First-year Gryffindor A Lion's Welcome Closed

Anastasia rolled her eyes at the fallen student. Honestly, did no one listen? Even though she knew that was quite harsh, it was exactly what her parents would have said, and she couldn't help smirking a bit when the second prefect said almost word for word what she'd been thinking. He seemed a bit harsher than the first one, Parcel, but maybe that was a good thing. Harsh wasn't the exact word she meant, maybe stern. Whatever it was, it was far closer to the reaction she was used to receiving from authority figures when something went wrong. Back home, if she tripped and scraped her knee or asked for help on schoolwork, she'd end up with a snide comment from one of her parents and having to figure it out herself. 

She tapped her foot as she waited for things to be sorted out and the group to move on. Honestly, so far, she hadn't learned much about her new house, other than apparently no one else in it actually listened to warnings. She made her way towards the front of the group, closer to the two prefects. It was for two reasons - one was for hearing purposes, and two was she was far more likely to be friends with the type of person who stood near the front of the group than to be friends with someone who got their feet stuck in trick steps.