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Biochemkris · 08-12-2009, 11:59 AM

This table seats the wise students of Ravenclaw house.

iloveluna · 09-17-2009, 01:49 AM

Alice sat down quietly at the table. what was that smell? oh well. she looked around, pretending to be looking for someone. after a while, she sat back down. At her elementary school, she was pretty popular, being able to do amazing magic tricks. But here, everyone was full of magic. She was no longer special. She wished Amanda,Alice's muggle friend, were a witch. Then she wouldn't be alone. she sighed. Hopefully someone outgoing would plop down next to her and start a conversation. In spite of her troubles, she was excited. The famous Hogwarts! And being in Ravenclaw, like her dad, was very pleasing. She couldn't wait to begin the feast. She had heard so many rumors!

Mad Eye Touz · 09-17-2009, 02:04 AM

Plymouth watched the Staff members -- particularly Professor Vindictus and Kazimeriz -- and tried very hard not to think on Forrester. Or Nurse AVA LON.

Maybe she'd be back...

And maybe Plymouth should move back down the table to Issy and Willow. He hopped up, touched Daphne's shoulder on his way by, and moved back to his seat.

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This... was just... Issy's stomach flopped again. Muted, she watched Sabrina excuse herself and her eyes followed her, from where she'd been beside Willow to the fall and scream to where Samson was seated and she felt even more miserable all over again. Yes, she was very aware that she was being a brat and she hadn't exactly done anything to make Sabrina stay, but what stung the most was that she had, again, chosen Samson over her. Whether this was something of their stupid sibling relationship of not Issy did not care, because Sabrina had chosen Samson over her and Issy's only remaining good, close friend was tactless and heartless and mean and that cute little Alexander boy had even left her for Sabrina and she just wanted to curl up and cry and cry cry and in a very pathetic and pitiful manner.

Three deep, shuddering breaths were required to keep the tears from prickling and her shaking hands hid in her lap, clenched, as she tried to calm them. What she needed was water. A shaky hand reached for the goblet before her and she pressed it to her lips, taking a few sips. Honestly, it didn't help her stomach.

Samson... Issy was trying so very hard to ignore him and pretend he wasn't there but her radar was going off and he had his head on Sabrina's shoulder and Issy practically had to fight for everything bit of intimacy she could muster from him. She was a fool and a brat and selfish and childish and pathetic and Willow didn't care and Issy really, really missed Juni.

Why couldn't Juni be here?

Why was this year off to such a terrible start?

"Stoppit," Issy muttered at herself. "You need to stop acting like a little baby."

So why was it so hard, anyway? Why did her chest ache so much?

He eased back into his seat in time to hear Issy ... talking to someone? He looked around, didn't notice anyone, then started looking for a little person. You know, like a... gnome or something. "Who are you talking to?" Plymouth whispered loudly. He LEANED in towards Issy to further search for ... whoever.

Prongs999 · 09-17-2009, 02:06 AM

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Slightly taken aback by Ali's answer Lasca had to once again reconsider the young girl sitting in front of her. Obviously she was a little shaky but this show of utter contemt for the Ravenclaw's struck a sour note with Lasca. Then she watched as the girl took her words to heart and wiped all traces of emotion from her face. Never in her life had the Ravenclaw met someone as contradictory as this little slip of a girl.

"You can't possibly believe that we are simply book smart. Or that the only knowledge we seek is found in the pages of books. We seek knowledge wherever it may hide and in whatever form it may take. Most of the Ravenclaws I know have some of the quickest minds I've ever come across and in the element their composer has never been brought into question. As far as ambition goes, well everyone has ambition in one form or another. One simply must know where to look, and it shall be found." Her voice remained rock steady and in her tone was the evidence of the pride she took in her house. It was almost insulting how little faith Ali had in the Ravenclaw lines.

"Forgive me if I sound patronizing but I think you ought to read up on your history of the Ravenclaw house and then perhaps observe the people around you before casting judgement. I am proud of being a Ravenclaw and frankly am a little shocked that you think of little of us." Lasca put a little more emphasis on the "us" then she had intended.

Running another hand through her hair she noticed that more silver streaks had appeared in the long tresses. Her hair was now down past her waist with random braids crisscrossing the heavy mass. Streaks of silver danced within the black strands like lighting playing across the sky. Shaking her head she reached across the table and took a drink. Of course it was strange how reminicent that speech had been to the one she had given to the Step Monster.

Stop it! Slamming a door on that line of thinking she glanced around the room and took note of how full it was. She felt caged in here and was ready to get some fresh air. Breathing in another few times Lasca turned back around and gave a small smile to Mariel. She really didn't know what to say or what to talk about which wasn't like her. Fishing around some more she found a sure fire conversation that always made her smile.

