 not throwing away my shot | Slytherpuff | roll for initiative | woof you ❤
In the time that it took Elena to walk to the Gryffindor table after her sorting (which was less than thirty seconds) she mentally declared the sorting hat to be her mortal enemy. How hard was it to just do what she told it to do and place her in Slytherin with Alexei? Sure, it didn't think that would be the place to help her thrive, but what did that even mean? Why couldn't she thrive anywhere?
Elena took a seat at the Gryffindor table, on the side of the table facing the Slytherin one so that she could keep her twin in her sights. She sent him a helpless sort of look. It wasn't that she was upset about being a Gryffindor, per se. In different circumstances, she would be pretty excited. And she was excited, actually. Just, the excitement wasn't strong enough to break through the surface emotions at the moment. Those primarily bring upset at the hat for not listening to her and for separating her from Alexei. And, though she was loathe to admit it, nervousness. Elena wasn't often nervous. She was what some might call an extrovert. She liked meeting new people and talking to them. But she hadn't often been in a place with quite so many new people, and of varying ages. It would be different if the only people she had to contend with were her fellow first years. But she refused to let her fears overtake her. She sat up straight and held her chin in the air as she glanced up and down the table. She was rather excited to find out who her new dormmates were. |