Sienna Nessa “Ness” Hanvey
Hogwarts Great Hall
She hadn’t said much for the rest of the journey on the train - nor, really, any of the journey with the carriages. Something had preoccupied the Irish witch on the great matter of Appletree and Seamus, neither of which had seemed particularly bright in the whole of that interaction and both of which spelled immense, absolutely stupid trouble for the upcoming year. For that matter, both spelled trouble for the general society at large, considering they were due to graduate after that year. The fact that neither could quite restrain themselves wasn’t great, and the fact that Seamus was an absolute bastard was even worse on top of it all. No, she wasn’t in the best of moods.
The carriage ride was spent thinking on ways to avoid both. Not many concepts came up. They’d require dealing with, both of them, and fast too if Ness was to keep any sort of sanity throughout the rest of the school year and the rest of the students. A duel wouldn’t do to fix Seamus, not at all, considering how many times he’d gotten up from them. No, she’d need to look about to see if his past had any dregs left, get something there that could serve best. Appletree was a better prospect for anything. He just didn’t have the best of control in things. As she thought, both hands served to pet Oisin, try to placate the feline in the realm where he was most eager to rectify the problem in the way he knew best. After all, Seamus couldn’t very well give trouble if he didn’t have a face. It wasn’t a method Ness thought would be good, not at all. She sighed internally at the whole of it.
And that the damnable thing happened
in front of the new girl. In front of the
Second Years, who were practically First Years with more confidence. That was stupid, stupid stupid, and annoyed Ness near as much as the problem itself. They needed some sort of role model, she knew, just as she’d needed role models when she was in their shoes. First years of the school were always the hardest, no matter how prepared one thought they were, and now they thought that the eldest were just absolute
fools who hadn’t a lick of restraint. If they thought Seventh Years could keep themselves together, why should they even try? Stars, it burned at her, that idea. She burnt away in her seat, trying to think on ways to fix it other than throwing the pair out and away with the simple explanation ‘those two are fools, don’t treat with them’. Not many ways came to mind. They got to the castle, though, and the luggage soon went off and away. Oisin went too, padding away to the Hufflepuff Basement that he knew all too well.
Then the Great Hall, all the other students and the teachers and the staff all in
one place. She’d disliked the Great Hall when first getting to Hogwarts. Some part of her still disliked it. The roof was so high that some part of the brain was tricked into thinking it was cold, the students so absolutely loud and rambunctious and foolish that they roared and talked and bled noise into the air, the teachers watching from that far desk. She took a seat furthest from the teachers, all the new kids moving forward in that big mob, and there was still the
noise. One hand searched through her pockets, producing a pair of cork earplugs before she put them in. Better, better.
"Welcome everyone to a new year in Hogwarts, I hope you have enjoyed you vacations and that you are ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. Let us start with Sorting Ceremony for the new students. When I call your name please sit on the stool an the Sorting Hat shall determine which of the Four Houses fits you the best. As for the rest of the students, I am sure you will give a warm welcome to the new witches and wizards."
She watched as the First Years went up, got assigned each house, and each one cheered away. It felt somewhat empty. It felt somewhat…well, Ness didn’t quite know. But she watched and clapped and gave the little motions all the same, gave all the same little smiles from that distance. The Irish girl saw that Catalina was put into Ravenclaw, through the cork, and smiled a bit at that. Better than Slytherin, at least. Better than Gryffindor too.
All was said and done, and there was the food. Ness produced a little book from her robe, though, read it under the lip of the table in that great distance. She didn’t much feel like eating, not really, though one hand snaked up to the table for a roll or three for her pockets. Always good for later.