Kitty: i have meese!
Lynn: you mean the ones on my blanket?
Kitty: nope. the ones i gave birth to, MY CHILDREN! (of the night)
Clearly after reading that you know were definitely not JK Rowling. Have a nice day :)
Katherine didn't think she would be able to sleep that night, given her considerable distance from Lydia and the rather strange circumstances she found herself in (Hera had habits comparable to those of a vampire-she seemed nocturnal because of all her fidgeting and restlessness). Against all odds, Katherine quickly fell asleep.
Lydia sat in the Slytherin common room. The entire room was rather dark and and the walls were made of large dark gray blocks with dark green curtains around the doorways and the fireplace. Silver accents were placed sporadically around the room. Lydia was sitting next to Bridget, there were 6 other second years, 5 first years and seven of each other grade level present. A wisp of hair fell into Lydia's face and she blew it away irritably, "What exactly did you mean earlier by 'you're mine,' Bridget?"
With a slightly sinister laugh Bridget patted the frustrated first year condescendingly on the head, "Just an ancient rite of passage dating back to the days of the founders, sweetie." With a twinkle in her eye, Bridget leaned in conspiratorially, dropping her mocking tone of before, "Why don't you take a second to look around and see what you can figure out?"
This was highly unhelpful in Lydia's eyes but as she opened her mouth to protest, a strange feeling came over her. It was something like- caution? I'm turning into Katherine, Lydia moaned internally, nonetheless scanning the room to find whatever it was Bridget was trying to show her.
People sitting together. Yay. Lydia was certain this had to be some kind of breakthrough... Not. "I don't get it. People are just sitting around doing nothing," Lydia scowled.
"And who are those people?" Bridget prodded patiently, "What in the world could they be doing, hmmmmm?"
Lydia muttered unkind things about Bridget's heritage as she turned back to watching the room. Now that she thought about it, they weren't really doing nothing. She recognized some of the first years and- none of them were sitting together. Each one was with an upperclassman talking quietly and glancing around the room similarly to what Lydia, herself, was doing.
A pressure built like a balloon, exploding as Lydia put together what she was seeing. "Did they all claim first years too? Are we, like your servants or something now?"
"That's what house elves are for."
"House elves?"
"Nevermind." Bridget waved off her concerns, "Let's just say none of us need additional servants. I 'claimed' you as my student, which implies...?"
"You're like... My... Guide?"
Bridget grinned, "You caught on a little faster than I did when I was your age. I knew I picked well." Bridget leaned back casually, "I'm your Mentor. Now we wait for the rest of them to cotton on."
PS: We loveeee youuuuu!
And please remember, all the incoming students are ELEVEN!
btws what would happen without punctuation or capitalization wouldnt that be interesting i think i should try that sometime but someone would kill me someone will probably kill me just for this sentence okay bye from lynn
Also sorry for the horribly, horribly, HORRIBLY late update.