"So...Going out for Quidditch this year?"

Ali was certainly contradicting herself. But she didn’t realize it. But she did realize that she was letting her feelings out to a girl she didn’t even know. She would have raised both eyebrows at this speech, instead, one just quivered. Without any emotion she said “I am glad you think so highly of yourself and of you house. I, on the other hand, do not feel that I can compare to you awesomeness than. If you say that Ravenclaws have the brightest intellect, good composer, and certainly a good level of ambition, than why do they have a Slytherin house? How are they any different from the Ravenclaws you just described?”

She went on. “And if you’re so knowledgeable about Ravenclaw, than why was I sorted into it?” She paused. “Don’t answer. You don’t know. I don’t know. The only one who knows is the wretched hat” She pointed to the object of offense “I have seen people here…” She said, looking around. “All of them are too old or too young to be of any consequence to me. Why should I care about th-” It pained her to say that last sentence.

In utter surprise, Ali called out “Oh!” She had never felt this way towards people! Why now! Of all times, now. Now she had to feel something for these…people. Even though she didn’t know them. “Ohhhh……” She moaned, putting her head down. She was now afraid and embarrassed. She had shown signs of weakness but now it was at its height. She had never cried before. Ever. And now, here she was, sobbing like a little baby.

She didn’t even hear about the Quidditch.

Seriaether · 09-17-2009, 02:08 AM

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Skye looked up as Violet came, and wrinkled her eyebrows slightly as the Slytherin hugged her. Skye wasn't a very hugging person. Before she could get a word out, Violet rushed away. Shrugging, Skye continued her scan of the tables in search for Leanne, while stabbing her fork into her food.

Leanne was sitting alone at the Ravenclaw table, looking around for Skye, Xy or even Cordova. Sighing, Leanne was about to give up when she saw a familiar brown mop of hair sitting not too far away from her. She smiled and got up from her seat, nearly running to where Skye was seated. Plopping down onto the seat next to Skye, Leanne turned to the other girl and said, "You don't mind if I sit here, do you?"

Hermione_loves_Ron · 09-17-2009, 02:13 AM

A moment ago, Plymouth had not been here and now that he was leaning in towards Issy, she jumped and squeaked. She literally bounced a few centimeters on the bench beneath her and flung an arm out in a flail, closely grazing Plymouth.

Widened eyes surveyed him and her face scrunched up curiously as she tried to figure out what he was searching for. Had he dropped something? Quickly blinking, she realized he'd asked who she was talking to. Deep pink flushed her cheeks and it dawned upon her that Plymouth, possibly, was looking for whoever she was speaking to.

How she wished she'd had the skunklettes in the pockets of her robes right now. That'd be much easier to explain than this.

Still flushed scarlet, Issy forced herself to smile brightly at Plymouth, though she was probably missing a few watts. Waving one hand dismissively, she shrugged nonchalantly.

"I was just... talking to myself," she admitted. Honestly, this wouldn't otherwise be such a big deal, as Issy did have a tendency to talk to herself. Nonetheless, she didn't often lecture herself out loud.

aguamentis · 09-17-2009, 02:14 AM

Ugggggggggghhhhh. When is this going to be over? Lucy was bored enough already. She'd been barely paying any attention to what was going around to really understand the odd looks on people's faces. Maybe she should catch up...or...something. Or maybe not. She could also pay a trip to another house table to look for someone she knew. But then again...someone might stop her. and that would be all bad!! Eep! What should she do, what should she do, whaaaaat shooouuulld she dooooo? Think think think...

"FAAAAAIIIIILLLL!!!" she cried out, and then she banged her head against the table. "Oww..." she raised her head, and rubbed her forehead. And then...she repeated it. She banged her head against the table so many times that she lost count of how many times she did or...even WHY did it. Okay, why did she do it again? ...OOOHHH RIIIIGHHHTTT. "FAAAAAAAAIIIILLL!! Argh." she cried out again, slamming head against the table once more, and staying in the position. "Where's mom when you need her...?" she asked quietly to herself.

ravenclawrox*_* · 09-17-2009, 02:18 AM

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Leanne was sitting alone at the Ravenclaw table, looking around for Skye, Xy or even Cordova. Sighing, Leanne was about to give up when she saw a familiar brown mop of hair sitting not too far away from her. She smiled and got up from her seat, nearly running to where Skye was seated. Plopping down onto the seat next to Skye, Leanne turned to the other girl and said, "You don't mind if I sit here, do you?"

Skye caught a familiar glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye. Looking up, she smiled. It was Leanne. "No, sit down," Skye replied brightly, gesturing towards the spot beside her. Relief swept through her at the sight of Leanne. "Excellent, you're a Ravenclaw."

