Post by recycledair on Feb 18, 2007 13:47:00 GMT
First years always confused Amity. Sure- she must have been one once. That she realised perfectly. But she knew she wasn’t like the current ones at all. They were loud and obnoxious, their brains frazzled with childish thoughts. Stupidly irrelevant comments did not fail to spout from their lips. And Amity loathed them. Being a fifth year, she was well past the first year stage and knew just how lucky she was. Why did they persist in the silly games they insisted on playing? For example now in the Slytherin Common Room. Four first years- Amity knew their age from noticing them in the Sorting earlier that year- were running around the room giggling. After a few moments of watching, biting her tongue slightly to hold back any offensive comments she wanted to spout out, Amity got the gist of the game. If you were ‘it’ then you had to tag another player on the arm. They then became ‘stuck’ and couldn’t move. The way to free them was for another player to crawl under their legs, and then they were free to become ‘it’ again. What a lovely game.
“Children, please stop playing this irritatingly stupid tag game. If you have not already noticed, people are trying to study in here. I do understand that yes, you are first years and yes, you do have nothing better to do with your given time than to run around like headless chickens being ‘it’. However you are being ignorant and selfish with your noise level and watching you running around the common room is making me quite dizzy to be frank. I am trying to do my Divination homework and would enjoy continuing this task without idiotic giggling first years running around me. If you persist in this game then clearly you are no better than a moronic first year Hufflepuff, and I will have to treat you like one from thereafter. So, if you please, children, remove yourselves from the area and play your little game elsewhere- or cease playing it completely. Thank you.”
She hadn’t moved from her seat on the large black armchair to say this, but had raised her head to look the children in the eyes. She did not look away and gave a small smirk when they glanced away nervously. How could the Hat put such stupid creatures in the marvellous house of Slytherin? It was disgraceful. However, Amity had a rule not to outright insult her own house unless they disrespected her or anyone else she saw to be important and respectable. And hopefully they had enough sense in those tiny brains not to do so.
Nodding curtly in dismissal, she glanced back down at her work to continue studying. When she felt them move away muttering and heard the sound of the portrait hole being opened and closed four times she once again looked up. Perfect- the room was peaceful again. She could continue with her work without interruption.
“Children, please stop playing this irritatingly stupid tag game. If you have not already noticed, people are trying to study in here. I do understand that yes, you are first years and yes, you do have nothing better to do with your given time than to run around like headless chickens being ‘it’. However you are being ignorant and selfish with your noise level and watching you running around the common room is making me quite dizzy to be frank. I am trying to do my Divination homework and would enjoy continuing this task without idiotic giggling first years running around me. If you persist in this game then clearly you are no better than a moronic first year Hufflepuff, and I will have to treat you like one from thereafter. So, if you please, children, remove yourselves from the area and play your little game elsewhere- or cease playing it completely. Thank you.”
She hadn’t moved from her seat on the large black armchair to say this, but had raised her head to look the children in the eyes. She did not look away and gave a small smirk when they glanced away nervously. How could the Hat put such stupid creatures in the marvellous house of Slytherin? It was disgraceful. However, Amity had a rule not to outright insult her own house unless they disrespected her or anyone else she saw to be important and respectable. And hopefully they had enough sense in those tiny brains not to do so.
Nodding curtly in dismissal, she glanced back down at her work to continue studying. When she felt them move away muttering and heard the sound of the portrait hole being opened and closed four times she once again looked up. Perfect- the room was peaceful again. She could continue with her work without interruption.
