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Full disclosure, she may have been clinging to Kizzy as much as Kizzy was clinging to her. Fuller disclosure? It wasn't because she was nervous. Every First Year up here on this stage with them and everyone else down at their tables needed to know this was her bestfriend from the very start. It was a little like a kneazle marking its territory. Oh! And to comfort Kiz, too. Yeah. She knew her friend might actually be wallowing in nerves now. That, too, for sure.
Emmerson Cambridge.
THAT WAS HER!!! Emm gave Kizzy's hand a final squeeze before skipping over to the stool and the talking hat and the man holding the talking hat. The little girl sat confidently, back straight, perfect dancer posture. She already knew the house she'd be going into and which she absolutel--
"GRYFFINDO--"
"Whooooaaa there." Emm said, instantly clinging to the hat in case the man tried to take it off. "That's it? No spectacle? No going on about my greatest and the things I'll do? You're just gonna pass me up on a two second sit before anyone even remembers my fa--"
"GRYFFIN--"
"I said hang on!" She wanted to be a hatstall like her mama had been. She wanted the drama, the suspense, the sitting at the edge of her seat with her breath caught in her throat. This...this was definitely not it and she was not having it, nor was she having this man now trying to tug the hat off her head and nudge her off the stool. Everyone else could wait, this was important.
The hat sighed, no less inclined to change its first judgement. It remembered her mother, headstrong and foolhardy. This one had not fallen far from the tree. He could see it clearly. "HUFFLEPUUUFFF!!"
"Oi!" Emmerson nearly tossed the hat off her head but now it would not move. She tugged against it, wanting that label nowhere near here.
"Hufflepuff!" It bellowed again, louder. Mocking her, surely.
"Cut it out before they believe you and gimme a yellow tie!" She whined, still trying to shove the hat away from her.
"You said you wanted a show." The hat replied in singsong fashion. Truly, it was taunting her.
"Not like THAT! What do you take me for??"
"A GRYFFINDOR!!!!!"
Before Emm could protest or acquiesce, the hat was snatched and she was nudged to her feet with an "alright, that's enough" and a patronizing pat on the shoulder from the man she didn't know would be her Headmaster and Head of House. She spared a final look at Kizzy before heading down to the table, knowing her friend now knew what she would have to do.
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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