Post by NOEL KENNEDY QUEEN on Jan 7, 2017 19:12:29 GMT -6
Noel liked being around people, but he wasn't sure what to do. People sort of freaked him out. After all, they were hard to read and so many were mean. So what was he supposed to do? There had to be a way he could hang out with people or something. Maybe one day he'd manage to make friends? It just was too difficult to figure the whole thing out. Which meant he just stayed on his own more then he could ever really tolerate.
Maybe he shouldn't have even been a Hufflepuff? It could be better if he just didn't talk to anyone at all. He snagged a seat in the Great Hall and figured that everything would be just fine.
argie had gotten bored with trying to understand her textbooks and decided to go down to the Great Hall and pursue one of her favorite activities: people watching. However, when she got there, there weren't very may people to, well, watch.
Deflated that she couldn't judge and rank people silently in her mind, Marjorie skipped around the room, checking things out from the perspectives of other... not Ravenclaw houses. When she got to the Hufflepuff table, she saw that there was already a boy sitting there. A very cute boy, as a matter of fact. Margie found the spot at the Hufflepuff table across from him and sat down, resting her head in her hands, which were propped up by her elbows resting on the table. "Hey there - whatcha doing?" she asked in a sing-song manner.
Post by NOEL KENNEDY QUEEN on Jan 16, 2017 20:42:00 GMT -6
For the most part, Noel assumed people ignored him. While it made him feel lonely, it also made him feel very safe. No one could hurt him if he was being ignored. It also meant that he could just sort of blend in. Without being a metamorph, it was the closest to being able to fully be anything he wanted. He might have vial veela blood in him, but at least no one looked at him. It was good he wasn't a girl.
But right as he was reveling in being invisible, someone noticed him. How had this happened? Tears actually formed in his yes, although nothing fell. He wasn't going to cry around a total stranger. "Nothing." His voice was hardly above a whisper. He knew he needed to say something back to her, but words failed him. What was he supposed to say?