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 Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 12:58 pm
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 ˚ • ○ §αмαиτнα Сαsτנε ○ • ˚
First year
Where I am: the Gryffindor table
I feel: a little lonely
Sam sat down in a spot at the Gryffindor table near where a group of other people were sitting. They didn't seem to notice her. She shrugged, and watched as the other first years were sorted. Looking around a little, she noticed a goblet of juice on the table in front of her. Sam picked it up and took a sip. Pumpkin juice, she thought as she tasted it, and smiled. Turning round again, she watched as more first years were called up by the deputy headmistress and sorted into the houses. Each time the sorting hat called out a house name, the respective table would cheer loudly. Sam kept quiet. She didn't want to draw attention to herself, with this many kids around.
For the first time that night, Sam looked up. She had read about the enchanted ceiling in Hogwarts, A History, and her parents had told her about it, but nevertheless it was breathtaking. The night stars shone in the deep blue sky, and the charmed candles that lit the hall were dazzling in quantity. One of the candles floated lower over the table, and Sam reached up to touch the wax base, but no hot wax dripped from the top. As if in a dream, the candle floated back up with its fellows.
Shifting around once more, Sam observed as another half dozen first years were sorted, and wondered when the feast would start. Her stomach grumbled softly. She had had some food on the train, but that was several hours ago. For lack of something better to do, she took out a chocolate frog card that she had gotten on the train. The image of Albus Dumbledore that had appeared on the train was missing, but that could only be expected from a chocolate frog card. Sam had a collection of chocolate frog cards which she had packed in her trunk, which was now probably in the Gryffindor dormitories where all the other Gryffindors' things were. To keep her mind busy, she wondered where Tiny, her big black cat, was. He was probably wandering around the Gryffindor common room. She hoped the caretaker had let him out of his carrier.
Where Sam thinks Tiny is: in the Gryffindor common room
Where Tiny is really: wandering the Great Hall (don't ask how he got there. no one knows)
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 1:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 2:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 3:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 6:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 6:48 pm
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 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxвℓαкε αη∂ αℓεxαη∂яια εтнεℓωιηε
Where are we? Gryffindor Table
Who's with us? Our fellow Gryffindors
Oh Orange Coconut
{ }
To Alex's slight content, the pumpkin juice refilled itself when it got to certain amount, an invisible waiter pouring drink for you. She smiled from that. The pumpkin juice was sweet. Even though she had only taken sips, her stomach felt that if she would take anymore before eating, she might have some serious indigestion.
The crowd of first years waiting to be sorted had narrowed down. While each house was glad for each new arrival, Blake could feel the anxiety everyone was feeling. Surely the feast would start by now. Taking his fork, he twirled it around his plate, as if spinning up some imaginary sphagetti on his plate. His elbow layed rest on the table, the palm of his hand bearing the weight of his head. His fingertips touched his light, smooth skin as if it gave a gentle pat.
When Blake lifted his fork up with his imaginary pasta all twirled up and ready to be devoured, plates and plates of food suddenly appeared on the table. "Woah." A smile appeared on his face. The whole table was filled with repeating platters of drumsticks, steaks, corn, mashed potatoes, and a whole variety of others.
Blake went on ahead and helped himself to some drumsticks, mashed potatoes, salad and corn. Alex helped herself to anything around her, her plate reaching it's brink point. Looking at his sister's plate and then his own, he couldn't help but to chuckle. Thank goodness children had fast metabolisms.
The younger sister shot Blake a look, sticking her tongue out. "I'm hungry all right!" In which, her brother gave a nod, a grin reaching up to his ears. "Besides, you took all the snacks when we left the train so I had nothing to eat since then..." The last phrase was muttered to herself. She knew her brother wasn't paying much attention to her anymore.
You might expect, that from the amount of food she's amassed on her plate that she would begin to pig herself out, using hands and all. However, she grabbed her fork and knife and began to slowly dig into her pile. Even with a big appetite, she still well mannered when eating dinner with others. Not that she doesn't eat like this with her family.
Since Alex came to the table later than Blake, she wasn't there to hear the whole Quidditch talk. Taking a peice of chicken from his fork and carving his way into another slice, Blake turned to Tyler. "Hey Tyler, what sort of broom do you have?" Their parents didn't really spoil them too much since the siblings weren't really keen on getting everything but if the one thing that the two always wanted to be on the update, was broomsticks. Now even though they tore apart Quidditch magazines looking at the latest models didn't mean that they always had the fastest broom out on the market.
The two were equipped with Nimbus 2000s. Not entirely old but nothing compared to the Firebolt series or the new generation of Nimbus's but it did them well. Besides classes, what the two had been most anticipating since their letter at Hogwarts was a new pair of brooms, most likely from Spintwitches, if they ever made it on the Quidditch team or once they reached their third years. Their parental units finally gave in to all the pleas and decided that if they did well enough, each one would be rewarded with a broom of their choice. A clever plan from the parents. This way, Blake and Alex had no choice but to do well in school.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 6:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 6:55 pm
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 Therian had been sitting quietly, keeping to himself. He clapped dully with the others as new students had been added to their house and smiled weakly with a nod whenever he was greeted. He wasn't ready to feel happy and joyful over the simple things yet. He was angry and vengeful over the death of his brother. Not that he was about to take it out on his classmates, but he wasn't ready to laugh and joke again either.
He didn't know if he would ever be that carefree prankster again.
However, fighting at the Slytherin table managed to cheer him somewhat. He couldn't stand the ruddy snake bastards. The only thing better than them beating each other up, would be when he got to beat on one of them. Standing slightly in his seat to see over the heads to get a better view, his half-smirk faded as he saw who was fighting.
He should have known. The only Slytherin that he had ever met that he got on with. Levera was aggressive on her best day and bloodthirsty on her worst. And she was a sneaky, dirty fighter. Therian shifted uncomfortably remembering just how dirty she fought. He almost felt bad for the poor guy that she was beating up. Then the b*****d head butted her. Therian felt his jaw tighten and his fist grip tightly.
He was momentarily distracted as Tammy fainted. His eyebrow quirked as his classmate seemed rather profoundly affected by the Slytherin brawl. However she was attended to by many people, so Therian turned his attention back to Levera. A professor was charging in and- Therian stood quickly in his seat. For God's sake, it isn't like she was using an Unforgivable Curse on him. The slimy b*****d probably needed a good a** kicking. Those were the words that he wanted to say. But he kept his mouth shut and sat back down, an angry frown creasing his face.
He was sure that Levera could handle herself. And now that a Professor was involved, it didn't seem that there was much to be done. Though Therian would have liked to give the jerk a piece of his mind for being so severe with Levera over a simple brawl. There were worse things in the world. And then Levera ran at the professor's back. Therian had to chuckle. The girl had spirit. |
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 8:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 8:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 9:42 pm
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