Slytherin House Table
 

Eat, drink, and be merry, O Snakes, for tomorrow we return home.

So THIS was it?

The Head Girls face said it all. As the eighteen year old wandered into the Great Hall that would eventually be her last memory of the school, a huge echoing sigh was let out of her lips, which were curved downwards into a sorrowful frown. She didn't want to leave. Every inch of her body told you that. Her shoulders slumped downwards, her eyes watching the floor instead of where she was going, her feet slowly shuffling along the floor instead of taking those long elegant strides.

She was too young. Far too young.

It didn't feel like the end, not until you realised that she was stood in the middle of the Great Hall with very little students around her and her badge gleaming under the light for the very last time. It was all too depressing.

The Slytherin sat at the table, head placed within her hands.

There was only one reason Vashti was coming over to the Slytherin table.

And that reason was apparently the only one there. All the better.

Without a word, Vashti rushed forward and practically attacked the Head Girl, throwing her arms around her and holding her tight. Refusing to let go.

Trixie wasn't going anywhere. This Ravenclaw wasn't going to allow it.

Kurumi nervously made her way over to the Slytherin table hoping to not catch the attention of a few certain she-snakes who she was sure would not want to see her right now especially with Gryffindor in first. Still, running into Salander, Fee, or Cass wouldn't be such a bad thing.

It had been interesting, observing the Slytherins at the opening feast with her box of cookies. How they all had reacted and thought the worst. She wondered what would happen now, after a year. Would they still think she poisoned the cookies?


Setting the box on the table, Kurumi turned to make her way to the next table.

This was it.

The end of her sixth year at Hogwarts.

Iris didn't look happy. She looked completely sad. Even though she'd be coming back next year, it would be her final year. Iris didn't like to think of it like that.

As she walked into the Great Hall, she saw Trixie, head in her hands. She looked so sad. Iris didn't want to be like that next year. 'Cause there was a Ravenclaw hurrying towards the Head Girl, the Prefect simply carried on walking, deciding to speak to Trixie later. There weren't many other Slytherin's there yet, only one or two. Iris found a seat right in the middle of the table, where there'd be plenty of room for all her friends to sit.

Then, she sighed. It was hard to believe that six years had passed, and that there was only one more to go...

Fallon walked into the Great Hall and looked around. She could not believe that her 6th year was ending already. It seemed like just yesterday that she had placed the sorting hat on her head. Now she was 17 and about to attend her second to last end of term feast. It was kind of depressing.

After taking her moment to contemplate, she headed over to the Slytherin table, hoping to spot Leo, Iris, Evan, or Aaron. She spotted Iris and took a seat next to her best friend. "I can't believe our sixth year is over already."

Iris looked up as Fallon sat down next to her. She nodded, and looked around the Hall. "I know... Me either." The prefect was quiet for a moment, "Do you think that if we fail badly enough next term, we'll be allowed to come back to resit the year?"

She avoided saying "NEWTs" because she didn't even know if they'd be doing them. What with Borr and his stupid rules. But she was being serious. Iris would do anything to get a couple extra years in Hogwarts.

Glancing back to Trixie, Iris frowned. "Who do you reckon'll get Head Girl and Boy next year?" She asked, curiously. Iris didn't have a clue. There were too many awesome people in their year. Those badges could go to anyone, really.

*Sigh*

Wow. So the Great Hall was practically empty and the Head Girl had no idea where any of her friends were, not even her boyfriend. Trixie wiped her eyes that felt like they could well up at any moment and sniffed to stop anything from falling. That was until she felt a huge gust of wind.

And a pair of arms being thrown around her. She looked up, a weak smile on her pale face as her arms wrapped around the young Ravenclaw back. Not saying anything. Just clinging onto her incredibly tightly.

And then came that sing song voice. It bought a small smile onto the eighteen year olds face, reminded her that she did actually have really good friends in this school, even if they were a little bit crazy or ecentric at times. "Neptune" she answered back, her tone bland and slightly shaky, she certainly wasn't going to sing it back like she had done.

Why the long face? Wasn't that one a little bit.. Well obvious. "I don't want to go Neptune. I'd rather stay here then be forced out into that big World.." she wibbled as she spoke. Was that clear enough? "And I don't want to leave my friends, like they did to me last year." Yes we're talking about you Mr Greenwood.

Luckily the Slytherin would still be able to sit in the Prefects Compartment on the way home, hence why she didn't need to speak to Iris right now, especially with Vashti clinging onto her like a little limpet. But that didn't stop her from sending a weak albeit genuine smile as she passed by.

Fallon looked around the hall. Some of these people would be leaving this year. It was a sad thought really. She chuckled at Iris's suggestion. "Who knows. If I wouldn't have to go to classes, I wouldn't mind failing again." Classes had become rather boring lately. Definitely worth not going too.

