 be curious, not judgmental
On her journey to the Slytherin table after being sorted, Mia had a very brief heartbroken exchange with Aurelia, but she had bounced back quickly, the smile back on her face as she joined her new housemates. She really wanted to go sit with Lucky once the feast got going, but for now, she had quickly redirected her attention back up to the hat. The Barrington triplets would be sorted soon after her, and Soph a little later, but the numbers were in her favor to have at least one of them join her, she figured.
Xander had gone first. Mia applauded and whooped at his name, then cheered again at his final result of Hufflepuff. That made sense, she thought; Mia thought he was the softest and sweetest among them, but even though it made sense, she made an exaggerated frowny face at him as he went to his table to let him KNOW she would miss him. But her disappointment was temporary - Giselle AND Phoebe were dubbed Slytherin!! Mia had yelled and clapped and laughed and jumped up and down as each girl joined her. Her PEOPLE. And if Soph got sorted in Slytherin, too, it would be all her Woboldo's girls, all together in the same house! The same dorm, even!
A couple of others had been sorted into Slytherin during the wait for Soph's turn. "Hi, I'm Mia," she had introduced herself to Regulus, Norah, and Lev when each one sat down. When Sophia was finally under the hat, the suspense was brutal. Why was it taking so long? Mia had drummed her fingers on the table impatiently, her knee jiggling under the table, overthinking every element of Soph's personality that could or could not be influencing the hat's long decision-making process until-- she was a Slytherin, too!
It felt like the sun came out. Even though she'd thought she'd be Ravenclaw, Mia was a Slytherin with three of her best friends from primary school. There were hugs for any of them who had sat on her side of the table, and Mia could not stop beaming for the rest of the sorts. When the girl named Maisey rounded out their group, her enthusiasm remained for her, too, even though she didn't know her. "Yay!" she had said to the girl introducing herself. "Nice to meet you. I'm Mia!"
Now that everyone had been sorted, Mia got the opportunity to really take a look around at the older kids. She smiled at Bella, who seemed quite friendly, but also at Serena and V, who both seemed to be going through their own thing, judging by their tones and words. Talk of the Headmaster made her peer up at the staff dais - was that...? Suddenly Mia was laughing, "No way! That's Headmaster Winterbottom. He used to teach at our primary school way back, remember?" She looked to her St. Woboldo's classmates. How long had it been? Four? Five years? "He was fun." Goofy, she remembered, full of cheesy dad jokes to make them laugh, and warm, like a grandfather. His speech verified everything she remembered about him. |