Mad Eye Touz · 09-17-2009, 02:22 AM

"Why would you do that ... when you can talk to me? Hehe. The great thing about me," Plymouth pointed to his chest, "is that I talk back. I mean you could talk back to yourself, but... one, people might think you crazy, and two it's no fun because you always know what you're going to say."

"Hehe." Plymouth tapped Issy on the nose, noting all the splotchy red areas from all the crying under her deep blush. "I like a bit of a surprise myself or I suppose I'd talk to myself all the time."

Too bad there wasn't a little gnome though.

Angie · 09-17-2009, 02:36 AM

Poop situation over and pleased that Cameron Karsten and his partner in crime with unruly curly hair had gotten caught (by Kazimeriz, Vindictus, Dummont and Lawson, no less) the seventh year had grown obviously distracted with all kinds of pleasant thoughts that were bouncing in her mind, and was completely oblivious of the fact that Sabrina had started to cry (AGAIN) and then left them to go and join that Carswell being ....

... Say what?

Issy was talking about babies? And to herself.

WHAT WHAT WHAT?

WHAT?

She ... was NOT having babies with CARSWELL. No, of course not - she'd made her definitely CRY. Yet, Issy, didn't seem to care for that because she was CLEARLY considering babies.

Babies.

"What people think about you is HARDLY important." Declared Willow, upon hearing Plymouth Morgan's comment. One because it was TRUE -she would know- and TWO because ... Willow still had to process the whole babies issue.

Issy was just sixteen for crying out loud.

Riverlynn · 09-17-2009, 02:39 AM

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Ali was certainly contradicting herself. But she didn’t realize it. But she did realize that she was letting her feelings out to a girl she didn’t even know. She would have raised both eyebrows at this speech, instead, one just quivered. Without any emotion she said “I am glad you think so highly of yourself and of you house. I, on the other hand, do not feel that I can compare to you awesomeness than. If you say that Ravenclaws have the brightest intellect, good composer, and certainly a good level of ambition, than why do they have a Slytherin house? How are they any different from the Ravenclaws you just described?”

She went on. “And if you’re so knowledgeable about Ravenclaw, than why was I sorted into it?” She paused. “Don’t answer. You don’t know. I don’t know. The only one who knows is the wretched hat” She pointed to the object of offense “I have seen people here…” She said, looking around. “All of them are too old or too young to be of any consequence to me. Why should I care about th-” It pained her to say that last sentence.

In utter surprise, Ali called out “Oh!” She had never felt this way towards people! Why now! Of all times, now. Now she had to feel something for these…people. Even though she didn’t know them. “Ohhhh……” She moaned, putting her head down. She was now afraid and embarrassed. She had shown signs of weakness but now it was at its height. She had never cried before. Ever. And now, here she was, sobbing like a little baby.

She didn’t even hear about the Quidditch.

Completely frustrated and flustered the fourth year Ravenclaw stared at her fellow housemate and bristled with indignation. Ali actually thought she was bragging on herself. Lasca was loosing patience. Fast. With all the steadiness she could possibly muster she replied to the girl's vehement insultes. "Slytherins are composed and have ambition sure, but they have those traits coupled with slyness and cunning. Now you can read that as you will, but you speak of me talking highly of myself and yet you say that anyone not of your age is beneath you. Why is it so difficult for you to see the good in this House?"

And just when she thought the situation couldn't get any weirder, Ali broke down in tears. Well, didn't that just take the wind right out of her sails. Casting around forlornly, she looked for a way to alleviate the situation. "Look. I..I'm not sure what's wrong but if you need someone to talk to I'm here. I know that being in a new place can be a little un-nerving but you'll get through it." Straightening up she took another drink of water and ran yet another hand through her hair. "Plus you shouldn't think so badly of Ravenclaw. This House is really amazing. You just need to open up your eyes and really see it."
Well, that wasn't the best she'd ever done but it was a start. Given the things she had gone through the last two days, she was pretty proud of herself. Placing her chin in her right hand and laying her elbow on the table she took her left hand and grabbed Ali's. Supporting her was the best she could do at this point, even if she didn't want it.

Hermione_loves_Ron · 09-17-2009, 02:44 AM

Smiling at Plymouth, Issy felt a bit of the tension evaporate. He was a lovely character; charming and amusing and friendly and she highly doubted he'd ever yell at someone for disagreeing or send her away. A perfect distraction and someone nice to speak with, too. Yes. Issy could understand why Plymouth had so many fangirls; of course, every other girl would fall in love with the nicest boy around.

Except for... Issy daren't glance over Celandine's way, in case Plymouth should follow her train of sigh.

