Geoffrey was mildly impressed by the Great Hall decorations but didn't want to show that. Nor how much the Great Hall was making him miss home. While his home didn't have the same set up, it still had the same... homey feeling to it. He didn't know how else to describe it.
He had felt a little bad for the girl who had fallen into the lake on the boat ride over, but she should have been more careful if she hadn't wanted to go swimming with a squid and merpeople.
As he looked around at the houses, he could hear the whispers of his eyes and he had to fight back a blush. They were changing, weren't they? He could almost feel the changes in his eyes.
He just knew that they were changing, but he wasn't sure what color they were at the moment. Were they blue for Ravenclaw? Gold for Hufflepuff? Red for Gryffindor? Maybe they were green for Slytherin?
He hadn't wanted to make such a public statement of his abilities! He wished they were subtle, like being a Seer. Nobody would know if he were a Seer but everyone knew he was a Metamorphmagi now!
... if they were paying attention. Which, really, who wouldn't be watching the first years get sorted? He must hoped everyone would forget about his eyes once the next person got sorted.
He had thought he wanted Slytherin, and nothing else, but now that he was actually at Hogwarts, he wasn't sure. Perhaps that was why his eye colors were changing. He hoped that was why. Him not knowing what he wanted.
Just make this quick! Sort me already! he told -- begged -- the hat upon his head. He wanted this experience to be over with already.
He had felt a little bad for the girl who had fallen into the lake on the boat ride over, but she should have been more careful if she hadn't wanted to go swimming with a squid and merpeople.
As he looked around at the houses, he could hear the whispers of his eyes and he had to fight back a blush. They were changing, weren't they? He could almost feel the changes in his eyes.
He just knew that they were changing, but he wasn't sure what color they were at the moment. Were they blue for Ravenclaw? Gold for Hufflepuff? Red for Gryffindor? Maybe they were green for Slytherin?
He hadn't wanted to make such a public statement of his abilities! He wished they were subtle, like being a Seer. Nobody would know if he were a Seer but everyone knew he was a Metamorphmagi now!
... if they were paying attention. Which, really, who wouldn't be watching the first years get sorted? He must hoped everyone would forget about his eyes once the next person got sorted.
He had thought he wanted Slytherin, and nothing else, but now that he was actually at Hogwarts, he wasn't sure. Perhaps that was why his eye colors were changing. He hoped that was why. Him not knowing what he wanted.
Just make this quick! Sort me already! he told -- begged -- the hat upon his head. He wanted this experience to be over with already.