Fallon didn't even want to think about how hard the classes were going to be next year. Not too mention NEWTs. However, worrying like that would have to until next year. Way near the end of next year. The longer she put it off the better.

Fallon followed Iris's look. She shot Trixie a faint smile before turning back to Iris. "Dunno. Prefects have really been awesome this year." She hoped Iris or Evan got one of the Head positions. They both deserved it.

She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't-

Yeah, she probably was.

"You can't go," Vashti insisted, raising her head so she could talk properly, though she wasn't sure how well she could talk with the lump in her throat. She still held on tightly to Trixie. If she didn't let her go, then Trixie couldn't leave Hogwarts and would have to come back, right? Right.

Vashti suddenly got that odd feeling you get when you think you're being watched. As she turned her head in the direction she thought she was being watched from, she found a Ravenclaw sitting there, seemingly staring at her. Was she talking to her too? She must be, unless this was one of those cases where a person thinks someone is looking at them but really that someone was looking at a person behind them. What, did she have a problem with Vashti being there?

The fourth year did not move and simply stared back at the girl, one eyebrow raised slightly.

For everyone!
 

Caroline couldn't believe that she was sitting at yet another end of term feast. The past two had been very emtional for her seein her brother two years ago leave and her sisier left last year. She only had a two more start of and end of term feast.

This year had really been the best year ever for Caroline. She walked into the great hall and went to the Slytherin house table. She would start there no telling what house table she would be at next. There were so many people that she wanted to say goodbye too. She saw Trixie the head girl, she had ever met her and yet she felt bad for her. Would it be so weird to congratulate and wish her the best not even knowing her.

Goodybags....make up the personal message Kyle makes all of them SUPER nice though XD
 

Kyle walked up to the Slytherin table, smiling she placed a little box filled with enough little goody-bags for every person in the house. She had planned it all year long as she had seen everyone loved feeling special. And she loved helping people feel special. Slipping on a bit of slightly - damp stone and catching her balance she felt her cheeks flush.



Inside the bag was a little card that read: Thanks for a fun term, I hope you all enjoyed it as well. There was also a little bit of more personal messages on them, that well everyone could read themselves yeah?

There was also a nice little assortment of candies, muggle & magical lemon drops, chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes, the works anything you could imagine and everything you could imagine was magically in the bag. Well after all it had an undetectable extension charm on it.

"Enjoy, I'm going to run and drop these at all of the tables." She smiled. Waving to Caroline, and some of the others she knew more by name. Turning she skipped off to the Hufflepuff table.

anyone? ANYONE?! lonely!Cam here
 

His last *SNIFF* time eating *SNIFF* in Hogwarts!

Cam had been out in the last few months of his last term in Hogwarts... but only visible to sooooo many. Was he going to miss people? Of course! But you know, there was really not a lot to miss because he missed out so much. Meh. He felt hated.

WHY DID THEY ALL HATE HIM?! ;-;

Cleaaaaarly. That was some clear stuff. But he walked towards his table, in a droopy and depressed manner, carrying a sock in his hand for who knows what reason. He sat down and glanced at the many people sitting at this table right heeeere. He glanced at them with an evil glare--yes--THEY MUST realize Cameron Karsten's presence was known. Eye!Twitch. But seriously, he missed out on so much... SOOOO MUCH. And who was to blame? He blamed this uhh... this... THIS SOCK IN HIS HAND--FOR WHO KNOWS WHAAAAT REASON.

But yes. He started playing with his food. And then ate them... nomnomnomnomnom. It was a repeatful process. Play. Eat. Play. Eat.

With most of her attention on the Slytherin table and only some of it on the Hufflepuff table, Sierra Greingoth made her way into the Great Hall and toward her own house table. She really ought to tell her brother goodbye. After all, this was the first time in twelve years they'd lived in different houses. When they left here today, they probably wouldn't see one another for quite some time.

...and she doubted seriously that she'd sit with him on the train. After all, he was the height of a small mountain troll, and really--who wanted to be seen with one of those?!

As she edged into a seat at the Slytherin table, she happened to notice a boy out of the corner of her eye. He was carrying a sock, of all things, and playing with his food. She'd actually never seen him around and was nearly sure he was a Hufflepuff. She hadn't gotten a good look at him, of course, as she was trying not to stare, so she really had no idea what color robes he had on.

Cam was playing with his food--it was quite fun and lovely to be honest. But then he got that feeling.

THAT feeeeeeeling.

You know THAT feeling when you know someone's staring at you, BUT YOU DON'T KNOW?! It was making him cringe. It was making him twitch. Who was it? WHO WAS IT? Had he gone demented? Someone call Mungo Poh-leeeeece! He scratched his head, eying in all directions. And then there she was. That girl. HMMM. He'd seen her take a quick glance at him. How strange.

Why do you glance at me like that, little girl? HMM?

