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"Sorry!" Wesley said automatically in response to Sarah's tone. But her serious demeanor was undermined by the poke, and she giggled. The Hufflepuff happened to be very ticklish.
As her friend spoke, the third year nodded slowly, feeling very conflicted. As hard as it would be to get used to calling Sarah 'Prefect Sarah' it felt even more uncomfortable calling a Prefect by their first name only. It was akin to calling Professer Shackleton-Clark 'Shackleton-Clark'. The very thought made the brunette squirm slightly. But, Sarah said she wanted Wesley to call her just Sarah. So just Sarah it would be.
"I won't, promise," she whispered just as quietly, eyes wide with sincerity. No one had ever yelled at her at Hogwarts for getting in trouble. Wesley hoped that would always be the case. She couldn't imagine Sarah screaming. She didn't want to imagine Sarah screaming.
Nodding, so as not to interrupt Sarah's speaking, Wesley became very, very still, soaking up the information like a sponge.
"Wow." she said softly, at loss for words. Being a prefect was awe inspiring. It was such a huge job, and she couldn't even begin to picture herself doing it. Sarah, Torin, Vannessa, Tammy, and Dominic- they were so amazing! They were so brave!
Satisfied she hadn't asked anything illegal, Wesley grinned at Sarah's comment. She loved people. "Iris, Santine, Lucia-" Though not yet finished, the Hufflepuff stopped. The...the somebody was talking.
Chin wobbling, the tiny teenager's eyes soon filled with tears. Headmaster Tate seemed like a nice guy - he had to be a nice guy. But, Wesley missed the old Headmaster. She missed Professor Truebridge. She missed Nurse Avalon. She missed her three fellow Hufflepuffs, of which she had never met. And at the words 'steel your spine,' Wesley began to fully cry. She didn't want to put steel in her spine! That sounded like it hurt - it sounded scary! And then, and then he started talking about students dieing. And learning. As if, as if Professer Truebridge hadn't know how to teach. He had! He had! Wesley did learn a lot- she learned that Rita Skeeter was a bad women and you should never trust the media and and and the lack of intake of oxygen was making it hard to think, but Wesley did know that she had learned! She really had!
Sticking her chin out, she tried to keep it up, just like Headmaster Tate said, but it wasn't working.
And that only made her sob harder.
Shovelling potatoes onto her plate, Sarah giggled.
"I know you won't, Wesley.And maybe you can make sure none of you friends do either...." She didn't know much about any of Wesley's other friends.Not even what year they were in, actually.Strange really.
The look of awe on her friends face was actually un-nerving.It made Sarah feel even more under pressure to get things right, to do a good job.Not only did the staff need them for helping keep troublemakers at bay, which was hard enough, now she was a hero in Wesley's eyes too.
Oh merlin, please let this year go without a hitch! "Mmhmm," was all she could mutter as she continued filling her plate.
Then the speech began and she turned to listen.New Professor's, new Headmaster, everything was changing, it seemed.Sighing as he finished, Sarah spun back round and started to eat her food.Well she was about to, but a sobbing noise coming from next to her made her stop.Leaning forward she just managed to get a glimpse of Wesley's red, tear covered face.Gasping, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a stack of tissues.Grabbing her friend's shoulder, she spun her round to face her and started dabbing her eyes.
"Wesley! What's wrong? Please don't cry! Here take some of these...." she shoved the tissues in her hand, and sat confused and worried.
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Being as inconspicuous as possible, Marcus left the staff table and headed through the hall and made his way to the Hufflepuff table. He sat down amongst a few of the students.
"Good evening everyone. Glad to be back at school?"
He kinda wished that the holidays had gone on for a little bit longer, the time had gone by so fast and he felt as though he didn't have much of a break. But he did like being back with the kids, probably because most of the time he was a big kid himself.
Looking up from her plate upon hearing a voice, Sarah broke out into a grin when she saw Professor Lawson.He was a favourite of hers when he taught DADA, but since the events of last term she wasn't sure what he was teaching this year.Bad, uninformed, Prefect.
"Hello, Professor Lawson!" she smiled cheerily.
"Glad to be back, but also nervous as it's OWL year.I hope you had a good summer?" She was sure others would ask the same question, and he'd get sick of answering, but hey ho.
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noodles What was this? Elbows in the ribs? Just totally, totally uncalled for. This Miranda girly sure had problems. Personality problems – yeah. They had gone from a light hearted conversation, to her hurling insults about, to this. Violence. Oliver turned his head and gave her a look, pain registering under the smirk as she jabbed her elbow hard into his ribs. “Can you not? Please?” He asked her. Girls. Annoying, yet strangely engaging, beings.