"To be perfectly fair," chided Issy, "I can't have talked to you, as you were busy over there." Again, she didn't even glance that way. Daphne was too close to that girl and it was obvious to like, everyone, that Plymouth couldn't be too near the Succubus for too long. Especially when she was canoodling with his brother. "Besiiides. It wasn't a very friendly talk, what I was saying to myself." Offering a rueful smile, Issy reached for a roll and began to do to it as she had the pumpkin pastie. "Today's just been... a rotten day and I'm acting like a terrible, bratty baby."

A quick glance at Willow had Issy nodding in agreement. Only one person's opinion of Issy had ever mattered and even still, she found she rarely heeded his opinion.

"Willow's right," Issy agreed. "If one thinks I'm insane, then they mustn't be close to me, else they'd know otherwise, right?"

stormanator · 09-17-2009, 02:48 AM

Damon was continuing to sit and watch all that was going on in front of him. Not one person had wished to talk but none the less he did not mind. Damon still thought about his girl sitting over on another house table bench talking to her fellow classmates. He hoped that she was making new friends and that she would have good times with them. Damon was just stone faced as he continued his thoughts.

aguamentis · 09-17-2009, 02:58 AM

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Damon was continuing to sit and watch all that was going on in front of him. Not one person had wished to talk but none the less he did not mind. Damon still thought about his girl sitting over on another house table bench talking to her fellow classmates. He hoped that she was making new friends and that she would have good times with them. Damon was just stone faced as he continued his thoughts.

After facing her long boredom of nothingness, Lucy raised her head up to see a young...VERY YOUNG...boy looking at who knows what or who. Huh. Weird kid. Didn't he had any friends? Sure seemed like everyone but her had friends and had stuff going on with them...except her. And then it clicked...he must be a first year. Ehhhh...introduce, or don't introduce? Big siiiigggh. Okay. Introduce. Just to get herself well-known amongst her house.

"Hiii!!" she said, cheerily...cheery in the creepy way, that is. That was a bit...scary. Must have scared the boy. Greeeaaat. But hey, it was hopefully enough to snap the boy out of his petrified state.

Mad Eye Touz · 09-17-2009, 03:08 AM

These girls were delusional. What other people thought of HIM, Plymouth G. Morgan, was REAL important to him. He wanted everyone to LIKE him. "I did have an errand to run, didn't I?" Plymouth grinned and looked back down the table. "Hehe. She's.. you know... very clean. I worried. Daphadil." Yes. That was it.

"But, I'm here now. So, you can talk to me. Tell me about ... stuff? Do I want to know why you were leaking?" He turned to Willow, "Or soliciting hugs?"

stormanator · 09-17-2009, 03:13 AM

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After facing her long boredom of nothingness, Lucy raised her head up to see a young...VERY YOUNG...boy looking at who knows what or who. Huh. Weird kid. Didn't he had any friends? Sure seemed like everyone but her had friends and had stuff going on with them...except her. And then it clicked...he must be a first year. Ehhhh...introduce, or don't introduce? Big siiiigggh. Okay. Introduce. Just to get herself well-known amongst her house.

"Hiii!!" she said, cheerily...cheery in the creepy way, that is. That was a bit...scary. Must have scared the boy. Greeeaaat. But hey, it was hopefully enough to snap the boy out of his petrified state.

Damon was knocked out of his thoughts by a voice seemingly introducing herself. Damon turned and saw it was another student. "Hello" Damon said "Its about time someone wanted to talk. My only other friend to talk to is my girlfriend but shes over in one of the other benches." Damon pointed to the mentioned bench. "So are you excited to be back for another year? Damon asked.

aguamentis · 09-17-2009, 03:20 AM

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Damon was knocked out of his thoughts by a voice seemingly introducing herself. Damon turned and saw it was another student. "Hello" Damon said "Its about time someone wanted to talk. My only other friend to talk to is my girlfriend but shes over in one of the other benches." Damon pointed to the mentioned bench. "So are you excited to be back for another year? Damon asked.

Blink. Blink. Girlfriend? Huh...didn't he seem a little too young for that? Now, when she was 11...she'd been...in the fifth grade? Sixth grade? In a muggle school, that is. No, no, no! Stop focusing on that!! Now...what'd he ask? Oh, right. School year. Lucy shrugged and nodded silently. Then, she said, "Yeah, I suppose. It's been a bit quiet but that's going to change soon." Definitely going to change. A lot things are going to be different. Right. Make-over. "You excited to come here?" she asked, thinking back to her first day here. WEIRD. Lonely. Fun, though. But...lonely, now that she reflected back on it.

