 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Dynah was already seated at the Hufflepuff table, all too well aware that this was her final Start-Of-Term Feast. Though the thought made her a little sad, she couldn’t help but be excited for the careers that lay gloriously ahead of her as a violinist and a possibly a professional Gobstones player. For the latter she aimed to be recruited by the Hippogriffs, just as papa Adi had been. As for her continued path as a violinist, her stage mentor - Jude Anders - was going to let her participate in his next concert.
Life was going to be great!
Dy shifted her gaze to the Ravenclaw, seeking out her girlfriend. Should she have joined Tamara at her Table? Before she could think too much about the question, there was a loud screech {or so she thought} that made her jump. A brief survey of the situation told her that some sort of prank had taken place. “You okay?” Dy asked {Ariadne}, shifting in her seat. “Do you need help with a Heating Charm?”
Whereas Dynah had been wondering whether she should have gone over to the Claw Table, Idris knew that he wanted to be at the Hufflepuff Table. So that’s where he was, sitting next to Paul and occasionally shoulder bumping his bestie just for fun. His gaze was on the group of firsties since his sister was among it. He hoped she would be a Gryffindor like him but it would be fine whatever House she was Sorted into.
“If Zen’s a Hufflepuff, you’ll look out for her, right, Paul?” Bump. As he bumped him, he took his gaze from the Sorting Ceremony to swing it to the guy beside him. Id gave him a warm smile. “Yep, I’m sure you would.” Paul might seem mean to others but Id didn’t see that; it was Paul’s caring side that he saw everyday. |