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Originally Posted by
aRogueOne
She was finally back. She had made it to her second home. Somewhere she felt accepted and comfortable. Somewhere she could really be herself. Walking into the Great Hall, her eyes instantly went straight up to the ceiling in search of the starry night sky for a moment before eventually making their way to her table. The Ravenclaw table. The same table many of her siblings should actually be at but somehow, where nowhere to be seen. Again. Rolling her eyes, the second year reached up and pulled the tight elastic band that was holding her hair up in a rigid ponytail down and out, giving her hair a shake before sliding it onto her wrist in hope that that would alleviate the headache that had been steadily growing throughout the day.
With her siblings not there yet, her eyes didn’t quite take in the faces around her until she was sitting in front of a silver plate, her eyes briefly moving over the faces. “Hey Irithel, Ashley. Did you both have good summers?”, her long, black her fanned out around her, somewhat curly from being restrained all day. She would have welcomed the first new Ravenclaw but he didn’t seem to want to talk to anyone, what with his eyes on the floor and him sitting far away. She wasn’t about to let that go though. Not even with the sorting now going on. “Hello? Quinn?”, a polite smile on her face as she peered over to the first year with what she hoped was a friendly smile. “Welcome to Ravenclaw. I’m Ingrid”.
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Originally Posted by
astrocat
Ashley was 50% sure that someone was talking to her. Oh, it was Ingrid. "Sup Ingrid? My summer was good. I went surfing. Got injured," as indicated by the bandage on her arm, "but not possessed or set on fire." That was really all you could hope for anyway. "Hello Quinn. I'm Ashley. Welcome to Ravenclaw. It is a house. Your house doesn't actually matter, but it is a house and we're all supposed to be smart or something." Was she in a grumpy mood? Yes. Was she trying to be welcoming? Mostly. She scratched the table with her fingernail. This school was awful, and every second she was here made her mood worse.
Quinn perked up at the greetings, looking around. People didn't seem to be looking at him anymore. At least, not as many—just these girls, in fact. He tried to push the Sorting Hat's words out of his mind for the time being and act semi-normal. He forced a smile for the second years.
"Oh. Um, hi. Yes, I'm Quinn. Kingsley. It's, er, very nice to meet you both." He directed this more towards Ingrid than Ashley—the latter intimidated him, with her grumpy demeanor and talk of not-so-pleasant subjects that she brought up for reasons unknown to him.
"Um... thanks for the... info..?" Quinn didn't feel like Ashley had a very optimistic outlook, to say the least. He tapped his fingers on the bench next to him nervously. He made sure to keep his hand there so nobody would take the spot in case Eden was sorted into Ravenclaw as well.