"Ehm...aren't you..." Noooooooo!! Don't ask that. That's kind of a weird and insulting question. Bleh. Different question! "I mean...which house if your, um...girlfriend in?" Lucy said bringing the subject back up again.

stormanator · 09-17-2009, 03:27 AM

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Blink. Blink. Girlfriend? Huh...didn't he seem a little too young for that? Now, when she was 11...she'd been...in the fifth grade? Sixth grade? In a muggle school, that is. No, no, no! Stop focusing on that!! Now...what'd he ask? Oh, right. School year. Lucy shrugged and nodded silently. Then, she said, "Yeah, I suppose. It's been a bit quiet but that's going to change soon." Definitely going to change. A lot things are going to be different. Right. Make-over. "You excited to come here?" she asked, thinking back to her first day here. WEIRD. Lonely. Fun, though. But...lonely, now that she reflected back on it.

"Ehm...aren't you..." Noooooooo!! Don't ask that. That's kind of a weird and insulting question. Bleh. Different question! "I mean...which house if your, um...girlfriend in?" Lucy said bringing the subject back up again.

Damon knew this question would come up about his other friend. "She is in slytherin house but she really wanted to be sorted into ravenclaw or gryffindor. I told her the house she was in was perfect. It will be rather difficult to communicate with her because of her being in another house but that should not be a large problem." "Yes" Damon said" I am really excited to be here at Hogwarts I just want to get straight to learning." Damon also something else she wanted to ask. "By the way it was she who fell for me first."

aguamentis · 09-17-2009, 03:37 AM

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Damon knew this question would come up about his other friend. "She is in slytherin house but she really wanted to be sorted into ravenclaw or gryffindor. I told her the house she was in was perfect. It will be rather difficult to communicate with her because of her being in another house but that should not be a large problem." "Yes" Damon said" I am really excited to be here at Hogwarts I just want to get straight to learning." Damon also something else she wanted to ask. "By the way it was she who fell for me first."

Slytherin, eh? Not bad. That's pretty cool!! Wasn't Cam in Slytherin? Buwahahahahaha. That'll be interesting. "How cool!! Slytherin...I have a friend over in Slytherin. He's...actually the weirdo who caused trouble just a while ago with the thing...and the thing in the...stuff." Cause she honestly had no clue what had happen. Wooooow...her first oblivious moment. Heh. "But yeah, his name is Cam. Third year...I think. Pray your girlfriend doesn't too get close to him..." she said, smiling and then Lucy realized seconds later that she'd probably unintentionally meant one thing and...oh, boy. Correct it!! "I mean...he's not a flirt or anything!!" Good gracious no...far from it. "He's...well, I guess the incident can explain to you what he's like." Lucy officially sucked at explaining now. Perfect. Now, she lacked speaking skills. She definitely needs to pick them back up...like she thought before: MAAAAKEOVER.

But hey, anywaaaay...the kid was excited to be here!! Kind of like her. Get straight to the learning!! Only he was more social. Brought back memories, though, that's for sure. And then he mentioned something she hadn't even bothered to ask about but...Lucy supposed it was nice to know. "Oh...right...she fell..yeah. Right." she said, nodding. Of course...she knew nothing of this stuff nor did she want to know about it. Chances are, she'd fall prey to...THOOOOSSSEEEE types of feelings. Eeeyuck. For now, that is. Eh.

Cassirin · 09-17-2009, 03:46 AM

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"Thanks!" Celandine smiled encouragingly. "Hi Keeley and Hi Bella." Cela kept on flicking her wand and cleaning up the poop. "After the feast I can show you some cleaning charms if you like? Get a head start on some of the classes! Oh and you could both come and help us take the mooncalf poop to Professor Bunbury. She's lovely."

"I didn't eat anything yet." Cela frowned. "Maybe if we ask the house elves nicely, they'll bring some food up and we can have a picnic in the common room. If Professor Vindictus doesn't mind of course."

"I'm sure he understands the dilemma," Copernicus agreed, seating himself on the bench now that the table was mostly clear. Why hadn't any professors come to offer help, though? Was whatever they were doing so important, or was it just that they were trusted to take care of their own problems?

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Ugh, even Copernicus got an AWESOME summer. Getting to do an internship with Professor Truebridge. Seriously... Even if it did ruin his hands, that was still amazing. Much moreso than his summer anyway.

"Wow. That sounds ... greater than my summer!" Dominic said, in almost awe. Since anything really was greater than his summer. "But shindig at St Mungos? Do explain?" Since obviously he was one of the few who had not heard.

"It was good, I suppose, but I certainly waited long enough to really get serious about my plans after Hogwarts. I haven't even filled out a single application for university, although Professor Lupa pulled them for me. Apparently you need a LOT of book learning prior to just jumping in the field."

