Soli was still getting used to this whole Hogwarts thing. She was supposed to have a sister she could write letters to, and ask questions of, to see how to navigate this path. But, Era had basically disappeared off the face of the Earth after what had happened with Jakob. Soli hadn't heard anything from her sister since...several years back now. Sometimes she wondered if Era was still alive. Sometime she forgot to care at all.
She tended to stick to the common room, because it was quickly becoming the most familiar and comforting area. She could curl up with a book and some snacks, and just pretend no one else existed. She hadn't really made many efforts to make new friends - that seemed like so much work. However, when a boy sat down in a chair not far from her, a few feet away, Soli was overtaken by a sudden urge to find someone to relate to. He looked young, like her, and she recognized him from the sorting ceremony.
Thanks to her knack for names, she remembered his perfectly. She'd heard the Headmaster call it out before the Hat had been placed upon his head, eventually coming up with Slytherin - just as it had earlier in the night for her, as well. The same house Era had occupied. Coming back to reality now, her wandering mind focused in on the boy in question, Aster. Leaning over, she held out the paper bag she'd been eating out of. "Do you want a shark?" She asked, blinking her wide, blue eyes at him without bothering to explain that they were actually gummy, sour sharks.
Post by ASTER NICOLA on Jun 22, 2017 15:28:18 GMT -6
Aster spent a lot of time flopped on the floor. Why? He found it comfortable and none of the older students were going to tell him to vacate it simply because they wanted it. Thus, it seemed like the safest place to sit as he had seen at least one older boy kick a girl out of her seat. Today though there were plenty of open seats, and hardly anyone around so he sat in an actual chair. Was it comfier than the floor? Yes, would he stop laying on the floor in favor of a chair in the future? Unlikely. The spiders didn’t hang out on the couches, and he liked hanging out with the dirt and spiders so he would eventually return to being on the floor where he belonged. Anyway, he had taken a seat near a girl that he was pretty sure was sorted at the same time as him, but he didn’t remember her name. Oh well, they were the same age and house, and he wondered how long it would be before they were booted out of their seats by older snakes. He was perfectly content to just sit and stare off into space, but she started talking and he turned to her as she offered him a shark. Wait. What?
“Like, a living shark? You have sharks in a paper bag?” he asked her curiously before reaching his hand into the bag and pulling out a gummy shark. “Oh, gummies, okay that makes more sense,” he said, mostly talking to himself on that one. He stuck it’s head in his mouth and wrinkled his nose a little. They were sour, she hadn’t mentioned that either. Just offered him a shark like these weren’t things that one mentioned first. He liked sour of course, but he hadn’t been expecting sour so it was a little shocking. Thus, he just sort of nommed quietly on the shark’s face because that was clearly what one did in this sort of situation.
Her mind often moved too quickly for her to keep up, let alone for anyone else to have any hope of making any sense of it. Most other people would have probably tried to further explain the contents of the bag before offering any, but she hadn't. She had just offered the snack, mystery and all. Luckily, the boy had accepted. However, she did catch the sour, scrunched up face he made at the slightly unexpected flavor, and bit back a tiny giggle at that.
She popped another one into her mouth, chewing slowly as she carefully studied the boy. Finally, she decided to just talk, because talking was something she did when she was in new, nerve-wracking situation. "Do you like being sorted into Slytherin? I was kind of hoping for Gryffindor, to be honest." She commented. She was worried that being sorted into the same house as her sister had been was a stroke of bad luck - she didn't want to be anything like Era.
Post by ASTER NICOLA on Aug 6, 2017 18:28:29 GMT -6
There Aster was, just casually chewing on a sour gummy shark with some random girl that he had kind of met at sorting but not really. She had been sorted into Slytherin like him, so he knew what her name was, but that was about it. They had classes together too obviously, but the two of them hadn’t really spoken before now. Maybe he should have spoken to her? Oh well, no use dwelling on that now he supposed. He would just quietly enjoy his shark and then try to figure out what to talk about after he finished it if she didn’t say anything.
Fortunately she did say something because he was coming up with nothing for conversation. How was it that he had basically just forgotten how to start a conversation after being offered a gummy shark. Had the process thrown him off that much. She asked about being sorted into Slytherin and he shrugged. “I don’t mind it. I never really thought about what house I would want to be in though,” he said idly. He’d had no real expectations when he sat down and had a hat placed on his head. It hadn’t taken long for the hat to decide where to put him, so it was likely that he definitely belonged there. The hat hadn’t even mentioned another option so he supposed this was where he was supposed to be and accepted that. “Some of the older students are a little obnoxious, but I imagine you have that in every house,” he stated simply.