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florence cresswell Hogwarts, The great hall, 5:12 pm
— The ravenclaw table had never held much appeal to florence, for she had no friends in her house. in fact, the only person she remotely spoke to in the blue and silver house of geniuses was a nice girl named gabriella, who had been florences dorm mate since first year.
though, gabriella was almost too nice for florence's liking. sometimes, she wished the quiet girl would just snap, perhaps punch someone, or yell a string of curse words, though she never did.
thankfully, julia never minded accompanying florence at her house table during dumbledore's welcome back speech and the sorting ceremony for the first years. the two always sat together, taking guesses on which house the scrawny eleven year olds would be sorted into.
as the two girls slid into their seats, a few of florence's house mates sent glances towards the two, specifically at julia and her green striped tie.
"what are you looking at?" florence snapped, glaring at them. hurriedly, with a clear of someone's throat, the students looked away.
as the last of the students clambered into their seats at their designated tables, dumbledore gathered their attention, beginning the most boring event of the year.
"attention, witches and wizards," he began, spreading his arms as he spoke. "i would like to welcome you all back for another school year, or in the case of the first years, to welcome you to hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. to begin today, we will have the sorting ceremony, followed by the start of year feast. before we began, do any students have any questions?"
"oi!" florence called, standing up. "when are the quidditch tryouts starting?"
the young girl had always loved quidditch from a young age. she had been to almost every game since her first year, dreamt of playing on the team. this year, florence was determined to be ravenclaw's seeker.
"excellent question, miss cresswell." dumbledore said, nodding. yeah, yeah, get on with it old man, she thought, sitting back down. "quidditch tryouts will take place in two weeks time."
a boy stood up at the gryffindor table, cupping his mouth with his hands. florence rolled her eyes as she recognized sirius, as he yelled, "aye, dumbledore, i've got a question! what conditioner do you use, sir? i've ought to get myself a couple bottles of it!"
florence snickered, a few students laughing at the silly question. dumbledore looked rather unimpressed, unamusedly looking at the boy. "ten points from gryffindor." he said, the red and gold table erupting with groans and complaints. "now, let the ceremony begin!"
