 pre-speech (Stella, Toddles, Isla etc.), and the potion madness Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
“Dobby and Albus are doing great. They’re back at Hogwarts too,” Stasya assured Stella with a grin as her earlier question had been answered. She hadn’t seen any reason not to bring them back, not when Dobby was basically her familiar by now and Albus was born here. As far as she knew, anyhow, although she hadn’t asked Professor Wayland about her puffskein’s ancestry before the events of last term and it hadn’t actually occurred to her to ask anyhow.
Not to mention all sorts of things had happened at the table. One of the new first years had thanked her and then apparently been revealed to be related to Rylee somehow, Zoryn’s quietness had nearly been rivaled by another newly Sorted student…and then there was Toddles. Who had revealed that Fluffsies was his pet and generally a lot of other not very useful information before throwing an elf fit and basically storming off. Well, she’d just have to ask him if he’d found his pet later. She wasn’t too concerned at the current moment.
Plus, the missing toad had been found, Derf was at their table, the new Headmaster had given the speech, food had arrived and things happened. She’d tried to at least give her Hufflepuff nearly-best-friend (Emmeline still held the official best friend slot) a smile but it faltered as she saw him suddenly grab Zoryn’s hand. Lucas was basically petting Józef nearby, but that didn’t seem like something that needed to be monitored. Both Isla and Cordelia suddenly professing their love for the Head Boy kind of did, but she hadn’t stopped them either.
Wait…now Derf was kissing Zoryn? Memories of Halloween nearly two years ago flickered to the top of her mind and she nearly flinched before applying herself to the food on the table. Eating definitely seemed better than awkwardness, although she’d let her grey-green eyes glance toward the Slytherin table once to look for Koen. Anything to distract herself from inner conflict and whatever was happening at her own table and actually, apparently the other tables as well.
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