Hagrid had not expected this reaction to... whatever was going on. Carefully he got down on his knees and peered under the table. "It's all righ'," he crooned. "I'm not goin' ter hurt yeh."
"I promise," Hagrid said earnestly. "I've never seen anythin' like yeh before." He remembered shreds of a sense of tact, at least enough not to ask outright what kind of creature she was.
"Aye, that he is," Hagrid responded, eyeing Wishbone askance. He wondered what spell had been used to make him talk and if said spell could be used should he acquire another dog.
Hagrid nodded sagely. "Dumbledore can do most anythin' I expect," he answered. But even talk of his idol could not keep him from his true passion, magical creatures. "What did yer think o' bein' human?" he wanted to know.
"An' who are you?" Hagrid asked, equally as coldly. Even though the mun knows perfectly well Hagrid couldn't have his old job back, this was going to be a point of contension.
"Err... I was a Gryffindor before," Hagrid answered. He was kind of lost on this whole needing to be resorted because of the sorting hat's strange new whims thing. Give him time. He will eventually catch up.
Mio (still stuck in the Sorting Room) jumped at the loud voice, then jumped again at the height of the newcomer. The last time she had encountered someone that tall caused twenty minutes of fucking grief for the mun, she had barely escaped.
"It won't open," Mio said, keeping her distance. "Not until you're sorted. At least, that was what a little creature said." Or house elf, same diff.
"Bu' I've already been sorted. Years ago," Hagrid said, making sure to keep his voice at a dull roar. "I was a Gryffindor, back in th' day. I don' understand why I'm goin' through this again. I'm not a student."
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She ran to hide under the table, but tripped over her feet.
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As he turned to leave, he quickly whirled around. "Oh, hell, I almost forgot, which house do you want to be in?"
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"It won't open," Mio said, keeping her distance. "Not until you're sorted. At least, that was what a little creature said." Or house elf, same diff.
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