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SilverTiger · 01-02-2012, 08:20 AM

The train ride had seemed shorter than normal, or maybe it was just because Stella knew that there was going to be at least a short period of time at the feast where Matt would be at his table and she'd have to be at hers. Once things got moving, though, there was always the possibility he'd come over and join her, like he had at the end of last term. Or she could always venture over to the Slytherin table, but for now she'd left him in the entrance hall and headed inside on her own. She could survive a little while by herself, especially since there was going to be a lot more of that this time next year. She needed to talk to other people anyhow.

Walking over to the Ravenclaw table, she noticed that Marie wasn't there. Like she'd mentioned the year before, but then Stella hadn't been sure the other girl had been truly serious. It wasn't hard to convince people to let her stay at Hogwarts, or so she thought. Apparently that wasn't always true. Either way, she was determined to not just sit there and wait for Headmaster Tate to give his speech and start the actual feast. She could be independent after all, and she smiled at several of her fellow Claws as she made her way to an open seat. It seemed like there had already been some drama, but at least it looked like she'd been right in saying that the house elf situation had probably been straightened out. The silverware wasn't half as tarnished this year, and she eyed it for a moment as she sat down. Not getting buried by tapestries would be good, and so would having clean silverware. But for now it wasn't necessary, as the food hadn't arrived yet, so she took Oberon out of her pocket again after getting herself a glass of water, then let the tiny metal tiger curl up on her plate. At least she had someone to occupy her. There hadn't been any rules against charmed statuettes, after all, like the unspoken rule keeping her from bringing Lyra to the feast.

01-02-2012, 08:20 AM	#114 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,285 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Barrington Ravenclaw Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nico Diggory-Keighley Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Noa LeCourt Gryffindor Fifth Year x5 x3	For Ana. And whomever else would like to join in ;) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict The train ride had seemed shorter than normal, or maybe it was just because Stella knew that there was going to be at least a short period of time at the feast where Matt would be at his table and she'd have to be at hers. Once things got moving, though, there was always the possibility he'd come over and join her, like he had at the end of last term. Or she could always venture over to the Slytherin table, but for now she'd left him in the entrance hall and headed inside on her own. She could survive a little while by herself, especially since there was going to be a lot more of that this time next year. She needed to talk to other people anyhow. Walking over to the Ravenclaw table, she noticed that Marie wasn't there. Like she'd mentioned the year before, but then Stella hadn't been sure the other girl had been truly serious. It wasn't hard to convince people to let her stay at Hogwarts, or so she thought. Apparently that wasn't always true. Either way, she was determined to not just sit there and wait for Headmaster Tate to give his speech and start the actual feast. She could be independent after all, and she smiled at several of her fellow Claws as she made her way to an open seat. It seemed like there had already been some drama, but at least it looked like she'd been right in saying that the house elf situation had probably been straightened out. The silverware wasn't half as tarnished this year, and she eyed it for a moment as she sat down. Not getting buried by tapestries would be good, and so would having clean silverware. But for now it wasn't necessary, as the food hadn't arrived yet, so she took Oberon out of her pocket again after getting herself a glass of water, then let the tiny metal tiger curl up on her plate. At least she had someone to occupy her. There hadn't been any rules against charmed statuettes, after all, like the unspoken rule keeping her from bringing Lyra to the feast. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