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nicole black · 05-04-2021, 12:47 AM

Hogwarts was startlingly cool, majorly so.
Were they sure she was supposed to be here? seemed like a kind of mix-up if you asked Mal, not that you had, but if you had- well, she'd have laughed it off until you'd forgotten the question entirely. Standing there amongst the first years with their chirping mouths and oversized robes she felt big, tall, a sunflower in a daisy patch. The saving grace being that she wasn't the only Salgado-Ramirez awaiting the mangy hat's decision. Mal made it a point to stick her tongue out at one whenever the other wasn't looking, it was a good bit of fun for about five minutes and then she got super bored, super duper bored.

This was taking a million billion trillion kazillion years, Mal's feet were hurting in her pointy-toed boots, her throat was dry, her thighs were burning, she was dyninggggggggggggg. Didn't anyone care? weren't they all bored out of their minds? could they not feel time dripping away? precious, valuable, delicious time?
Couldn't they-

Salgado-Ramirez, Magdalena

Oh, that was her. Mal smiled crookedly, skipping past first years and family members with a spritely grace. She popped onto the little brown stool and waited for the hat to be placed on her head, her heels bouncing on the stone floor.

Nice hair.

Thanks, I washed it today. Do you talk in everyone's head like this?

Yes, I do.

It's a little invasive.

You're not the first to believe so. Now let me see. The voice hummed and hmm'ed, Mal tried to look up past it's brim, but she couldn't see their brain, just fabric.

You have a healthy imagination, bravery... but a recklessness... you need rules, young lady.. and balance.
Mal was unimpressed, her rested her chin on her fist and promptly rolled her brown eyes. The hat chuckled.
Yes... Balance, and a home which will nurture your talents without judgement... but with warmth...

hmm.. yes... it had better be... HUFFLEPUFF!!

HUH??? HUH???
THE BADGER HOUSE?

NO, NO, NO, SHE WANTED SLYTHERIN. SLYTHERIN. Mal grabbed the brim of the hat and held it tight to her crown, refusing to let it be removed.

No, you're wrong, I'm a Slytherin, a snake! I'm cool! I am, you can ask anyone!

It was the hat's turn to be unimpressed, they grumbled and wriggled.
You heard me, it's Hufflepuff for you. Now go on to your Housemates, go on!

Mal was red-faced as she practically threw the hat onto the stool. That thing had no idea what it was talking about, Mal wasn't a hufflepuff- she was sneaky- and stealthy- and hot and no hufflepuff in history was hot.
(#cedrichello)

Steam literally pouring from her ears, the newly crowned third year hufflepuff walked to her house table.

05-04-2021, 12:47 AM	#13 (permalink)
nicole black Mooncalf Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: 'clever joke here' Posts: 7,174 Hogwarts RPG Name: Desdemona Minerva Evans #6082B6 Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Ravenclaw First Year x8	you wanna fite? \| 💚 nickleback 💚 \| Uh, anyway. Hogwarts was startlingly cool, majorly so. Were they sure she was supposed to be here? seemed like a kind of mix-up if you asked Mal, not that you had, but if you had- well, she'd have laughed it off until you'd forgotten the question entirely. Standing there amongst the first years with their chirping mouths and oversized robes she felt big, tall, a sunflower in a daisy patch. The saving grace being that she wasn't the only Salgado-Ramirez awaiting the mangy hat's decision. Mal made it a point to stick her tongue out at one whenever the other wasn't looking, it was a good bit of fun for about five minutes and then she got super bored, super duper bored. This was taking a million billion trillion kazillion years, Mal's feet were hurting in her pointy-toed boots, her throat was dry, her thighs were burning, she was dyninggggggggggggg. Didn't anyone care? weren't they all bored out of their minds? could they not feel time dripping away? precious, valuable, delicious time? Couldn't they- Salgado-Ramirez, Magdalena Oh, that was her. Mal smiled crookedly, skipping past first years and family members with a spritely grace. She popped onto the little brown stool and waited for the hat to be placed on her head, her heels bouncing on the stone floor. Nice hair. Thanks, I washed it today. Do you talk in everyone's head like this? Yes, I do. It's a little invasive. You're not the first to believe so. Now let me see. The voice hummed and hmm'ed, Mal tried to look up past it's brim, but she couldn't see their brain, just fabric. You have a healthy imagination, bravery... but a recklessness... you need rules, young lady.. and balance. Mal was unimpressed, her rested her chin on her fist and promptly rolled her brown eyes. The hat chuckled. Yes... Balance, and a home which will nurture your talents without judgement... but with warmth... hmm.. yes... it had better be... HUFFLEPUFF!! HUH??? HUH??? THE BADGER HOUSE? NO, NO, NO, SHE WANTED SLYTHERIN. SLYTHERIN. Mal grabbed the brim of the hat and held it tight to her crown, refusing to let it be removed. No, you're wrong, I'm a Slytherin, a snake! I'm cool! I am, you can ask anyone! It was the hat's turn to be unimpressed, they grumbled and wriggled. You heard me, it's Hufflepuff for you. Now go on to your Housemates, go on! Mal was red-faced as she practically threw the hat onto the stool. That thing had no idea what it was talking about, Mal wasn't a hufflepuff- she was sneaky- and stealthy- and hot and no hufflepuff in history was hot. (#cedrichello) Steam literally pouring from her ears, the newly crowned third year hufflepuff walked to her house table. __________________ the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence