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KellyBear · 09-29-2009, 06:09 PM

The Feast was only a shadow of it’s former glory. In fact, there was no real Feast at all, since the meal before them did not differ from any other meal in any way. Neville could feel the students morale drop even lower, though he did not know how that were possible.

Apparently, the professors had expected something more as well, judging from their ever more sour expressions and the scathing glances they gave Snape. Neville sighed again and began to eat.

The Hall was silent save for the scraping and clinking of cutlery and dishes and the hushed shuffling of feet and robes. No one spoke. Impotent frustration and seething anger formed an almost palpable miasma that hung over the students heads like a cloud of smoke. Neville tried to eat if only to keep up his strength but the churning in his stomach made it nearly impossible. He kept his head down and his eyes on his plate but inside he felt like screaming and the urge was growing more powerful by the second.

Suddenly, a high pitched whistle broke the silence. At first, it appeared to be coming from a long way off. Some of the students stirred, looking around. Most were so lost in their inner turmoil that they did not appear to notice.

Then the night sky exploded.

An:

For Harita, who is reading...

09-29-2009, 06:09 PM	#105 (permalink)
KellyBear Comet aka Fred K/O Fred's Last Laugh Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: ♥Lovin' Ottery Posts: 2,252 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nynevah de Wynter	Shadow Feast Ottery's Editor-In-Chief Resident Heartbreaker The Feast was only a shadow of it’s former glory. In fact, there was no real Feast at all, since the meal before them did not differ from any other meal in any way. Neville could feel the students morale drop even lower, though he did not know how that were possible. Apparently, the professors had expected something more as well, judging from their ever more sour expressions and the scathing glances they gave Snape. Neville sighed again and began to eat. The Hall was silent save for the scraping and clinking of cutlery and dishes and the hushed shuffling of feet and robes. No one spoke. Impotent frustration and seething anger formed an almost palpable miasma that hung over the students heads like a cloud of smoke. Neville tried to eat if only to keep up his strength but the churning in his stomach made it nearly impossible. He kept his head down and his eyes on his plate but inside he felt like screaming and the urge was growing more powerful by the second. Suddenly, a high pitched whistle broke the silence. At first, it appeared to be coming from a long way off. Some of the students stirred, looking around. Most were so lost in their inner turmoil that they did not appear to notice. Then the night sky exploded. An: For Harita, who is reading... __________________ Your flavour is strawberry. You're a sweet person and a Gryffindor at heart. You see risks and know they are just another part of life. You are loyal and hold your loved ones close, their happiness is your prize. ♥