Ravenclaw. So he was a smart one, then. He didn't really look it, with his shyness and his stuttering; she'd imagined Ravenclaws to be more... confident. Bookish-looking. Glasses and whatnot. Maybe she just needed to get to know him better—and she would.
"Ravenclaw seems nice. I don't know anyone from Ravenclaw, of course, because I'm muggle-born." She was still getting used to the lingo. Was she a muggleborn, or was she muggle-born? She still wasn't sure. "But they seem nice, anyways." The Gryffindors at the table had been loud, talkative, and most importantly, more than ready to welcome her. She wondered if the Ravenclaw first years had a similar reception.
"Oh I loved the feast. I've never eaten so much food!" One of the Gryffindors had said they had feasts like this four times a year: at the start of term, on Halloween, before Christmas, and at the end of the term. She couldn't be more excited. "Will we have classes together? What year are you in, anyways? Second? Third?" He obviously wasn't in first, but wouldn't that have been just wonderful?
"Ravenclaw seems nice. I don't know anyone from Ravenclaw, of course, because I'm muggle-born." She was still getting used to the lingo. Was she a muggleborn, or was she muggle-born? She still wasn't sure. "But they seem nice, anyways." The Gryffindors at the table had been loud, talkative, and most importantly, more than ready to welcome her. She wondered if the Ravenclaw first years had a similar reception.
"Oh I loved the feast. I've never eaten so much food!" One of the Gryffindors had said they had feasts like this four times a year: at the start of term, on Halloween, before Christmas, and at the end of the term. She couldn't be more excited. "Will we have classes together? What year are you in, anyways? Second? Third?" He obviously wasn't in first, but wouldn't that have been just wonderful?
— beautiful set by MJ <3 —