Muggle!? The expression on Oliver's face said it all about his thoughts on that matter. “No.” He replied flatly as if it was a very silly question indeed. “I'm Pureblood.” Through and through. “But my half-brother's into all that crap and I've seen a few of those....” What in the hell were they called? ...Urh... “Those gold disk things... on one of those picture boxes.” ...Well that was articulate. But it wasn't his fault - she was insisting on asking such stupid questions!
So now she was trying to be pleasant again. Merlin – imagine living with this one and her mood swings? “Kelpies are not friendly.” He said with humour in his voice. “You'd have to be stupid to go up to one and start talking to it.” pfft.. friendly. Was she really interested in his family? He wasn't entirely sure but just answering her mundane question seemed to be the safest way to go. “Six.” he replied. “Well... they're more kinda my half siblings. Five brothers and one sister.” He informed her. “You?” Did he care?
Naaaaah.
Not since she turned into crazy mood swing girl who just confused him anyway.
“I am fine.” he repeated once again, draining his glass of water.
Pout, pout.
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So from rib elbowing, they moved onto... this.
Aaaaaargh! She'd completely flipped. He DIDN'T like this AT ALL!. He turned his head to the side, trying to get away from the potato being rubbed there, his eyes closed and his hands flailing helplessly.
The poking was beginning to really hurt and he could tell he was going to be covered in lots of little finger sized bruises later on. APOLOGISE? She had to be kidding! “Me apologise!!?” He hissed. “You started this! You and your SPITTLE!” Aaaaagh! He began making helpless whimpering sounds as she proceeded to rub the remainder of the mashed potato in his hair and then continued with the poking.
Poke, poke, poke. He was tempted to put a finger in her eye.
He looked up at her, his eyes wide as she proceeded to lick her finger and stick it in his ear, along with a load of potato. “Waaah!” He cried, looking thoroughly disgusted. And now he had an ear full of potato gloop. His hearing went all weird like he was underwater.
“Please, get off me.” He whined. She was NUTS! Nuttier than a vat of peanut butter. He couldn't stand this anymore and got hold of her by her arms and rolled them both over. If she had been a boy, this was the point where he would have got a few punches in but... he didn't quite know what to do seeing as she was a girrrrrl. A horrible girrrrl.
So...
He sort of scrambled to his feet very ungracefully. But she was MAD if she thought that was it. OH NO. She was NOT going to get away with such an attack and a battering of him and his pride. Reaching over to the table, he picked up the first bowl of food he laid his hand on and proceeded to empty the contents on top of her. Peas. Hahahah! MUSHY GREEN PEAS. She looked like a man sized bogey. “YOU!” He pointed at her melodramatically. “You and I are no longer friends.” He began to back away only to slip in some potato and fall backwards onto his behind. “OW!”
He was SO regretting thinking that the Hufflepuffs were cool...
Commotion.She heard a commotion from the other end of the table.This wasn't on.No-one was going to be doing that sort of thing while she was there.Looking down towards the noise, Sarah could see a girl covered in peas.So covered she didn't recognise her.And a Slytherin boy on his backside.
Oh great.Sliding her legs out from under the table, she patted Wesley on the shoulder.
"I'll be back soon, just need to find out what's going on."
Marching down the other end, she stopped just in front of the boy on the floor, and began to glance between him and pea girl.
"Care to tell me what you are doing down there? And why a Hufflepuff is covered in peas?" Staring at the girl it took Sarah several seconds to work out who it was...
"Miranda?" Ohhh dear. And then a second glance.
"Ryder?" Please don't tell me my boyfriend is involved...
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Kaytone "In every class, Love." Kay ate the sandwich and couldn't believe that she was eating. She never ate. "I think your good for me." Kay told Rex. She leaned over and kissed Rex's cheek than gave him some of the chicken that was on the table. "You can meet her right now. SARAH! Can you come over here?" Kay said standing up just a little. She smiled at Rex and giggled. "What? It's to crowd to be a lady."
Annnnd then she heard her name being called.At least she assumed it was for her.Looking around she saw Kay calling her over to yet another area of the table.She'd never get to eat at this rate.
"You stay right there," she pointed at the Slytherin.
"I'll be back to have a word about......this," she gestured at the mess in the surrounding area.
"Yes, Kay?" Sarah smiled, as she finally got to her fellow Huffie.
"What can I do you for?"