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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Susan rolled her eyes in the manner of someone who was unable to decide whether they were horrifyingly enchanted or enchantedly horrified. "Why is it that I don't get demands for hugs then? You two are obviously hardcore hug dealers and yet where's my sugar?"

Susan gave them her very best serene smile and swore to utterly unnerve them by not returning to her old ways, at least outwardly. To underscore her point, she didn't reply, merely looked. It was a stella look, one that a now retired Auror had taught her as a trainee. It promised the possibility of either great placidity or unspeakable violence, in terrifyingly equal and uncertain measures. "Indeed," she asked at last.

She snorted. "You would have made an excellent Ravenclaw, Seamus. Dean, you basically could be a Hufflepuff now," she said, pausing to eat a brownie. "And yeah I could be a Gryffindor. I think it kind of proves that whatever house we're in, we focus on the traits it supposedly brings out, as opposed to letting us focus on brave Slytherins, and cowardly Gryffindors, and ditzy Ravenclaws, and nasty Hufflepuffs, you know?