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AlwaysSnapesGirl · 05-02-2021, 03:55 AM

She had thought that she would be fine. Other than the sadness that some of her friends weren't returning and that her little brother had chosen to go to Beauxbatons instead to Hogwarts with her, Ivy had felt mostly good on the train. She liked the opportunities to sit with someone she didn't know and potentially make a new friend, or even just maybe be a friendly face for someone who might be lonely. She'd even been okay getting into the carriages, intentionally not paying attention to the now visible creatures pulling them.

But then she'd actually entered the castle and the Great Hall and her heartbeat quickened and she felt...weird. Her thoughts went instantly to last term and how she had felt and how she had found her mum here with the healers and...

But that was then, and she tried to force all of those thoughts away by paying attention how the house tables were laid out and the banners hanging above them and her friends at the other tables. All of that was her focus as she sat at the Ravenclaw table for the Sorting Ceremony, watching it without really watching it.

So by the time she was finally drawn out of her thoughts by the appearance of one of the newly sorted students, she felt much calmer. Everything was fine. She was fine.

Ivy offered a smile to Evan, who she now noticed was next to her, and to the new little first year, and a concerned smile for Ashley, who looked about like how Ivy herself had felt moments ago. Maybe the third year had the right idea; laying your head on the table did seem appealing right about now. But instead of doing that, Ivy looked at the little firstie (Lisa) again. "Welcome to Ravenclaw!"

05-02-2021, 03:55 AM	#5 (permalink)
AlwaysSnapesGirl St Mungos Mod 4 Privet Drive Mod Clabbert Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Narnia Posts: 19,378 Hogwarts RPG Name: Zephyr Amstern Ravenclaw First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Florence Schultz Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Tristan Rivers Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Antony Vexmoor Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nathaniel Hensley Slytherin Second Year x7 x1	Baguette \| there is no D in my name \| TRAITORclaw \| Queenie of Narnia She had thought that she would be fine. Other than the sadness that some of her friends weren't returning and that her little brother had chosen to go to Beauxbatons instead to Hogwarts with her, Ivy had felt mostly good on the train. She liked the opportunities to sit with someone she didn't know and potentially make a new friend, or even just maybe be a friendly face for someone who might be lonely. She'd even been okay getting into the carriages, intentionally not paying attention to the now visible creatures pulling them. But then she'd actually entered the castle and the Great Hall and her heartbeat quickened and she felt...weird. Her thoughts went instantly to last term and how she had felt and how she had found her mum here with the healers and... But that was then, and she tried to force all of those thoughts away by paying attention how the house tables were laid out and the banners hanging above them and her friends at the other tables. All of that was her focus as she sat at the Ravenclaw table for the Sorting Ceremony, watching it without really watching it. So by the time she was finally drawn out of her thoughts by the appearance of one of the newly sorted students, she felt much calmer. Everything was fine. She was fine. Ivy offered a smile to Evan, who she now noticed was next to her, and to the new little first year, and a concerned smile for Ashley, who looked about like how Ivy herself had felt moments ago. Maybe the third year had the right idea; laying your head on the table did seem appealing right about now. But instead of doing that, Ivy looked at the little firstie (Lisa) again. "Welcome to Ravenclaw!" __________________ if we fall, we will fall together; and when we rise, we will rise together__________________♥♥♥♥ together we are dangerous; together with our differences; together we are bolder, braver, stronger