This was thrilling! The time had finally come for her sorting. She understood that the ceremony was important to some and less to others. With the majority of the paternal side of her family being Gryffindors–quite expected for those who specialized in dragons–the maternal side of her family was a mix... and neither of her parents seemed to have a preference for her. Poppy didn't either. She was more of a go-with-the-flow kind of girl. One had to be with so many younger brothers underfoot.

Then again... her best friend Margaery had just been sorted into Hufflepuff. It would be nice to be able to be in the same house. Then all the firsts she was about to experience would be a little less frightening...

And suddenly, she was at the front of the line and her name was called. Nervously, Poppy tucked the loose strands of her hair behind her ears and hopped up on the stool. She found herself shaking–either from excitement, anixety, or a mix of both–so she crossed her ankles and tightly clasped her hands in her lap to try to get herself together. The hat was sat upon her head (it smelled a bit funky, but she would never be so impolite to say it!) She took a steadying breath.

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They have a whole week of unlimited resources and freedom.

A whole week away from her brood of little brothers?! It sounded like heaven! Not that she didn't adore them of course, but even when she tried to close her bedroom door to get a break from the noise, they still managed to barge in. So maybe she would spend her first few days holed up with her parents in a quiet house (assuming her brothers were off with a capable family member.) She'd read her favorite books, do a bit of adventuring outdoors, and get more one-on-one time with them.

Poppy didn't think doing that the entire week would keep her entertained, though. So she supposed the remaining days she'd like to go around the world to experience the different places she'd read about. Like Egypt! Or the continent! Or even China! And maybe for her final day, she'd spend it learning from and meeting her heroes... professional quidditch players, advanced magic, and an author or two could be neat. Maybe even the Queen, if her majesty was feeling nice that day.

What do they think their animagus form would be?

Something ordinary like a sparrow, she supposed. She didn't particularly enjoy standing out, so she likely wouldn't be anything large or brightly colored. Being small and able to blend in with your surroundings seemed useful. And with wings, she could travel in both the air and land, which opened up so many possibilities for adventures!

A classmate answers a professor's question correctly but the professor mistakenly thinks your character was the one that spoke and awards you their house points.

It would be absolutely terrifying, but Poppy wouldn't feel right accepting a reward she didn't earn–especially if it was in front of the person who had actually earned it! She'd prefer to address the professor privately, but she also wouldn't want the other student to feel negatively toward her. So as much as she would hate it, and her face and ears would be flaming red that they nearly matched her hair, she'd raise her hand and very politely and fumble through informing the professor that it had been the other student who had answered, not her.

Someone they want to be friends with suggests doing something they're uncomfortable with.

This had happened to her recently in Diagon Alley! She'd encountered a couple of girls outside the post office. One (who'd been rather eccentric and Poppy had seen was sorted into Ravenclaw) had gotten hold of a letter from a raven. She'd wanted to open the letter and read its contents, but between Poppy and the other girl, they'd convinced her to simply return it to the postmaster. Granted, Poppy had had a very difficult time speaking up. She'd stuttered even, but she'd made sure her opinion that they return it and do what was right was voiced. She hadn't been the first to say it, but she'd agreed with the third girl, and even suggested they find an adult to deal with the situation properly. Though... and Poppy would never say this outloud... she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be friends with Miss Glower, after all. She seemed like she might have a mischievious streak that would get them in trouble.