 Oh, don't mind this first year crumpling to pieces trying to talk to older kids
He had arrived! Hooper Ridley-Rush had arrived! Despite his best efforts to catch what was going on with the rest of the sorting and what was happening with his best friend, Hooper also wanted to make some new Gryffindor friends. The question was, who was he going to talk to first out of the older kids who all seemed to know each other? Maybe the girl with her head on the table? (Remy) Or not. Better not get on her bad side. Or perhaps the boy who was looking away at a different table? (Adam) Maybe not. Instead, he simply chose to let his eyes do the talking and his ears do the uhh…hearing and watched with wide eyes as the rest of the students talked.
After waiting for a lull in the conversations, or not, Hooper leant forward with his best impression of his mother when she was trying to convince him to clean his room and to no one in particular, said “HiimHooperRidleyRUSHI’mAGRYFFINDORtandI’mhAPPYTOM EETyouALLTHANKYOUgoodBYE!”
Freezing in place, cheeks flushing, the first years eyes widened as his brain caught up with his mouth and he realised that he literally had just shouted at the rest of the students so quickly that they must have thought he was doing his best impression of a car driving past super quickly, which he wasn’t because that would have sounded a lot better. Why had he done this? The other first year hadn't fallen to pieces when she'd introduced herself (Delilah). Why had he?
Throwing himself back down on the bench because his bottom had lifted off it such was his nervousness, he looked down at the table for a moment, transfixed by the smallest of chips in the wood. How had it got there? How long had it been there for? Who’d done it? |