But... waaaaaait... HOOOOLDDD ONNNN A MINNNUUUUTTTEEE. She resembled someone very dear and close to him. Could it be? And in an instant, flashbaaaaacks. Oh dear. Could it BE? Anna Greingoth? THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE?! No wait, that was certainly not her. But just the resemblance spooked him. He honestly wasn't going to hit on the girl--he was a 7th year and she was a mere--OH MY GOD, THAT IS DISGUSTING.

No nasty thoughts, no nasty thoughts.

But no. Anna Greingoth never waited for him at St. Mungo's to marry him. Anna Greingoth never at once accepted his undying love for him. Anna Greingoth NEVER AT ONCE even showed any signs of affection for him. In a moment, he loved her. And in the next, he despised her.

Who was to blame? In a lethargic motion, Cam grabbed a piece of his food, got his spoon, and then cannonball'd his little piece of meat to the girl. That's right Anna. THAT'S RIIIIIGHT. But he quickly acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to twiddle with his food and then eating. Siiiiigh.

shout out to Sierra and Cam too ;)
 

He wanted to convince himself he didnt care much for the Housecup. Its just a trophy right? And Slytherin did win it last year didnt they?

So why had he been standing in front of the hourglasses for a good long while till his legs ached?

He finally turned away from the houglasses and strolled into the Great Hall, plopping himself wearily on his usual seat by the Slytherin table. His eyes shifted quickly when he though he saw something zoom right by his nose....

... and saw that something land smack on Sierra's face.

Okayyyyy...

Eyes shifted the opposite direction. A Slytherin boy about his age seemed to have sent the projectile to the little Snakette. Does he have a death wish or something? Probably. And looks like the Kitchen Snake got there just in time for some much needed entertainment hehe.

For anyone
 

Does anyone know Fee? Rex asked them. " I want to see my best female friend at HogWarts" Rex said to anyone who would listen to him. Tell Fee, I would like to see her since I am graduating" Rex smiled.

Evelyn couldn't help it. During the whole entire day, she could not stop the giggles and laughter from escaping her. The...entire...day. Or at least, every time she looked at Marie she couldn't help it.

Having finally decided her sides needed a break from all the laughing, the Slytherin girl got ready for the ending feast, and made her way down to the great hall. Another year ending. It wasn't a particularly fun year for her, but there was always the light at the end of the tunnel. Most of the year failed terribly, but towards the end, she rather enjoyed it. Perhaps a kick off to the next term?

As she made her way to the table of awesomeness green and silver, her gaze landed on a particular red and gold person, who...really didn't belong here. "Best female friend?" she asked, smirking somewhat as she past by Rex. He was graduating this year right? "You wouldn't happen to be talking about me would you?"

Good. Someone to distract her from the hilarious image in her mind. Shame she didn't have a camera. Though she supposed she could always ask Professor ZooMan for one.

End of term feast... What was there to say? Nothing. Cause Rae was in a funk, she had been that way and will continue to be that way. Ergh. She didn't feel like eating. She just wanted to go back to the beginning of the term. That would make her happy. So she lazily sat there and waited... For what? Who knows. Maybe when she sees all the food then she will get hungry and dig in without thinking of the funk.

... and it was over. Yes, over.

Walking towards the Slytherin house table, without looking at anyone or anything, just at her feet, Helena kept thinking about everything that happened this year. Her first year at Hogwarts. Weird or not, she couldn't wait to come back for her second year.

So, when she finally found an empty place, she sat down and just stared blankly at the food. She wasn't hungry. Not at all.

Freya walked towards the Great Hall. She couldn't believe that its already the end of the year feast. Time sure flied fast. She saw a couple students already sitting in their own house table. She looked around the Slytherin table and didn't see her two besties. Hmm..Maybe they still packing. Then she saw Rex asking about Fee. The blonde haired Slytherin made her way towards Rex. "Hey the already graduate guy." she smirked. "Are you looking for Fee?" she asked. "I think she still packing her stuffs." she said.

" Of course, you are my best female friend at HogWarts" Rex laughed." I gave you a fun time at the lake" Rex said to Evelyn. " I would like to make a truce, let bygones be bygones" Rex explained to Evelyn. " J hope you do well in your endeavors at HogWarts" Rex told Evelyn.

" Yes, Mr. Graduate to you" Rex laughed." Yes, I am looking for Fee, but I am happy to see you too" Rex told Freya. I am sure lots of students are still packing" Rex said to Freya." The wedding gut too, remember?" Rex asked Freya.

"Okay then Mr.Graduated." she giggled. "I'm happy to see you too." she said with a smile. "So how it feels? To be graduated from Hogwarts and not coming back next year?" she asked while pouring pumpkin juice to her goblet. "Yeah. Thank Merlin I packed early this term." she remembered that she was late to the end of the feast last term because she decided to pack last minute. That was big mistake. "Oh yeah. Mr. Graduated and soon to be husband." she smirked again. "Where's the soon to be Mrs. Trigwell?" she asked.