Cope tugged Cela down to sit next to him again, giving her a smile. It probably was a relief for her to know he was going to spend the next few years studying, because studying gave him plenty of time to miss her. If she wanted to be missed.

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Wait what? Throw Tipps in the lake?

"No, Kettleburn. There will be no throwing anyone in the lake, thank you very much." Didn't he have enough of the lake last term anyway without intentionally tossing someone to it? Of course there was the fact that Tipps was his housemate and as Prefect/Headboy, he was like supposed to protect his housemates from harm or something like that . . .

"Do you have a better suggestion for settling the boy down? Because I'm open to suggestions, but if cooling him off is the only way to chill him out, then that's what we should do. You wouldn't... turn me in, would you?" Copernicus gave Denton a grin that dared him to say yes.

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Livvy just snorted and shook her head as she flicked her wand gently and levitated a pile into the bag and tied it up, setting it next to the bags that Perni had set down. "Definitely not from Bunbury. Unless he had stolen it two months ago. Cam brought three buckets of it onto the train," she said shuddering at the memory of just a few hours ago.

"The entire compartment smelled just horrible," Livvy said, shaking her head. Where did thirteen-year-olds get this stuff anyway? Was there some sort of shoppe that sold mooncalf dung? Because that is just groooosss.

Gahhhh... soooo... gross.

Crossing her arms as she marched along the side of the Ravenclaw Table, Livvy continued on searching for any more Mooncalf dung that might've still been lying around. She didn't want to miss any and have a poor Ravenclaw accidentally sit on it. Or slip on it. Or fall face forward on it. IIIICCCKK.

He shook his head in disdain. "Underclassmen, right? How would he even get moon calf dung, let alone enough to carry onto the train?" And WHY would he just bring it into the dining hall? GROSS.

"I bet Bunz will be pleased to see it regardless of where it came from," Cope grinned at Livvy.

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"Hey, Cela! How've you been?" she asked, taking a nearby seat and turning to greet a few of Cela's friends. After a round of "hello's" and "how are you's," LouAnn turned back to Cela. "So Cela, Daphne tells me you two...," she started, but stopped when she heard loud yelling coming from one end of the table. What in Merlin's name was going on now? Since LouAnn had moved to the area, she'd quickly learned that series of odd and unusual events were actually quite common and occurred often. She supposed she'd get used to it one of these days. If she didn't move away first, that is.

Well, now that had certainly been an experience. LouAnn would now always remember her very first day of Hogwarts as the day two boys slung mooncalf poo up and down the length of the Ravenclaw house table. Eww. Could they not have chosen something a little less...disgusting? Food, perhaps? After a while, LouAnn and several of the others had siphoned most of the poo off the table. It was being bagged for someone named Bunbury---whoever that was. This Bunbury person sure had unusual interests---poo? (It didn't occur to LouAnn that said person could be a Herbologist and interested in the usage of the poo.)

Oh, so this Bunbury, the one who was about to receive bags of mooncalf poo, was a Botanist. Hmm, so giving her poo made perfect sense...LouAnn supposed. She still thought that stuff was pretty disgusting. "So who's Bunbury?" LouAnn finally asked, hearing mention the man---or woman---once again. Sure, Bunbury was a Botanist, but...did she work at the school or something?

"Professor of Herbology," Copernicus told the girl. "So... Miss Purple, was it? Did you ever get sorted into a house?"

Angie · 09-17-2009, 03:49 AM

Lalala, when was the feast going to be over? Willow had a ridiculously AMOUNT of things to think about? Those things, of course, all and everyone of them involved Quidditch and Quidditch and more Quidditch.

Mmhmmm.

As she tugged lightly on a lock of dark sleek hair, the seventh year tilted her head to one side and forced herself to pay attention to Plymouth Morgan and Issy.

Oh, no. TALK? He wanted ISSY to talk? Willow wasn't SURE she wanted to hear Issy complain about Samson - she was certain that if her friend started doing that, she would stand up, go get Samson and demand him to APOLOGIZE. And then to just walk away from her friend and finally confess having put that bloody potion on her drink.

HMPH!

She WOULD force him.

"No, I do not need more hugs." One was enough, really, and though it had been rather pleasant Willow was sure that one was plenty for the night. Or year, or month. "Do YOU need one?" She could always ask Issy to give him one, of course. "Oh, and is Daphne Hopton alright?"

She was NOT calling her Daphadil. Nicknames.

LovegoodBroadway · 09-17-2009, 03:52 AM

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Miranda decided that noone was going to talk to her so she looked around for someone to talk to.She noticed the girl opissite her just sitting back not talking to anyone.

Miranda leaned forward to speack to Bella "Hello. I'm Miranda Kipira Skieaskie, but most people call me Kipi. Whats your name?"

"Hello," said Bella looking up from her book. "My name is Bella Chloee Lovegood, but everyone calls me Bella. Its nice to meet you Kipi."

QueenPhoenix · 09-17-2009, 03:54 AM

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Originally Posted by Freds_caribbeangirl

Rhea frowned as she watched her paper get crumpled. She had worked hard at getting those done and she certainly didn't mean any harm byt getting them done. Infact she had meant a world of good.
Her frown turned to a grimace as the two RavenClaws began to speak...Extra Credit? What in Merlin's Beard did they take her for?? The last thing she needed was to be snobbed. If they didn't want to join she would have rather they said so instead of crushing hours of work.
She gripped the rest of her fliers protectively under her robes, not wanting them to get hold of the rest of them."No, I didn't ask him. But that Tipps boy didn't either when he posted all those fliers on the train," she answered icely, her eyes digging into them." And no, I'm not looking for extra credits, I think I'll get mine the old fashion way thanks,"Finally drawing her attention back to the boy she had originally spoken to, her frown relaxed a bit."Oh, its you." So these were his friends, they weren't like him at all, not so nice, but he seemed to agree with them. She inhaled deeply, then sighed."Fine. I won't hnd them out. But if that Tipps boy does, I'm pulling my fliers out."She turned on her heals and walked briskly back to the HufflePuff table.

Dominic blinked when the girl said something about the Tipps boy not asking either. Someone else was doing propaganda? Oh goodness, he needed to undoubtedly get out more. Because he was failing with what the students were up to . . . Some head boy he was turning out to be.

That comment though, Oh its you, well that just stung, but yes the Hufflepuff did recognize her now that she mentioned it. Rhea - a couple years younger than him. Nice sweet girl, he thought.

"Um... Okay, but Tipps? Varius Tipps?" What was up with Hufflepuffs and propaganda lately? Honestly, his house was supposed to be the TAME house!! Not one that started trouble and petitions and such. "Hmm okay. Just let me know if he starts passing out fliers again... And I'll figure out the exact regulations on this sort of thing." Because truthfully, Dominic had no idea if unofficial organizations like the WHFTO are even allowed.

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Originally Posted by Daffy.Potter

Kay... this boy... was just... odd.

It wasn't anything that he was saying... but how he acted. Eeeehhhep..... Livvy found the older boy oddly intimidating, which was rather rare since she usually found everyone easy to get along with. But apparently this wasn't the case. She could see how he and Willow were practically perfect each other. They were both socially awkward to be around.

Well... in Livvy's opinion. She never actually exchanged more than a 'hello' and a 'bye' with her Quidditch Captain. So how the girl really was like, Livvy had no clue. But obviously something about Willow attracted the Head Boy.

Smiling, she replied, "Nice to meetcha too, Dom-in-ick." Yup. She went there.

Okay, that pronunciation of his name definitely took him off guard and Dominic wondered if she did it on purpose. Ick? Seriously. Deep breath. Since she was distracted by poop and other people though, he simply nodded at her, shrugging it off like it was an accident. If it happens again though . . .

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Originally Posted by Celandine

"It is wonderful." Celandine agreed. "You would have missed me if I hadn't come back, right?" She beamed at the new Head Boy.

Hmmm he didn't seem his cheerful self though. Because you know, Dom-in-ick Denton was always cheerful usually.

"Well, I suppose the start of the term could be worse." Celandine shrugged it off and levitated some more poo while she was at it.

Dominic nodded when Cel-an-dine emphasized on his words of it being wonderful. True though, he probably would have missed her if she hadn't come back. "Of course I would have," Dom nodded at her. "And likewise, you wouldn't have been able to stay away because you'd have missed me and the professors and everyone else, right?" He beamed right back at her.

Yes, the start of term could have been worse, but the young claw was doing such a good job of cleaning the mess up. "Could have been yes, but not sure how much worse than poop is possible?" He mused lightly.

Hermione_loves_Ron · 09-17-2009, 04:09 AM

This was what boys were supposed to be like, Issy mused. Not only was Plymouth not running away at the idea of talking, but he had asked for it. That was sweet. She liked this. Why had she and Plymouth not talked much more before? Ohhh, right. Fighting through all his fangirls was a task for those of much more strength. Reaching her tiny arm up, which required much stretching on her part, Issy patted the top of Plymouth's head.

"I like you," she declared, giving him a thumbs up. "Today's just... not been a fabulous day." Because Plymouth and she were not as close as she and Willow, Issy momentarily debated about what to tell him. In the end, though, she decided to just sum everything up. Too many details would make her cry and too few details would be too vague and Plymouth was too nice not to talk to. If he actually wanted to, why not? Clearly Willow did not care much.

"Well... see. There's this boy I've liked... for a really, really long time, but Willow thinks he just slipped me a love potion, even though it clearly is not that. And after lots of drama and some fights, we finally sorta got together? A few days ago, we ran into each other in Diagon Alley and..." Instantly, she felt her cheeks flushing and she glanced away, catching her lower lip between her teeth.

Thinking about that was painful and made her feel ill. But mostly, it made her feel very sad.

"He kissed me and finally told me he loves me," she whispered, leaning towards Plymouth. Willow could probably hear, but Issy imagined her bet friend shivering and maybe yelling at Samson. Hm. Plymouth, though. He was not biased against Samson, so he would not be mean. "I thought things were finally right with us. On the train, though, everything went down hill."

Urgh. So very downhill.

"We got into a fight, I guess. He didn't like those anti-werewolf posters going around and I told him I agreed with the boy and he started yelling and then I lost control and yelled back and he sent me off. Just shooed me away and told me I should go find the boy. But the thing is, he always does this when we fight." A heavy sigh fell from Issy's lips. "If we're arguing or fighting, he'll always say something about 'why don't you go find so-and-so boy' or something about how this boy could obviously cheer me up better or something."

Tiny shoulders shrugged upwards. "The ordeal sounds very petty and I suppose it is. What I'm most angry about, though, isn't the disagreement, but the fact that he always sends me away. And I'm always the assertive one who goes after him and says everything and does everything and I'm afraid that Willow's been right. Not about a love potion but maybe that the love isn't real or right." Her lower lip trembled and she took in a few more deep breaths to prevent the tears and crying.

"I want him to be worth it but I can't keep running after him, right? And... that's why I keep crying. Plus, Willow hates the boy with a passion cos he's friends with this boy who was always flirting with her and she thinks they're devil seeds or something." This at least made Issy chuckle. "She's very bad at cheering people up." Peeking over her shoulder, Issy smiled at her friend.

Now Issy glanced over where Daphne was and then back to Plymouth and tipped her head. Hmmm.

"Yes," she echoed Willow. "Was Daphne alright then?"

Pursing her lips, Issy noted that Willow had very obviously ignored Plymouth's inquiry about her hug requests. Leaning back in towards Plymouth, Issy's lips upturned in an amused half-grin.

"I think Willow asked for the hug... cos she needed it. And... maybe, secretly, she's always wanted a hug and we were the best people to give it?"

'Cos they were. Issy liked to think that she was one of the best people to give Willow a hug and with Plymouth being so snuggly... yes. They were perfectly. Conveniently, she left out why Willow needed a hug; the arrival of Dominic Denton was probably not of knowledge that Willow wished to be shared with anyone else.

Ama · 09-17-2009, 04:32 AM

The poop was handled and Daphne let out a little shuddering breath before she ran a system check on herself; meaning, she went and scoured herself for dirty, food particles, mooncalf dung, inferior organic complexes, etc. Content with her cleanliness, the blond fifth year stood up from where she sat and placed herself delicately besides Willow Kovac.

"When I see displays like that I feel like my IQ drops a few notches," announced Hopton to Willow with a wrinkle of her nose. Out of anyone, at least Willow Kovac would understand that much and share the same opinion.

Possibly. Daphne thought she was that smart. Like Celandine except, maybe a little less because Celandine Toussaint was just not human.

Mad Eye Touz · 09-17-2009, 04:36 AM

"Do I need a hug?" Plymouth asked with a chuckle. "Hehe. If you're offering Willow Kovac, I'm definitely accepting. You still sure about not wanting to go to Hogsmeade with me?" Just.. throwing that out there. Plymouth hadn't ever been told no prior to Willow. Hm.

Plymouth stared at little Issy. He tried real hard to follow the whole story, remember the important parts, but not interrupt so she could finish. His poor attention span was stretched to its absolute limit though. Maybe if she had paused to ask questions, or illustrate with a drawing he could have caught it all... He learned this: Samson was a bit of an ogre and Issy didn't like werewolves like Varius.

"Just tell him FINE next time he sends you away. You can come find me. We'll... find something to do. There's always SOMETHING to do at Hogwarts. hehe. And I wouldn't mind." Plymouth punctuated his thought with a single, assertive nod. Done. Crisis averted.

He did not want to talk about relationships at this table, so he did not.

"Oh Daphadil's fine. I doubt she'd admit to me that she weren't though. But, she's fine. Pretty, too."

Speak of the Daphadil... Plymouth tilted his head towards her while looking at both Willow and Issy in turn. His look was all, SEEEE? She's fine.

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