 books and cleverness | i like you a latte
For the record, Irithel was not exceptionally cheerful or friendly. She just LOVED being the center of attention. If she made a few new kids feel happy about joining Ravenclaw while enjoying everyone's attention, then great! She did not notice Quinn's nervous chuckle or Eden's side eye, so everything was going well from her perspective. "You're welcome, you're welcome. Nice to meet you too!" she beamed.
Oh, now she had confetti on HER and she wasn't even new. She kinda liked this, as well as what Ashley said next about the headmaster. "I know right? Or maybe he got strangled by a devil's snare or got bitten by a giant snake or got dragon pox and is at St. Mungo's Hospital. But I'm not getting my hopes up either," she added to her conjecture. They were all things she saw and heard during the summer when she frequented the hospital, so they were all possible. No matter the reason, she would be delighted if they got a new, decent headteacher this term.
Unlike Ashley, Irithel did not try to get the confetti out of her hair (#fashion), but pushed her glasses up her nose and sat down beside Ingrid because WHAT did she just say? "RESPECT?? He doesn't deserve ANY respect," she then turned to the other second year incredulously. She was totally lying and it was totally obvious. Perhaps she did not want to scare the first year students, but Irithel wasn't sure whether it would work. They would find out for themselves the next morning when they have class with the meanest teacher alive. She decided to play along for the time being. "Okay sure, he's fine sometimes. But I don't like him either. He's usually not late, and I hope he arrives soon because I'm huuungryyy."
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