There was nothing unusual about Kermit being reduced to a shuddering ball of nerves. He favored his sister's shadow in the face of the new and unfamiliar, but Scallion wasn't here for him to hide behind. He was very much on his own. In Hogwarts, where he'd always dreamed of being, only just realizing that dreaming and doing felt very different.
One year. If he didn't do well-- exceedingly well, actually, perfect across the board-- that would be all Kermit got. He felt his throat swelling tight at the very thought. His hands were bruised from all the twisting he'd been doing on the boat-ride over.
Dimly, Kermit recognized the sound of his own name. He wobbled up to the pedestal, all but toppled into the seat. Squeezed his eyes shut as the hat was settled onto his head, and tried, tried so hard to think about all the reasons he'd wanted to be here. In the week leading up there had only been excitement. He'd opened up every single book he and Scallion bought together, read through the introductions, read a good deal more than that of The Standard Book of Spells. If he could only keep it together he would get to see so much more. All the magical beasts he used to pester Scal for stories about, all the secrets of the castle...
He just had to excel. That was all.
No pressure.
One year. If he didn't do well-- exceedingly well, actually, perfect across the board-- that would be all Kermit got. He felt his throat swelling tight at the very thought. His hands were bruised from all the twisting he'd been doing on the boat-ride over.
Dimly, Kermit recognized the sound of his own name. He wobbled up to the pedestal, all but toppled into the seat. Squeezed his eyes shut as the hat was settled onto his head, and tried, tried so hard to think about all the reasons he'd wanted to be here. In the week leading up there had only been excitement. He'd opened up every single book he and Scallion bought together, read through the introductions, read a good deal more than that of The Standard Book of Spells. If he could only keep it together he would get to see so much more. All the magical beasts he used to pester Scal for stories about, all the secrets of the castle...
He just had to excel. That was all.
No pressure.
They have a whole week of unlimited resources and freedom.
All the money in the world...? I could go anywhere. See everything. I would take Scal and we would travel all over. Or maybe just a couple places, since it's only for a week. I think I would go to Italy-- oh, Rome! And eat everything, and see all the ruins, or-- Or maybe I would go to America! I heard there are places in America that no one's ever explored. Maybe together, Scal and I could be the first.
What do they think their animagus form would be?
Kermit would be a greyhound-- highly sensitive, watchful, prone to nervousness and eager to please. Once they set to a task they are gone, running and running and no one can stop them, they'll run themselves into the ground to catch the goal.
A classmate answers a professor's question correctly but the professor mistakenly thinks your character was the one that spoke and awards you their house points.
Kermit's eyes become absolutely immense and all the color drains out of his face. He sinks in his chair and it takes two tries to say, in a cracking voice, "N-no, sir, it wasn't me--". He points frantically at the kid who says it and tries not to meet the eyes of his own Housemates. He wouldn't be able to live with knowing the house points were there and unearned.
Someone they want to be friends with suggests doing something they're uncomfortable with.
Kermit's anxieties and his desperate need to be liked, to be admired, to be needed, would absolutely go to war. He would go along with the suggestion, so long as no one (or only himself) were being put at risk. He would, however, inevitably panic and break if whatever it was lasted more than a couple of days. He is not built for any sort of long-term strain and he would probably end up running to the professors with whatever scheme he'd been coerced into.
All the money in the world...? I could go anywhere. See everything. I would take Scal and we would travel all over. Or maybe just a couple places, since it's only for a week. I think I would go to Italy-- oh, Rome! And eat everything, and see all the ruins, or-- Or maybe I would go to America! I heard there are places in America that no one's ever explored. Maybe together, Scal and I could be the first.
What do they think their animagus form would be?
Kermit would be a greyhound-- highly sensitive, watchful, prone to nervousness and eager to please. Once they set to a task they are gone, running and running and no one can stop them, they'll run themselves into the ground to catch the goal.
A classmate answers a professor's question correctly but the professor mistakenly thinks your character was the one that spoke and awards you their house points.
Kermit's eyes become absolutely immense and all the color drains out of his face. He sinks in his chair and it takes two tries to say, in a cracking voice, "N-no, sir, it wasn't me--". He points frantically at the kid who says it and tries not to meet the eyes of his own Housemates. He wouldn't be able to live with knowing the house points were there and unearned.
Someone they want to be friends with suggests doing something they're uncomfortable with.
Kermit's anxieties and his desperate need to be liked, to be admired, to be needed, would absolutely go to war. He would go along with the suggestion, so long as no one (or only himself) were being put at risk. He would, however, inevitably panic and break if whatever it was lasted more than a couple of days. He is not built for any sort of long-term strain and he would probably end up running to the professors with whatever scheme he'd been coerced into.