"Describe yourself in three words."
"Three?! Aye, uh--" Eilish hesitated for an instant, cycling through everything she could present to the hat as evidence of herself. Easily distracted, no, that wasn't very impressive. "Bit of a chatterbox," she started. Nervous but no, that wasn't good either. There was nothing to be nervous about, even if she did want so very, very badly to be in her Mama's house. Hufflepuff was lucky to have her as a matron. "And I love making friends... friendly, I guess? And I love makin' things... Crafty!"
"Would you rather be able to change into an animal, change your appearance, or see the future?"
"Oh, animal, definitely!" The question dumped an extra load of excitement on top of a girl already doing her best not to bounce on the stool. She twisted her hands in her robes to keep herself still. "I've thought about it a hundred times. Used to think it'd be grand to turn into a horse, gallop 'round the meadows, but now I think horses maybe hurt themselves a little too easy. A dog'd be a better idea, you know? Or a bird. I'd certainly love to fly."
"If you could invent a potion, what would it do?"
Eilish bit her lip, and thought. And thought. And thought a little more. She understood cooking well enough, did it every day with her Mama, but she'd never put much mind to potions. "Potions usually taste terrible, don't they? At least, the ones Mama gives us when we're sick do-- I think I'd find a way to make potions less horrible to drink. Make them taste like blackberries, or maybe a nice stew..."
"Imagine you see someone cheat in class. What do you do?"
"I... well," a deep breath, a little frown, "do I know them? Cheating's wrong, I know, and I'm not about t'let a friend ruin themselves like that... if I know 'em I'd probably find some way to tell 'em to stop myself, but I'm not gonna kick up a fuss in the middle of an exam. That won't help anybody."
"Who is your enemy and how will you defeat them?"
So far as Eilish was concerned, she'd never had any enemies. She'd fought with her sister often enough, but that was normal, wasn't it? They always went back to loving each other after. She'd been friends with most of the other children in her neighborhood in Galloway-- no matter how much the youngest Murphy boy upset her when he smacked his lips at lunch. Eilish twisted a little on the stool, tapped one shoe against the opposing ankle.
"Well... I don't think I really have any enemies. Not that'd be a who, anyway... but I suppose I gotta answer with something, right? So... Sadness, I guess. I don't remember my Papa that well, or my Grandmama, but I remember how sad Mama was after. She's better now, but... I don't ever want to see her sad like that again. Or anyone."
"Three?! Aye, uh--" Eilish hesitated for an instant, cycling through everything she could present to the hat as evidence of herself. Easily distracted, no, that wasn't very impressive. "Bit of a chatterbox," she started. Nervous but no, that wasn't good either. There was nothing to be nervous about, even if she did want so very, very badly to be in her Mama's house. Hufflepuff was lucky to have her as a matron. "And I love making friends... friendly, I guess? And I love makin' things... Crafty!"
"Would you rather be able to change into an animal, change your appearance, or see the future?"
"Oh, animal, definitely!" The question dumped an extra load of excitement on top of a girl already doing her best not to bounce on the stool. She twisted her hands in her robes to keep herself still. "I've thought about it a hundred times. Used to think it'd be grand to turn into a horse, gallop 'round the meadows, but now I think horses maybe hurt themselves a little too easy. A dog'd be a better idea, you know? Or a bird. I'd certainly love to fly."
"If you could invent a potion, what would it do?"
Eilish bit her lip, and thought. And thought. And thought a little more. She understood cooking well enough, did it every day with her Mama, but she'd never put much mind to potions. "Potions usually taste terrible, don't they? At least, the ones Mama gives us when we're sick do-- I think I'd find a way to make potions less horrible to drink. Make them taste like blackberries, or maybe a nice stew..."
"Imagine you see someone cheat in class. What do you do?"
"I... well," a deep breath, a little frown, "do I know them? Cheating's wrong, I know, and I'm not about t'let a friend ruin themselves like that... if I know 'em I'd probably find some way to tell 'em to stop myself, but I'm not gonna kick up a fuss in the middle of an exam. That won't help anybody."
"Who is your enemy and how will you defeat them?"
So far as Eilish was concerned, she'd never had any enemies. She'd fought with her sister often enough, but that was normal, wasn't it? They always went back to loving each other after. She'd been friends with most of the other children in her neighborhood in Galloway-- no matter how much the youngest Murphy boy upset her when he smacked his lips at lunch. Eilish twisted a little on the stool, tapped one shoe against the opposing ankle.
"Well... I don't think I really have any enemies. Not that'd be a who, anyway... but I suppose I gotta answer with something, right? So... Sadness, I guess. I don't remember my Papa that well, or my Grandmama, but I remember how sad Mama was after. She's better now, but... I don't ever want to see her sad like that again. Or anyone."