years either. Bel was always interested about transfers since she had been one herself, in her second year.
She still wasn't use to wearing a skirt for her uniform either, and it felt like she had to adjust it all the time and it wasn't that she was bothered by its length either. How did you stop them from sliding around and sort of turning so that they weren't sitting straight anymore? Was it her? Did she walk funny or something else that made the front and back decide to swivel around to sit on each of her hips? And don't get her started on the lining! That kept on working itself up underneath her skirt until it was bunched at her waist, which was just dumb. Bel was half convinced that tearing the whole lining out would be a good plan, only then the wool might itch on her skin. It was all incredibly inconvenient honestly. It looked fine at the moment, but felt annoying. This was distracting enough in the moment not to be too stressed about how people might react to her being captain this term. Of course, a few people already knew, and a few others had found out on the train, but now it would be official and common knowledge to everyone. Her badge was pinned neatly on her robes for all to see.
"Hello everyone!" Bel greeted, her strong Australian accent coming through as she spoke. She sat herself down in an available seat.
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