Sorry...*sigh* I read this part wrong. I thought it said he walked up to the Gryffindor table. It's what I get for reading too fast.

Harry scowled at the boy and muttered, under his breath of course, "Leave it to a Slytherin to play dumb. They are so very good at it." He turned back around to his food and resolved not to acknowledge the next person he could feel staring into the back of his head.

Ron was now rather indignant. Since his mouth was full of food, he was practically spitting bits of bacon in Marissa's direction. "Murder?! Whatever that was, that's completely off! Malfoy has dissapeared, but you know it would take a lot of evidence to say he was dead (unfortuately). I haven't seen a body around, so the only murder around here is my brain cells by your rot!" Ron ignored Harry other than a brief greeting when he arrived, too fixtated with this girl even to remember that he was a prefect.


Gideon glanced at the Gryffindor table to see a tall prefect almost practically yelling his brains out at a girl, who looked sinde. Next to him sat...hey, famous Harry Potter! Despite what he'd heard from his family members and relatives, Gideon was decidedly neutral towards the boy who lived. So he's famous. So he's the only one to survive a Death Curse. Fine, but can he take a joke?

However, all thoughts on pranking Potter were doused when the mail arrived. A great horned owl swooped down to the Ravenclaw table and dropped a scarlet letter in Gideon's empty plate, then took off to avoid the blast that was sure to happen. Gideon's eyes widened, then he shouted after the owl. "Warrington! How could you do this t'me?!" He wailed dramatically, before regarding the now smoking letter. A look of mischevious determination crossed his face, and he glanced at his curious Ravenclaw mates at the table. "Clear! Ev'ryone clear! This is not a drill!"

Knowing all too well Gideon's crazy tendencies, all Ravenclaws within five seats of the Howler immediately vacated, and Gideon himself pulled out a single Fillibuster wet-start firework from his pocket, lighted it by dunking it in his morning pumpkin juice, and ducked under the table, fingers in his ears.

"Three--two--one--"

There was a deafening bang as both the Howler and the firework simultaniously detonated, effectively demolishing Gideon's plate and scorching the table. A loud banshee voice wailed from the Howler, yet it sounded sinisterly familiar...

"GIDEON, YOU NAUGHTY LITTLE BOY...YOUR MOTHER ISN'T PLEASED AT ALL...GET IN LINE OR ELSE IT'LL BE ANOTHER LITTLE VISIT SO THAT THE LESSON WILL SINK IN..."

Gideon seemed to quail under this new magnified voice. "Oy, Merlin...I thought it was jus' my mom..." He lept up from under the table, banged his head, cursed, then pounded the shrivelling ashes of the Howler with a nearby salt-shacker. Only when the voice died out did he turn to the staring students and staff in the Hall and shrug sheepishly. "Heh...you know how they are. Aunts."

Hermione looked across the table at Marissa in wonder as she sat down. What exactly was up with that girl. "Are you trying to say that we are inperceptive?" Hermione challenged the girl. "Of course we 'listen to you'. Are you trying to write us off as ignornat?" She studided the girl subtly, not enough to seem that she was staring. She knew a lot, she had to. The way she talked, held herself. Or, she could be messing with them. Even so. She gave no information. They wouldn't give any.

What that bang was, Hermione wondered. She shook her head. Dumbledore didn't find it important. Which wasn't much consolation as he was completely writing off the whole Draco thing.

ooc: Do I get to RP McGonagall? Joy, joy...

Gideon grinned sheepishly at Professor McGonagall as she stormed down the length of the table towards him. The other Ravenclaws, having enough sense, edged away from the immediate vicinity to settle down elsewhere along the Ravenclaw table. Except for a few accusatory glances, they said nothing, since Gideon had done them all a great favour last year in paying for all the Skivving Snackboxes they required to get out of Umbridge's classes. He was also responsible for several Dungbomb attacks in the hallways and was trying, perhaps too hard, to fit into the vaccancy left by Fred and George Weasley.

"Honesty, Proffesor, it was jus' the Howler...I didn' open it in time--"

"Indeed!" Thundered McGonagall. "Perhaps you should explain yourself as to how it managed to cause such a noise? Someone could have been seriously hurt!"

"Well, 'cept for the plate, nobody was--"

Neverless, Gideon managed to land himself in detention once again, and as a bonus twenty points from Ravenclaw was deducted. This got his housemates muttering behind his back. "Don' worry, I'll be an angel in Charms," Gideon said, grinning, wondering what kind of detention he'd have this time as he was hauled off to Professor McGonagall's office.

