 Anybody? Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Heath kept his eyes down as he joined the Ravenclaw table. He couldn't bear to meet Ariel's eyes as he passed her. She must be so disappointed that he wasn't brave enough to be in Gryffindor with her! What would the rest of his family think when they found out? Nearly everybody in his family was in Gryffindor... well, except Grandma and a couple of his cousins.
He gave a shy wave "hello" to his new housemates a seat a little removed from the others, lest he intrude on something he wasn't meant to be a part of. It looked like everybody already knew each other. They probably wouldn't want to talk to a new kid like him... but he was here, just in case they did. The thought crossed his mind to pull one of his Star Wars books out of his bag just so he'd have somewhere to look that wouldn't accidentally be staring at another student... or worse, a professor because some of the people at the staff table looked really scary! But he could already hear his grandma's voice in the back of his mind, reprimanding him for reading at the table.
Besides, the headmaster's speech started before he even had time to unzip his bag. Get a good eyeful...? Heath wasn't sure he liked the sound of that, but as long as it was just cleaning and not fighting boggarts or some other scary monster, he'd survive. Blink, blink. Heath didn't know what to make of the new Ravenclaw Head of House's introduction. Was having Professor Schmoe as their Head of House supposed to be a bad thing? He seemed like one of the least scary professors to Heath! And if it was bad, why did the headmaster give him the job? Heath swallowed hard at the mention of the Forbidden Forest. He'd heard enough stories to know not to go in there, but... what exactly would Headmaster Trent do to them that would make them wish they'd been eaten?
After the speech, Heath was absolutely convinced of one thing. Headmaster Trent was weird... like, even weirder than him... but he wasn't sure yet if it was a good kind of weird or a bad kind.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |