Ravenclaw House Table
 

Large quantities of food are spread before you. Whether breakfast, lunch, or dinner, the Hogwarts' house elves are the best in the world. The food is superb and the company is as well.


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Virgi was scared when she saw Damon sitting at the table she wanted to say hi but couldn't. She just took a seat far from him.

Jack entered the Great Hall and went directly to the Ravenclaw table. He was starving and the food here was fantastic. Loading up his plate with all of his favorites, he then poured a huge glass of orange juice. He knew most everybody else drank pumpkin juice, but he'd never acquired a taste for it. OJ, milk, coffee or tea were his favorites, unless of course he could get his hands on Pepsi or Mountain Dew.

He was almost done with his meal when a couple a barn owls came flying his way. In an instant, he could tell what it was....

His Mum had sent him one of his guitars!

With both hands out, he caught it and held it close. The acoustic, by the feel of it. Jack gave each of the owls a pat on the head and ignoring the rest of his meal, he headed off toward the common room to unwrap his delivery.

Open Rp. :)
 

Tib could use some friendly encouragement. ;-)
 

Skye made her way down to the Ravenclaw table, thirsty for food. She noticed a familiar-looking first-year from her classes. "Hi," she said, sitting down beside him. "You're Tibi or something like that, aren't you?" she asked, remembering her classmates calling him something like that. "You do great in the classes, right?" she added, smiling brightly at the boy, while filling her plate with food.

Tibi looked up at the smiling stranger and gave a half-hearted half-smile. "Yeah.. Tiberius.. but most people call me Tibi." He looked back at his plate, and swirled his fork around the dish. He hadn't really eaten any of it. He realized he didn't know the girl's name.. but she'd known his. Was he supposed to know her? Would it be weird to ask?

"I do ok," he said noncommittally, when she asked about classes. Most people thought he was doing well... but he disagreed. His spells might work in DADA, but he was terrified of using them.

Back to the fork. Stir. Stir. Stir.

Skye was relieved at seeing Tibi smile, even if it wasn't at bright as she would've liked. But she had to give him some credit, she reasoned, the guy looked defeated. Looking at his awkwardness, she added,"I'm Skye,"feeling it necessary to introduce herself.

Upon hearing Tibi state he simply did "okay", Skye raised an eyebrow. "You're being modest," she stated. "You answer, like, every question," she pointed out, remembering herself struggling to remember the information, despite scanning through the textbooks a few times before class.

Skye finished her food and got up. "Well, I'm really sorry, but I've got to go," she explained. "It was nice meeting you though," she added politely, smiling at Tibi. "Oh, and you might want to eat instead of stir," she added, noticing his fork repeating the same movement it was doing quite a while ago. "I'll see you around, I guess," she said, before turning to leave the Great Hall.

Stir. Stir. Stir. Skye... maybe he had known that? "Nice to meet you, Skye," he said, still looking at his food. Stir. Stir. Stir. Everything was starting to mush together.

He shrugged when she told him that he answered all the questions and was being modest. He didn't feel modest. He felt not good. But, now she was leaving. Stir. Stir. Stir.

He shrugged again when she talked about his food. Tibi's eyes stayed on his plate. He was totally in the doldrums. "See you around, I guess." Tibi continued to sit as Skye got up and left.

Stir. Stir. Stir.

*sigh*

Rayedem walked into the Great Hall and to the Ravenclaw table, starving. He didn't care where he sat at, he only wanted to eat. Then he dropped himself on the chair and began pulling plates towards him. This is great, he thought, looking for perhaps dim sum. Everywhere he looked, he couldn't find Chinese food. This is England, maybe they only serve English food. He sighed, and gave up looking for them. Then, as he was reaching a plate of hash brown potatoes on his left, he noticed who he was sitting next to;

Tiberius Pryce.

Ah, the smart kid, he thought bitterly. He decided to just flash him a friendly smile and gesturing if it was ok to take the plate, but didn't wait for his confirmation. Then he remembered that he made Evan ditch him on DADA class. Of course I'm gonna talk to him, he thought to himself, later. He looked like he wanted to be alone.. Or maybe he could use some company? He seemed down. Using a pair of chopsticks he found nearby, he began to eat.

Tiberius barely noticed someone else sitting down next to him. The moving plates drew his attention, and he snapped back to reality. He had no idea how long he'd been stirring around the food on his plate. He couldn't even tell what it was, anymore.

He gave the boy a weak smile; he thought he recognized him. Oh.. right. Tibi remembered. This was the kid that took Evan away in DADA and left Tibi with that Hufflepuff. "Hi. Rayedem, right?" Tibi stuck out his hand at the chewing boy and then went back to picking at his food.

*Sigh* *SIIIIIGH*

Rotten, horrible, terrible. BLAH.

Rayedem choked on his hash brown potatoes. He wasn't quite expecting response from the gloomy looking boy. Well, he hoped he would respond, but he didn't think he would.

"Cough. Coughcough--yeah-cough." and as the coughing continues, he gestured Tibi to wait for him until he was in a good enough condition to answer. Finally the coughs died away, and he spoke again, "Yeah, I'm Rayedem." he also stuck out his right hand, shaking Tibi's. "Nice to meet you, Tiberius." then he reached out for the nearest form of liquid that he could drink. A jug of pumpkin juice. Ugh. He poured the juice into his goblet and half-heartedly drank it. Well, it was better than nothing.

He looked back at Tibi, "Hey, I'm sorry for ruining your DADA practice. I really had no idea we'd split up that way," he began, feeling that it's necessary to apologize, whether Tibi still remembered or not. After all he had made a mental note since the lesson, and now that it's done, it could be erased from his mind. "No hard feelings, right?" It was so lame to think that it was the reason he was so gloomy. For a moment he thought about asking, but then repressed his intention, considering the fact that they'd just met and it might take some time for Tibi to begin to like him.

Tiberius was a little startled when the boy started choking, but he seemed to be ok. "No worries," Tibi said glumly, having switched from stirring his food to stabbing it half-heartedly. "There wasn't much practice left after that anyway."

Baaaaaaahhhh, Tibi was feeling like such a failure at magic, despite the fact that every one of his spells had worked. The flying thing was really bugging him.

"Sorry I'm such a downer..." he said sheepishly, realizing that his mood was probably very apparent. "I'm just... well.. nevermind."

Rayedem chewed another piece of potato as Tiberius spoke. He never liked having someone feeling so gloomy; normally he'd do anything to cheer them up. Those are the times when he could be himself--he felt great doing it. He felt like he could be of some use to others. Finally he swallowed and said,

"It's okay to be down at times," he began, "it's normal. Happens to the best of us," then he paused, thinking what he should say next. He decided making Tiberius felt comfortable would be a perfect start. He wasn't sure about this next move, but he did it anyway; he scooted over so that he was sitting closer to Tiberius. He continued, "I know we've known each other for only like 5 minutes--or less, but I'm a good listener." he ended, smiling.

"So if you feel like.. Talking to somebody, you can talk to me." he said again, his mind already processing what would be Tibi's reactions, "I might not be that smart, but.. I'd do all I could to help." that's it. He couldn't say any more.

Tibi put his fork down as he listened. He smiled, gratefully. "I'm sure you're loads smart... really." Tibi spoke sincerely. "But... I don't know what you can do to help." Tibi frowned.

"I.." should he say? Figuring it couldn't hurt much, he continued, "I.. I get scared really easily and that defense against the dark arts homework really freaked me out..." Tibi sighed. "I mean.. I could do the spells... but I was afraid to. You know?" Tibi hoped Rayedem would know what he was talking about.

Slumping his shoulders ever further, he continued. "Plus... I'm afraid of fl..." but he was cut off as he heard the beating of wings. Looking up, he saw he little elf owl return with a package in her claws. "Pidgin!" Tibi yelled, momentariliy forgetting his glumness, a smile spreading across his face.

That smile faded quickly as Pidgin swooped down and dropped the package in Tibi's plate of now-gray mush, sending it splattering.

Rayedem too had put his fork down when he finally shook his head and said confidently, "No, I saw you in classes. You were brilliant." he nodded, giving Tibi a reassuring smile. Of course. At last, arrogant Edem, you admitted that someone really is better than you. Sigh. He raised an eyebrow.

"The DADA homework, huh? Well, you were there before me, yes." he tried to remember the time when he was waiting for his turn outside the professor's office. He thought no one could've done worse, and this boy, this boy, might be the last person on earth who could. "I got panicked, too. I even threw books and ink bottles at them, you know? I might have been the worst, but I don't think it matters much. What matters is that we've tried and done our best. Mom always says that." his face turned a bright shade of red as he added the last sentence. "And besides, it's pretty much our first time facing the real thing, real fight. I think it's normal."

Then an owl--Tibi's owl came swooping down and dropping a package, and he laughed at Tibi's sudden change of expression, and the mush splattered all over both his and Tibi's robes. But he wasn't so easily distracted. Wiping the front of his robes with a handkerchief in his pocket, he continued saying, "What did you say you were afraid of?" and he offered the handkerchief to Tibi in case he also wanted to clean up some.

"That's really terribly kind to say... but I don't know that I'll ever get the hang of it." Tibi accepted the handkerchief and began to mop up the slop from his robes. "I love my owl, but Merlin, she makes such a mess." Tibi chuckled.

Unwrapping the package, Tibi was very aware that Rayedem wasn't going to let him get away without answering the question. Looking at the three new pairs of shoes in the package, Tibi searched for the note.

"Um.. flying, actually, is what I was going to say. I have a terrible fear of heights and another of falling," he'd found the letter and was going to skim it while he talked, "sooo.. being on a broomstick sounds like exactly the worst possible combination of the two." Tibi frowned.

"Vindictus said he'd help.. but I don't..." Tibi's voice trailed off as he reread the note from his Mum and flipped to what he had thought was another piece of parchment. Staring at the moving photograph, he forgot what he was going to say, entirely.

Rayedem watched as Tibi was speaking, unwrapping his package, and reading the note. From home, he concluded. His only hope was that those'd cheer him up. He hesitated about speaking, and decided to push his empty plate and pull another one towards him. That one had chunks of chicken in it. He stared at the plate for a second or two, then secretly looked back at Tibi. He was still deep in his own world.

Let him be. Don't be such an egoist. You'd want to be left alone too, if you got a package from home.

He chuckled at the thought. So, Tibi is of a wizarding ancestry, he thought. Now, who would send him one? Lucille's dad? Funny, Edem. No, that's not funny at all. That's pathetic. He stabbed a chunk of chicken and bit it, trying to distract himself from the recurring thought. Anything, anything would be a good distraction. So, Tibi is afraid of flying? Well.. If flying is like the wizards' sports, then he was certain that he could help. He'd been so excited about flying. He hoped he wouldn't ruin his chance to be good at it, so that maybe one day he'd be good enough and would be able to help Tibi.

He took another bite of the chicken and another look at Tibi; he decided to give him some more time.

Tibi chuckled, noticing that his mom had used a ballpoint pen on the parchment. He was frankly surprised that she had any, but shrugged it off. He was more interested in the photo.

Re-reading the letter again to make sure he wasn't misreading, Tibi began to get really excited.

Quote:

From Home Dearest Tibi, I'm glad to hear school is going well. I'm so proud of you. It's lonely in the house without you, so I've been doing a lot of cleaning. I found a box of your father's things in the attic, including the wizard photos I had to hide, since, as you know now, they move. I'm including a photo of you and your dad that I thought you might want to have. Tibi, you're not upset I didn't tell you until now, are you? I did what I thought was best. I hope you know that. Oh, and I'm including three new pairs of shoes. Did you says yours melted? What are you doing at that school, anyway? Love always, Mum

Tibi held the picture tightly in his hands. It was him and his dad on a BROOMSTICK! FLYING! Flipping it over, scrawled on the back in handwriting he didn't recognize, it read 'Tirion and Tiberius, 2060.' That had to be his DAD's handwriting!!

"Look!" Tibi turned back to Rayedem. "It's me and my dad! I didn't know he was a wizard until right before school when mum told me and she was cleaning and she found this picture and and... I'VE BEEN FLYING BEFORE?!" He'd been so excited about the picture of his dad that he'd been speaking a mile a minute and that last fact had JUST occurred to him.

Rayedem smiled broadly as Tibi chuckled--he could feel the happiness. Oh well, it's okay this way. Life's good.

"Look at that! You have been flying before!" he exclaimed. "Hey, didn't you look so happy?" he added, now leaning over to take a closer look at the photograph. The pictures were moving. They were moving--so this is what wizards' photographs would look like. Amazing. I've gotta take one with my family, too. Maybe finally dad would want to keep one.

Then he let his eyes caught the sight of three new pairs of shoes, "Those look great too. Shoes are essential in sports, so are they in flying, I guess," he said hoping he didn't sound silly, "So I guess that means your parents really support you in this thing, huh? Way to go!" he ended with a smile.

Tibi smiled. "I did look happy..." A somber realization struck him then.. what if his dad were still around? Maybe Tibi wouldn't be as scared? "I wish I remembered flying... or my dad." Tibi bit his lip. "He died.. well.. probably not long after this picture."

Switching topics quickly, he put the photo down. "Heh, well, the shoes are for accidents." He chuckled. "Remember when we were practicing Expelliarmus in class? Jake Upstead melted my shoes to the floor instead." Tibi laughed, adding, "it was totally an accident, of course."

"But yeah, Mum has been really great. I guess cause even though she's not a witch, she always knew about me so it wasn't a surprise, well to her at least. I didn't know any of this existed until I got my letter... she bought me Pidgin so we could keep in touch." Tibi felt like he'd been talking a lot about himself, so he changed the subject. "What about you? What do your folks think about all this?"

It was said faintly, but Rayedem had heard enough. So, the boy's father died. He frowned, biting his lower lip as he was reminded of his own father. His father had been more like his boss--strict, controlling. Demanding. He took another look at Tibi's father, and let the words accidentally slip right out of his mouth, "He," he gagged, but quickly managed to continue, "seemed nice. I'm sorry, Tiberius." How did he die? He didn't even have the slightest intention to ask.

He was glad that the topic switched. Jake Upstead? He chuckled. Oh, the third year with the pink hair, right? Rayedem didn't know him personally, he only heard about him from people. He now told himself that he'd keep his distance, "Oh. I suppose wizarding mistakes could get nasty."

"Well," he began answering Tibi's question, "my parents, they're both muggles. I don't know any relative of mine that's a wizard or witch, I guess my family and I just have to scan through the family tree to find out--or maybe my sister was the first witch, but that's ridiculous, right?" he added, hoping that it was ridiculous. He'd very much like to know if someone in his family was like him. "Dad's friend is a wizard, and his daughter is in first year too. Lucille Beambrook, she's my best friend." he ended, smiling, wondering if Tibi had met her yet.

Tibi smiled gratefully. "Mum says he was great. I don't remember him... so," Tibi didn't know how to say this that didn't sound terrible, "I don't miss him, really. Just the thought of him, I guess." He paused. "Like, I wonder how things would be different if he were around."

Tibi considered Rayedem's family. "Well... someone told me that sometimes completely muggle families sometimes have a witch or wizard born into them but no one really knows why. So... I guess your sister could have been the first?" Tibi shrugged. "I don't think it matters much, though." He wanted to make sure that Rayedem knew that Tibi wasn't one of the kids that didn't like muggleborns.

"hmmm.. Lucille? I think I've seen her around, but I don't know that I met her yet. It must be nice to come to school with a friend, already." Tibi tried not to look glum. He hadn't exactly been great at making friends so far.

Realizing that they were back at the topic for the moment, Rayedem replied, "Well, I'm sure he was. Everyone's father must be great. How.. Old were you?" he hesitated at the question, but let it out anyway. Well, maybe it'd feel good to talk about this to someone. He hoped so. His father were around, but now to be free of him, he felt some kind of an unexplainable joy. When had he missed him? Nevee-er.

Rayedem smiled. So far no one had complained about his blood status, and he was glad that Tibi didn't complain, either. Things really are starting to come together. "Well, my sister, she got two letters. The other one was from this other school, Beau-Batons or something, and in the end she went there and had never come back since. Unlike me, she was smart." he laughed sadly. It always makes his heart ache to think about Tannya. "I miss her." goodness, I didn't just say that.

"I didn't know Lucille was going here too until we met at the train," he laughed, recalling those times. Yep, he was sure about it. "We didn't meet at the train, did we? Nor at the start of term feast. I guess I was really being an antisocial." he said.

"Two.." Tibi whispered softly. "I was two. Don't know what happened; Mum wouldn't tell me, but sometimes I think she doesn't really know either." Tibi's brow creased. "I... I think I want to find out, though... and I figure someone around here must have known him. The sorting hat remembered him. He was a Gryffindor." Tibi nodded decisively.

"So, you haven't seen her? That must be hard." Tibi eyes were sympathetic. "I don't have any siblings... so I don't know what that's like."

Rayedem quickly regretted ever asking. What a fool, Edem. It wasn't a very happy topic to discuss, right? Well.. He decided to just nod understandingly, say a quiet "Oh" and let the topic drop. He'd want to say a few more cheerful words but it'd be unwise to continue.

"No, it's been three years or so. I don't know why she never comes home, not even after one term ends." he shrugged, then actually gave it a lot of thought, in Hogwarts they were allowed to go home every end of term, he was sure of it. What happened to Tannya? "And she never contacts, either." he added, rolling his eyes, thinking.

"But never mind about that. Do you write to home often? I gotta remind myself to get an owl, next time I'm in Diagon Alley. I need to write to my mo--I mean, my parents, too." he said.

Tibi thought it sounded fishy that his sister never came home and never wrote, but opted not to say anything.

"Mum wants me to write whenever I can. She was nervous about sending me, I could tell, but she promised my dad she would." Tibi paused. There had been a lot of owls in the owlry when he went up there last time.

"You know, I don't think you need your own owl.. I think the school has some you can borrow!" Tibi smiled. "That way, you don't have to wait to write to your parents!"

Feeling better, Tibi reached for a clean plate, pushing his slop out of the way, and grabbed a few handfuls of food. Eating slowly, he turned back to Rayedem. "So... where are you from, anyway?"

So, it seems that moms are the same. Dads are just another issue.

Rayedem tried to recall if his mother even said anything about writing. "I think she said 'text me' or 'send me e-mails'," he chuckled. "Tannya would've been able to tell them what to do but she was never around. It's weird. My parents went to France every other month or so, but they never take me with them. When they came home they only said 'Tannya's doing great'." shrugging, he realized that all those times he had done nothing but believing them. Dad might ignore me all the time, but he loves Tannya.. They wouldn't lie.

Rayedem frowned, but he couldn't hide the expression in his face. He was excited, "Really? You could use the school's owl? Wow, I didn't know that, maybe I'd write to them soon." he grinned, "I'm still gonna get an owl, though. You and yours look great together." he said, hopeful.

"Noticed my accents, have you?" Rayedem chuckled. Well, he thought English accent was funny, so he didn't bother adjusting to it, "I'm from Seattle.. The USA." he told Tibi, "What about you?"

"Sure an owl won't freak them out a little? I know when my letter came, it squicked me out, tapping on the window." Tibi laughed; his mum had known what was going on, but he sure hadn't.

"Seattle? Cool." Tibi had only a vague recollection of where that was, but didn't let on. "We live just outside London. Mum's a reporter, so it helps that she's close to the city."

Rayedem gave it a little thought, then said, "My mom would be tolerant, but dad, I don't know about dad," he gave it more thought, "Let's just hope he wouldn't shoot it up when it came knocking on our window."

"A reporter? Wow, that's awesome. My mom's an accountant," he nodded, "dad, however, has his own company." shrugging a little, he continued, "He's never the family man. Bit of a workaholic." Rayedem repressed an urge to explode and start rambling about him.

He glanced around for a moment, scanning the great hall. There weren't a lot of people there. Then, as he was looking around, a sudden thought came to him, "Hey, what muggle sports do you like? I think I'm gonna spend my holiday in London, you know, I'd be staying in the Leaky Cauldron and have loads of fun, and I'd even visit your place," he paused, "if.. If mom would come with me, that is."

Muggle sports? OH dear. "Well... um.. I watch a bit of football but don't quite understand the rules. I don't play any, though." Tibi much preferred books, frankly. He shrugged, not really thinking it a big deal. Some people thought it odd, but well, Tibi was Tibi.

"Oh, that's really cool about you coming to London. Mum's really weird about people coming by, but I could ask!" Tibi smiled brightly. FRIENDS! Over the SUMMER! "And if not, well... we can always hang out at the Leaky!" Provided someone doesn't get killed again.. that is.

Judging by how Tibi responded to the topic, Rayedem concluded that he wasn't much of a sports guy. Well, I'm gonna show you sports. He grinned, planning on teaching Tibi some basketball. It's gonna be fun! Basketball wasn't so big in England, but he could also play some football if Tibi preferred it.

"Well, since exercising is really important for you, and sports are a lot of fun, I think I'm gonna come over with a football. Or a basketball. Or a baseball. Whichever you prefer! Or I can bring all of them. I'm gonna teach you." he smiled, hoping Tibi was okay with all this. If Tibi hesitated, he would understand--that's what happened to him with his father, but it turns out he never regretted it anyway. He was in fact grateful.

"Really? Oh, but, don't push it if she doesn't like it. I'm good at Leaky Cauldron. I'll pick you up when we want to hang out." he said reassuringly. Tibi doesn't need any more things to worry about.

Thomas was sitting next to Toshi eating the crumbs of his eaten jam sandwich until he heard a squishi sound next to him. He looked over Toshi's back and Raydem's hair brown with dark chocolate. He shrugged his shoulders prtending not to care even though it was hilarious. He patted Toshi on the shoulder and said sweetly with a smile, "Toshi."

Someone patted his shoulder and he looked up. "Hey Thomas...er...how are you d..." He stopped. Why did his friends always have to see him while he was in an embarassing situation like this?
Toshi, you still are as clumsy as in your first year...
He looked over at the boy he had hit. "Mate? You allright? I`m sorry..."

James pushed open the doors to the Great Hall and turned toward the second table to his left. He sat down in a vacant bench and began piling his plate with food. He stretched his arms and then reached for a goblet of pumpkin juice. Sipping it slightly, his eyes scanned the Ravenclaw table, searching for a friend. Failing to find one, he shrugged and began eating a sandwhich.

Camryn walked into The Great Hall. Face in a book, my feet guided me to the Ravenclaw table. I reached out and started grabbing foods and placing them upon my plate. Grabbing the handle to the pumpkin juice I poured myself a small amount, eyes never leaving my book.

Michelle walked over to the ravenclaw table with a book in her hand. She looked around for her friends Bonnie, Laura, Bella or Ray, but found none. Shrugging, she put the book down, took a seat at the table and served herself some mango juice.

LeapFrog =)
 

Edem re-entered the Great Hall, taking a break from classes, starving as usual. Walking towards his House table, he could see that it was rather quiet and empty compared to other houses'. He thought stupidly of Ravenclaw's most valued characteristic, intelligence, and that maybe the students would rather go to the library than to the Great Hall. Probably chewing knowledge instead of food. But why wasn't he? Well, he was hungry. Enough said.

He sat down on the edge of the table, hoping his iPod could work, but no matter how many times he'd tried, it just wouldn't. Sighing, he pulled a random plate towards him, but only stared at it with a fork on his right hand. He missed muggle music. Oh well. He put down the fork and pushed the plate aside. Pressing his fingers against the table, he pretended he was playing his favorite classical song on the piano. That wasn't the first time that he did so.

ooc: stupid time difference
 

Ellie fidgeted with her Hogwarts uniform as she took a seat at the Ravenclaw table. She couldn't get used to wearing wizarding robes, especially if she had to wear a skirt underneath it. It all made running outdoors and focusing in lessons very difficult. If only she could just wear denim pants, all would be right in the world.

"'Lo!" she said politely to the boy seated next to her. She started piling mashed potatoes and biscuits onto her plate. Reaching for a drumstick, she noticed a strange object placed on the table. It was some sort of rectangular object with some sort of two pronged string leading out of it. Ellie had lived a very sheltered life from muggles on her family's farm. She knew nothing about muggles, which made Muggle Studies all the more challenging. "What is that? she marveled, placing the chicken leg atop her pile of potatoes.

Jack was starving. He made his way over to the Ravie table, sitting close to a few others.

Noticing an iPod on the table, he said to the owner, 'That isn't going to work, mate. Don't I wish. I have the same problem with my electric guitar. Have to leave it at home. Major Bummer!'

Jack loaded up his plate and started to eat. Gone were the days when meals were taken at a leisurely pace. Too much to do...to little time.

Linda saw Thomas.She said 'Hi Thomas,remember me?'


Linda saw Chelle too.She said 'Hey Michelle,hope you remember me.'

"Anyone seen Victoria Jamieson ?" Jason asks the RavenClaws eating. "She is my girlfreind and I wanted to surprise her by eating with her" Jason said to them.

sorry, I've been away =(
 

When my time comes, forget the wrongs that I--what?

The song playing in Edem's head suddenly stopped when he heard a voice of a girl. Someone unfamiliar.. He looked up to see who it was. Hmm, time to stop playing Mike Shinoda, it seemed. He pulled back the plate which he had pushed over. Returning the girl's friendly greeting, he said,

"Hey," he smiled at the girl, then straightened up his sitting position so that he wouldn't be in the girl's way when she was filling her plate with food. She wasn't quite like his muggle friends back at school who always eat so little because they were stupidly afraid of gaining weight. But what did she say? Oh.. Edem's iPod was still on the table. He picked it up, "You mean this? Well.. It's called iPod. It plays music. Sucks though, it would never work for me." he sighed. "Have I seen you before?"

Edem turned his head to yet another new voice. Someone who looked much older, but he was sure he was familiar with the guy--the PREFECT? Okay, Prefects had done a good job in scaring him, but it's been better since Tammy--and the guy seemed nice, too, so.. Did he say electric guitar? Edem shook his head.

"I didn't know that when I first took it to school," he looked miserably at his iPod. It didn't even want to turn on. "Hey, so you play electric guitar? That's cool! I.. I play the acoustic." he said, blushing, afraid he might have said too much of unimportant things.

'Yeah, nothin' with batteries works here and there's no electricity, so were pretty much done for in that area. There's always the Wizarding Wireless...' Jack said after swallowing. Not polite to talk with you mouth full...I know mom. :xd:

Jack continued, 'Both my dad and grampa were in bands, so I'm going to be in one, too. I just wish I had more time to play. At least I have my acoustic here...and my sticks,' he said, whipping out his drumsticks and playing a little taradittle on the table and putting them away. 'Couldn't bring a piano, so I have to conjure one when I want to practice.'

Jack went back to eating with gusto. Some much to do and so little time....

" Hello, my name is Jason Potter Weasley" he told her. " The book you are reading must be very interesting" Jason said to her. " How is your food?" Jason asked her.

Virgi skipped into the great hall happily. When she sat down she didn't see anyone she knew so she just started to eat hoping someone she knew would come in.

Bonnie took large steps into the great hall.
Her tiny stomach rumbled.
Bonnie's eye grabbed Virgi.
"Hey Virgi!" she called sitting down beside the girl and grabbing food.

Ellie marveled at the strange device. She was shocked at how small it was. All the wizard's wireless's she'd seen were much larger in size, nothing that could fit comfortably in the pocket. "That's mad..." she said, eyes wide.

She pulled out a small notepad and placed it next to the iPod. "I mean look at that! It's smaller than my notebook! A Wizard's Wireless for your pocket! And speakers for your ears!" she said, gleefully, pointing at the earbuds.

"Pity it doesn't work," she shrugged, tracing her finger on the small circle on the device. "So what stations do you get?" she asked, confusing the iPod for a radio. There wasn't an exact equivalent for wizards. "From what I've heard, muggle things don't work here. Too much magic, or something," she said, taking a large spoonful of pudding and shoving it in her mouth. Etiquette wasn't the farmgirl's strong suit.

She realized she hadn't yet been aquainted with the boy she was sitting beside. "Don't think so... I'm Ellie," she said, taking the boy's hand a shaking it furiously. She was unfamiliar with most customs, but handshaking she felt she had gotten the grasp of.

Edem listened carefully to the Prefect's explanation. No electricity? He's noticed that everything in the castle was lit by candles, but seriously, no electricity at all? How did they cook the food? Can the house elves do magic too? Brilliant. People here survive the primitive way. Suddenly he recalled his history lessons.. How the people live before Faraday.

Edem chuckled in delight when he realized he'd met a fellow musician. He was nothing close to professional, but music, it was his passion. Well, basketball came first, but so far he hadn't met any basketball person. It was always exciting for Edem to learn about other's personalities.

"How do you conjure a piano?" he asked out of curiosity; his fingers were itching to play. "Is it some advanced magic, or can I do it too?" he saw that the Prefect seemed as if he was in a rush, but he couldn't help the excitement.

Edem leaned himself backwards as the girl was marveling at his iPod. Things like this always made him feel awkward, but.. He recalled his discussion at the Three Broomsticks with Evan. Maybe this is what he missed, he thought. Taking a deep breath and holding it in his lungs, he sat back upright, trying to ignore the fact that he was rather close to the girl. Girls aren't germs.

Edem swallowed, then said, "Yeah, it's small," he began, "but there are also bigger ones, depends on how much memory they have.." he paused, suspecting that maybe the girl wouldn't understand what he meant. Muggle terms did confuse some of his friends.

"Stations?" Edem raised his eyebrows. iPods aren't radios. Whispering a small 'oh', he realized what the girl might be thinking. "Oh, no, it's not a radio. See, you've got a selection of songs, you don't tune in anywhere, you download the songs yourself." he stopped again wondering if the girl would understand the term 'download'. Then the girl started tracing her finger on the click wheel. If it was turned on, the screen would've lit up--Edem wondered how the girl would react to that.

Then he felt his hand was being jerked from its position and shaken with perhaps too much force. Okay, what's wrong with this girl? When he was finally released from the girl's strong grasp, his eyes widened. He certainly had never met anyone who shook his hand so energetically. "I'm Ede--Rayedem," he said smiling, "but, er.. You can call me by other names." Oh, yes, of course. This girl should never, ever sound like one of his teacher.

Hannah walked into the great Hall, her eyes scanning the room for familiar faces. She walked over to the Ravenclaw Table, after being kept at home for so long, her parents wanted her home. She sat down and looked around her. "Hello." she said, smiling to the person beside her.

This was sad. She'd not seen nor heard from Miles in a couple of days and now she was growing worried. She was bound and determined to corner the poor soul at one point or another and tell him not to worry about anything, if that's why he was hiding from her. MERLIN'S BEARD! He'd never done that before! She was not happy and now she was in search of him.

Miles had snuck down to the Great Hall before everyone and was trying to eat in a hurry before Fia got there. He'd been avoiding her like the plague since that...incident in the pumpkin patch. It had been fantastic really. He had gone up to the common room grinning but slightly scared to death. What had he just done? Looking around he shoveled food into his mouth when he heard the door open and looked over his shoulder. DRAT. Seems her will to find him was just as strong as his to avoid her. Bracing himself he turned back around pretending not to notice but preparing himself for a speech of something. She was with THEO!!! Way to go knucklehead. Even he couldn't deny how he was feeling about Fia now and it was...weird.

Fia walked over to the Ravenclaw table and took a seat next to Miles. She pressed her back against the table while her feet were in the aisle. Others had to walk around her if they wanted to get past the big feet. She rested her elbows on the table, getting comfortable while Scaredy Cat shoveled food into his mouth.

"Slow down, Miles," she said as she was trying to keep things...casual. "Someone is going to think you are...nervous about something." It was good to keep things simple in the beginning because she was READY to lay into why he was doing the disappearing act on her.

Miles swallowed and tried his best to hide his nervousness about her being there. As she sat down next to him and watched him eat he glanced at her and shook his head, "'m ot ervous bout aything...ust hungry," he said through a mouthful of food and turned to look at her. Swallowing he grinned, "Where've you been?" Yes that's right she's been hiding from him! Perfect excuse! Or...not...

Her smile faded. Was he serious? Was that question meant to be answered or was she meant to smack him back into reality? "Hello! Miles! You in there?" She began lightly poking his head, not making fun just showing that he was acting alll weird. "I've been looking for you. I've been around. I think you need to contact Ivan and ask him what to do next." And cue the crossing of the arms to the chest and the head and eyes looking elsewhere and away from Miles.

Miles winced and held up his hands as Fia started poking his head, "Well he won't be if you keep poking him...." He set his fork down and turned toward her as she spoke in time to see her turn away from him and cross her arms. "What to do next?" he asked puzzled though in his head he was kicking himself. IVAN. Why hadn't he thought of that. He would know...right? Though he might make fun of him for asking. Well it could be worth a shot right? Hey Ivan just wandering what do you do when you like...say your best friend and she likes someone else? Ugh. He was doomed. He would just laugh and say something smart most likely.

Did he not get it? Did she have to spell it out? GAH! Boys were soooooo confusing! She didn't know how she could handle this much longer. Did he or DIDN'T he like her? She thought he did. "Yeah...what to do next." She soooo did NOT want to spell that one out. GAH!

Emily skipped into the great hall, her stomach grumbling. "lalala" she sang on her way to the ravenclaw table. She hopped over the bench and sat down merrily "hello all!" she called up and down the table as she happily grabbed a slice of toast and put some cheese on it. It was supper but they had toast and she liked toast so she would very well have some toast. Munching down on the toast she heard a recognizable hoot. Looking up her family elf owl was swooping down, it had three envelopes in it's beak. The top two were regular white envelopes, one was obviously a muggle envelope the other was parchment, but the third she could see a red envelope was it a howler? she hadn't done anything wrong she thought. As the owl swooped down it landed in front of Emily and dropped the envelopes and hooted impatiently. Emily gave him the corner of her toast and he took it and flew off up towards the owlry. When emily looked closely at the red envelope she found that it was not a howler but a handmade envelope from her friend Kaimy. The white muggle envelope was from her grandmother in canada (which had been forwarded by her mother of course) and the parchment envelope was from her mother, she would read them all later when she wasn't at the table.

Hannah turned to see Emily. "Hello. I haven't seen you before. Mam and dad pulled me out for a bit, so I've missed out on a lot." She rambled on. "I'm Hannah." she said, holding out her hand to her.

eMILY took hannah's hand "pleasure to meet you hannah" emily said "it's funny how whenever you want something to eat they usually have whatever it is you want" emily said as she reached for another piece of toast. She spread butter on it and munched it down.

Bouncing over to his house table, JD spots the box next to the tree, as Masterson had said would be there. Looking down into the box, he grins, pulling out ribbons, lights and ornaments.

Picking up one of the wreathes in the box, he puts it on his head, digging through the box some more. The wreathe dangling crookedly on his head, over one eyebrow, he pulls out a string of gold and blue lights.

Starting at about the middle, which was as high as he could reach really, he starts setting them on the branches.

Satine headed over the Ravie table and was relieved to see someone else working on the tree as well. Quickly glancing into the box, she checks to see what decorations they have to work with.

"Hey would you like some help?" she said with a blank but pleasant face asking the unfamiliar Ravvie.

"We could use a levitating spell to place everything up on the top when we get the bottom decorated." she said the suggestion as more of an outloud thought as she glanced up at the huge tree. In her head she could imagine a giant picking it for them.

She grabbed a string of blue and white lights and started stringing them along the branches. Then she flicked her wand to create a blue glitter across the branches of the tree.

Looking up as a slightly older student came over to their table and started digging in the box too. "Hi! Don't you just love Christmas decorating?" he exclaims with a big silly grin on his face. The wreathe hat dangling slightly over one eye.

Levitating spell? Oh boy.... he thinks fingering his wand. The memory of his hem catching fire when he tried lumos, and the pumpkin doing somersaults when he tried the levitation charm, was too fresh in his mind.

"Um, maybe you can do the levitating, the items on the tree. I'll do the bottom branches. How's that?" he asks with a grin. He sure wasn't about to set the tree on fire, as with the corn stalks in the maze. And he certainly didn't want to tangle all the lights and tinsel into huge knots if they did somersaults.

She laughed a little nodding. "Yeah, that's true." she nodded, picking out an apple and taking a bite from it.

Seeing the smile Satine gave, he smiles back. I love those kind of smiles that light up your whole face... he thinks fondly to himself. "I'm JD. I love Christmas, too! Especially when Santa comes." he comments, thinking about those elves still. He still wonders if the elves in the kitchen are Santa's elves. He still didn't quite believe Ellie...

"Great!" he says with a grin, as he finishes placing the lights around the tree. Picking up the blue tinsel, he starts going around the tree again. "This will be the best tree in the Great Hall!"

Satine smiled as the young boy introduced himself and then mentioned Santa. "Well it's great to meet you JD..." she said and was relieved that she was feeling herself and not cloudy like she had...."I absolutely love when Santa comes and I'm happy that I found someone who's family celebrates that too....lots of the students here their families don't celebrate Santa...but it's the best part...." she paused because she knew she was rushing through her words with excitement..."but my favorite part is all of teh cooking when I go home...It is just heaven!" she said with a flick of her wand making glitter shimmer down on them.

"Nice to meet you too!" he replies brightly. "I know, so many kids our age, don't believe he's real. But I totally disagree."

Grinning at her, as she made glitter shimmer down on them, he nods making some of the glitter fall from the wreathe on his head. "That is the best part. I can't wait to go home for a few weeks."

MMmmmm, corn bread stuffing, sweet potatoes, stuffing... just thinking about the delicious foods, makes his tummy rumble. Grabbing a couple candy canes from the bowl, he offers one to Satine, and unwraps the other sticking it into his mouth.

"O I completely agree, Santa has to be real...I mean we have elves so he must have special elves too that do amazing things like ours here at Hogwarts." she said looking over the table and at the snacks that just always seemed to be there for them. "And if he's not real, well then it's still a pretty cool idea and tradition." she said with a smile imagining her dad dressed up as Santa and placing the gifts under the tree as she took the candy cane being handed to her. She unwrapped it and put it in her mouth savoring the peppermint flavor. Something about decorating the tree had brought her to life again and seemed to clear the fog that had been looming over her thoughts the past few days. She was slowly feeling like herself again.

She glanced up at the tree....

Tree

"Well what do you think?" she asked her new friend as she stepped back and put her hands on hips to take in the whole picture.

so have you taken any classes yet?" emily asked looking at the girl.

Placing the bulbs on the tree, and listening to Satine nodding in agreement. "Absolutely..." even though he wasn't sure if the elves were the same ones Santa had, or not, he still knew they did an awesome job in the school.

Looking up at the tree, as he put the last gold bulb on the tree, he stands back to admire it as well. "Very nice! I think we make a good team." he adds with a grin.

"I only got my time table today." she said, taking it out of her bag and handing it to her.

Muggle Studies homework #2; picture #2
 

oh very cool" emily said looking at the sheet "i don't remember when my classes are i just follow my friends to know when haha" emily said.

Anyone is welcomed to join! <33
 

Cold, pale and tired.

It was a typical day for Jule at Hogwarts. Holidays were sadly over and she now had to focus on school work. Like if she ever did. She walked in to the Great Hall, her curly, long brown hair, swaying as she walked. her hair never stood in one place, so Jule would usually wear a hat. But no hat today, nothing to do outside anyway. She walked towards the house table and sat down. Jule ruffled her hair and gather some food, as she looked around. She saw other students, mostly Firsties, chatting and laughing together. Where was Laura or Izzy Bella when she needed them?

Keeley dragged herself into the great hall, fresh from a lesson of DADA. She was tired and a little lonely, not knowing where the heck Bella was at the moment. She looked up at the beautiful Christmas decorations, they were spectacular! But, they didn't brighten her mood at all, it meant she would soon be towed back home- no, not home. Hogwarts was home, that place was not! She turned her hair a dull blue, matching her mood perfectly. Plopping down at the table, she looked around the table for someone to talk to.

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Back from getting her pink fuzzy sweater from the ravenclaw common room, Bella was still a little cold from the Quiditch lesson. Oh, she saw Keeley and some other faces.

"Oh hello,"said Bella taking a seat at the ravenclaw table, then put down her book she had lost earlier. Ooooo she was almost done with it! ok back to reality-

"So what did you think of Quiditch practice today?" she asked the students that were in the class.

Nia slid into a seat at the Ravenclaw table, book in her right hand. Actually, the book wasn't just in her right hand, it was held open with her little finger and thumb, and she was reading it intently. It was a habit she'd taken to recently.

When sat comfortably, glanced around the table and put some food on her plate. Satisfied with her rather large portion of chicken stew and dumplings (well, she had quidditch practice later) Nia turned the page, picked up her fork and began to eat. It might be a slow process, eating with one hand, but she'd been waiting to read this book awhile.

Elan, after having wandered the castle aimlessly, found himself back in the great hall. He looked around, a slightly expressionless look to his eyes and saw a familiar figure hunched over her bowl, with a book in hand. That was something he knew, something he was comfortable seeing.

He walked, no...more like shuffled over to the table and tapped her on the shoulder and asked if he could sit down in what could only be described as a voice like one who faced death.

Nia was totally in her element, taking occasional bites and absorbing the story. And then someone had the audacity to tap on her shoulder. She finished her page slowly, and got ready to glare at whoever is was that was disturbing her (especially if it was Theo - couldn't they see she was busy?).

It was as she slowly tore her eyes from the book however, Nia realised it wasn't in fact Theo, or anyone else annoying, but Elan. Her face softened as she marked her page, before her expression turned to worry as she focused on him properly. It was his voice that shook her though. There was something cold and distant about it.

Swallowing slowly, Nia nodded, and started to gesture for a hug. Would that actually help though? She left the choice to him, and left her arms hovering. "What's happened?" she asked, a frown of worry etched on to her face. "You don't look too good..."

Elan looked at Nia and could see the concern there. He just collapsed on the seat next to her and fell onto her and just started crying. it wasn't a great esponse and certainly at his age, not a "manly" one, but it happened.

Okayyyyy, that wasn't what Nia was expecting. Somehow Elan was now fallen across her and was crying. She bit her lip, wondering what to do. Without knowing what had happened, it was a bit difficult to know where to start. All she knew was that something terrible had obviously happened. Where, why and who she wasn't sure she was going to find out very quickly.

And this was the next issue. Nia wasn't good with crying. She'd learnt to get past Theo's constant crying by teasing him, but she'd grown up now, and knew that wasn't acceptable. She just, well, wasn't good with extreme emotion. And seeing Elan crying was just that. But more so, because she cared for him. A lot. So it hurt part of her too.

Taking a deep breath, Nia stroked Elans shoulder in what she hoped what a reassuring way. "It's okay," she said softly. "I'm here for you. I'll help you."

As he lay there crying, he felt the comfort that she offered. He know he probably looked like a great, big baby but he couldn't stop and it was made worse as she spoke reassuring words, not knowing what was going on yet.

Nia sat there, now really unsure what to do. He didn't seem to react at all. Well, at least now visibly from Nia's point of view. She continued to rub his shoulders, hoping if nothing else it might have a relaxing effect. Nia might be good on the quidditch pitch or in class, but at this minute she felt completely out of her depth.

Leaning across to eat a spoonful of stew - despite the fact she no longer seemed hungry - Nia looked down at Elan in her lap. He'd given no clues what was up, and she wondering whether if he had wanted to find her, or just stumbled across her by chance. "Elan?" she whispered. "Elan? I want to help. Please tell me what's wrong."

For Cat, Kat and Phil *shifty*
 

Adrienne glanced over briefly as she sensed someone taking the seat next to her, smiling as she saw Ainsley. At least her thought that the others would show up soon wasn't entirely inaccurate. "It seems that way," she murmured, continuing the act that they were just friends from different houses that it seemed the other girl had started. That would be the easiest way to remain out of suspicion.

"You ready?," she then asked, knowing that the second round of deliveries meant their plan was going to be put into action sooner than later. Which was good, because then they could get things over with and Copernicus's second wave could take place.

Miles sat down at his own house table with a sigh. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. He wasn't supposed to be mad at Fia but he was. She had been out of line and what was worse is she didn't realize it or just chose to ignore it. And Brody didn't help any at all. Pulling a plate toward him he stared down at it blankly not feeling hungry and instead put his head down on his arms on top of the table with a sigh. Things just plain sucked. Twirling his finger around and around in a circle he watched as a fork followed the same pattern idly.

Fia walked into the Great Hall. She'd been coming in here all day long and yet, he still wasn't here. He had to eat sometime and...there he was, sitting at the Ravenclaw table. She walked up behind Miles with a pitiful look on her face. She was more than sorry for her actions but she didn't like having him mad at her. She cleared her throat. "Miles?" She didn't know if he wanted to talk to her or not so she was going to tread carefully.

Continuing to twirl the fork around in a circle he rose his finger higher to see it lifting up off the table. As he heard his name he stopped the motion with his finger and watched as it dropped with a metallic twang. "Yeah?" he asked as he simply turned his head on his arms to look up at her.

When Kiri entered the Great Hall two days later, she headed straight for the Ravenclaw table. As they'd expected, Adrienne's boxes had arrived. The girl was almost hidden behind the large amount of rectangular objects, plainly wrapped as instructed. Ainsley was there as well. Perfect...

Kiri knelt down on the bench opposite Adrienne and Ainsley so that she was able to look over the top of the boxes. "This is the second batch, right?" she asked flatly. No answer was necessary, it was obvious from the looks on Adrienne and Ainsley's faces. Kiri nodded, an evil glint in her eye. "Good," she stated forcefully. "I'll help you carry them up to your common room. Reese and I hid the other ones in our dormitory."

She drummed her fingers on the table for a moment. Then, apparently coming to a decision, she said, quietly, "I think we should do it tonight. I'm sick of waiting, I want to do something!" Kiri glanced at the staff table and snorted derisively. "We need to show people we're not happy with how things are being done here. Come on." Kiri picked up several of the boxes. In her normal state of mind, she was not a big fan of physical exercise (unless it meant carrying books around, maybe), but now she was holding the boxes with a look of grim determination on her face.