 everyone but mostly lookin' @ you neo-alliance weirdos Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
One minute, Bernie was beaming at Cece and Phoebe, trying to figure out which of them was their new prefect, since it certainly wasn't her, and the next she was being choked out--- er, hugged from behind--- from a friendly little second year.
Oh! Emmerson! She liked her. "Yes, uh, nice lip gloss," Bernie wheezed, rubbing her neck a bit once the girl sat down. Someone tell her she hadn't brought Kinsay James with her... ope, never mind, there she was. Annoying little bugger. Bernie caught her breath and chuckled along at everyone's theories about the Headmaster, though privately she thought it was a bit cruel of them to gossip when Kale and Mavis were, like, right there at their table. Even the first years were getting in on the theories, though it wasn't very nice to theorize about the Trent kids' dad being dea----
Actually, maybe that was the truth. Bernie gaped at the staff table when the doors to the Great Hall flung open, all thoughts of where Trent could be replaced by what, exactly, had happened to him. She had the same thought as Kale, though she didn't stand up. She was overwhelmed by the number of... of... weirdos??!?? streaming into the Great Hall?!?!? Forget Trent's face melting off--- she'd be seeing that in her nightmares tonight--- they were being surrounded!!!!
She flicked her wand into her hand and gestured wildly, carelessly with it. "What? WHO? WHO ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE?!" Eww, and why did they smell so DISGUSTING???
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