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SPOILER!!: Vashti! Louisa raised her eyebrows at the Quidditch-Is-Not-A-Torture thing. "Sitting on a broom for hours is torture to me." Not that she ever sat on a broom that long, not even during the flying lessons. Oh and speaking of brooms, "Erm… you know Vashti um I.. bought a broom this year." She said quietly, forgetting about her discomfort toward the boy quickly, and smiled nervously. "To…um.. you know… try to balance myself better….while flying." She added leaning in toward her friend. What if someone passed by and took that on her? Like Enya, her best friend? That would be a disaster. Turning back to the staff table she nodded, "I didn't attend DADA last year… but I studied some on my own to pass the exam." Which was a bad decision by the way, "But I am intending it this year." She shot a meaningful look at the fifth year friend, "You know, if I am going to take revenge for my kitten, I should do great in DADA. Right?" Hint hint. The professor was okay now? "Oh, I didn't mean the professor herself. I meant the subject she gave. I'd never done a potion right on my own.. and believe me if she just wasn't as serious as she is, I would've done better." Because Louisa was good at everything, and if something was wrong then it was someone else's fault. |
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Hayley was eating her food while thinking: Actually.. This place isn't that bad after all... She then turns her head to the staff table wondering which ones the Head of her house.. Oh well... She rather wait then walking up there to ask.. She's still suiting in this wizarding world thing-ie... She should start making new friends by now... She still miss her old ones in her old home.. and her family... |
Apparently he'd been sorted into Slytherin. He was a tad disappointed with this.. the thought of having to sleep in a dungeon made his skin crawl slightly. How absolutely gross. He hoped the house elves kept it spick and span down there - he hadn't thought of packing cleaning products. What Knox had failed to notice, was that the Great Hall had tables split into the four houses. Unawares, the newly sorted Slytherin simply hurried to the nearest table and squeezed himself onto the bench. "Can someone pass me the pumpkin juice?" He asked noone in particular. "I'm absolutely parched!" |
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Ahh. The guy wanted some pumpkin juice. Well may as well get him some. Standing up, Finlay picked up a jug of pumpkin juice, and wandered over to the guy, placing the jug on the table, before sittin down himself. "Hey..." Well this felt a little weird. |
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Wait. Scratch that. Pumpkin juice incoming! "Oh, thanks," he said, pouring himself a goblet of juice as he eyed the helpful boy. He seemed a little awkward. "Uhm. I'm not sitting in your seat am I?" Blue eyes flicked upwards, admiring the boy's hair. So pretty. |
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"I guess you're new here?" Finlay asked, sipping some juice, before turning to face the boy again. It was pretty obvious that he was new really. For starters he would've sat a the right table if he'd been here before. "I'm Finn Carmicheal, headboy." |
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... Slytherin table? