“ i most definitely was, “ nellie said, a mimic of the other’s sharpness— AND A BOLD LIE. nellie was an awful lot of things: a talented wix, a loyal friend, a great magizoologist. none of those were, however, dependent with an awareness of her surroundings, because the truth was that nellie was often tripping over things, and even more often, into people. she must’ve hit astoria with some force too ( nellie was too excited this evening, filled with unbridled excitement, which truly was always brimming under her top, but when given a chance to use it, she was a storm ), but she made no move to help the other up. it’s not very hufflepuff of her, really, but nellie has never claimed to be a star of her house. she was quick to soften, up, however, shaking her head, green hair moving with the action. “ how could it be a rough night ? “ she asked, not unkindly, simply curious. nellie was having a grand time, if she was honest. “ do you need someone to sit with ? YOU COULD COME WITH ME. “
“ quidditch isn’t really my thing. ” she confessed with a shrug, knowing that it probably sounded like a strange thing for her to say while attending one of the biggest quidditch matches of the season. “ my sister and our friends convinced me to come along. it’s been kind of a let down so far, though. and there are way too many people here. ” she was rambling, and she was aware of it, but she couldn’t help herself — it was a nervous habit, one that she couldn’t seem to shake, no matter how hard she tried. “ that would be great, though. might do me some good to spend some time around new people. who knows? maybe you’ll even be able to change my mind about how boring i think quidditch is. ”