Ron watched the proceedings at the Ravenclaw table in surprise, completely forgetting his anger at the girl. "What do you think that balmy kid was up to?" He asked nobody in particular.

"Hogwarts is expected to have strange happenings," Hermione said darkly. "That's why no one notices anything. They all expect these things to happen. How many things have we encountered each year that you've never counted on happening, and yet they still do? Second year and the Basilisk? Third year.... fourth year, Voldemort came back and Cedric died. And that happened because of a Portkey placed on school grounds and an imposter Professor. So, of course nobody else is going to supsect anything."

Her eyes flashed darkly and she looked around a bit. It was true though. They always expected the unexpected to happen. Nobody was overly surprised by things anymore. And, what was a little Boom? It wasn't something suspiscious, unless you were searching for the suspiscious.

"We've all seen enough, really," Ron remarked. "Too much. I think everyone's just gotten desensitized to all of it. Unless You-Know-Who suddenly appeared right here right now, or a couple of trolls were tearing apart the castle, I doubt they'd notice." He finally turned to Harry. "Harry? Yo, mate." He waved his hand in front of Harry's face. He seemed more quiet than usual.

ooc- just for the record... you can both die and be expulsed from Hogwarts in the RPG


(The chatting has resumed quite easily after the disruption from the Ravenclaw kid. Theodore did this 'ha!' noise at seeing him retreat with 20 points taken off them but surely thinking that kid should be put away with key were he could hurt no one. Honest, what was he thinking? Theo shrugged trying to resume to his thoughts. The conversation around him had gone quite uninteresting, he thought as he played with his food some. Still, for some reason, he couldn't stop listening this particular group only meters away, the food growing colder...)

Having heard the last of the group of Gryffindors' conversation, Theodore Nott turned, not caring any more about remaining like a good, well-put Hufflepuff and intruding into the chatting, "But you did notice, didn't you?"

Attracting the eyes of various people in the vecinity, Theodore eyed the group and added with some hesistation, "You said no one noticed," he smirked in mockering, this time looking at Harry and while bitting on a piece of bread in his hand, "like with you, no one even would be too worried about a Dark Lord scar-link hurting, do them Potter?"

He smiled widder as Potter turned to him as well, "Oh are you wondering how I know about the link, are you? Well, that you get when you are son of a Dead Eater, isn't it? A little more knowledge than the average."

[Marissa just sat there. What was with these kids? too many hormones she thought to herself. "Uh huh, well that was interesting, was it not?" Harry was always a tad... disturbed by the whole voldemort will kill me thing and his scar, but Marissa believe that he was only making it worse by thinking that... he needed to just get some time away from everything and maybe away from all this weird junk... but she could leave that to Hermione and Ron.

She turned to Theodore, "May I speak with you?... alone?" she asked, there was no way she was going to speak in front of the other two, they could care less, anyways.

Nott had this sudden urge to laugh, the attempts from the girl in front of him having him quite humored. Indeed, he couldn't help a small snort.

Nott's expression changed oh so suddenly. He was looking quite more serious, and why not, pale.

Yeah, loyal to a Slytherin, Nott had the sudden urge to laugh again. He looked at the girl but still didn't speak. This was not what he was looking for. But why not? It could help.

Typical Gryffindor conversation. Nott didn't know if to feel offended. A rather little, he should, but he had better things to consider than just defending himself from tactless accussations. Noticing she was over, he performed his answer.

"Why don't you cut straight to the point and ask me what you want from me, what information you are interested in," he retorted in one rythmical reply. "If you want to know about Draco but it's something I cannot tell then making friends with me wouldn't change a thing. On the other hand I am not interested in keeping other people's secrets."

He looked at the girls eyes, noticing to her he must not be making too much sense. With a quite more relaxed and acceptant voice, he expressed, "Look. I... don't need enemies, and I don't discuss my personal life with strangers. Do you want me to say I completely despise Dead Eaters and their way of thinking? Or that I would walk away from my group of friends, from my future and family, because I don't agree with their philosophy? I'm sorry to say that's not happening. On the other hand if your care is true and while we don't get in each other's way, I don't see why we couldn't have an alliance of some sort. Don't make me kiss muggleborns and I won't try to convince you that muggles are scum."

He paused. "So either ask me or I'll be gone." He turned around, the dungeons being only stairs away.

"But, just for the record," he said, not turning to her, not allowing her to see his face, "... I do not wish to be a dead eater."

When he turned back again he had this hard cold expression, waiting for Marissa's answer.


ooc- it has come to my attention my character express too much on his thoughts (my posts =P) so secretive!Nott is coming. I know, I know, I'm rambling...