 MENTIONS! also dashes of Gryffindor & Ravenclaw tables! & a little Slytherin as well astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
Glancing at Daisy when she spoke, he wasn't so sure about writing it off so quickly as being a first year. He, after all, had lost control of Picketta as a fifth year. Creatures had minds and lives of their own, you know? "Yeah, maybe," he nodded with a small smile. Appreciating her offer to keep an eye and ear out for him. That is...until he heard the shouting coming from the Gryffindor table from a younger girl. "Or...it's hers," he mused with a small satisfied chuckle. Just glad to have found the owner so quickly. "I'll be back in a flash, yeah? Just gotta go ... well... confirm that it's hers." As for returning it...well...he reckoned he had to keep with certain protocol this evening. He himself WAS, for the record.
Not a single bowtruckle on him.
Stepping out of his spot on the bench, Derf of course notice the interactions between Penny and Benji. Honestly, he was just glad that she looked so comfortable around someone else. You couldn't fake a genuine smile like that, you know? Smiling at the pair, and nothing really for him to do about the Ravenclaw not being at his table - something Derf never really wanted to fuss about anyway - since he was just checking in on her, Derf paused specifically to greet the new first years who had officially joined the table while other Sortings were still going on. Holy flamming salamanders there seemed to be a lot of first years this term. It was rather exciting!
Toad still very much cupped in both his hands, he grinned warmly at the first year trio. "Maxmilian. Mary. Ai. Welcome to Hufflepuff! I'm Derf, one of the prefects representing Hufflepuff and...." Oi this still felt odd to say aloud. "Head Boy. Looking forward to getting to know you later, yeah? And you'll be sticking to me after the feast ends to lead you to the common room and dormitories. Just..gotta go return a toad...right now...."
And he had hoped that Albert would make his appearance soon too. It just wasn't a start of term feast without that jovial specter.
But before he could totally leave the table, he spotted Matthew with what looked like a pygmy puff upon quick glance. "Um...sorry, mate. But pets and familiars aren't allowed at the feast....you're gonna need to put that back in the common room or give it to Professor Wayland right..." And that sixth year could mull over which option while this seventh year went to deliver back a toad to the Gryffindor table.
Which meant that his gaze was pulled over towards the other tables as he stepped away from the Hufflepuff one...and what in Scamander's suitcase was the fuss over at the Ravenclaw table? His eyes tries to seek out Chloe to see if she was okay and handling it all fine...but he reckoned that she did have a handle on whatever it was and he need not worry. Gryffindor's being robust and their table and, well, Zoryn being Zoryn did not surprise him. It wouldn't be Hogwarts if Gryffindors were quiet - which had contributed to the discomfort that hat been last term. He did pause again, however to glance over at the Slytherin table...and specifically its newest female prefect - and their seemed to be some sort of ruckus going on over there as well.
Ironically...it all put him at ease. It actually felt like Hogwarts again and that placed a smile on his face as he stepped away from the table proper and over to the Gryffindor one.
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