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“Yes, that’s better.” Mordred thought as he made his way to the Gryffindor table. The noise of the Slytherin first years, the bellowing voices of their prefects and the house elf was just too much for him. Let alone a pounding headache that he has right now. He was determined to reach the other side of the hall to look for Ari or Rose or Zara, but suddenly stopped as his vision started spinning.
“What in Merlin’s beard…?” he thought to himself as he cradled his head. “No, I am not going to fall—not going to collapse…” The headache and the empty stomach weren’t helping him at all. He succumbed to it and decided to sit at the very end of the Ravenclaw table.
He closed his eyes and tried to refocus. “Ugh.” He held his head in his hands and propped both of his elbows on the table. It definitely was going to be a loooong night.
Realizing he was at the blue table, he's hoping that a certain Ravenclaw will NOT see him. She will definitely taunt him this time.
Quite disappointed by the fact that she hadn’t been able to find her best friend, the fourth year made her way back towards her house table, quickly looking around to see who else was there. Glimpsing one more time towards the Gryffindor house table, the girl tried to spot her friend.
Hmm. Just where could Ariadne be? Perhaps they would get to catch up sometime later that day?
Mhm… hopefully.
As soon as she got close enough to the Ravenclaw house table, Gwendolyn noticed a whole lot of people there.And she knew some of them.
‘Hello’, she gave a small smirk, greeting kind of everybody. Hang on- there were students she knew… Like- there was Louisa. Because she hadn’t talked to her in while, Gwen was sort of surprised she was able to recognize the other Ravenclaw. Oh. And she was a prefect!
‘Congratulations!’ Truth be told, she wasn’t sure who the other prefects were, nor if she knew any of the ones who recently got their shiny badges.
As she took a seat at the house table, the fourth year absently looked at the people there and noticed someone… erm…. Sick? Tired? Annoyed? At first, she thought of just avoiding meddling.
‘Are you all right?’, she heard herself asking.
Nice going, Gwen
‘congratulated’ herself.
One of those stupid questions. Totally pointless. Psh.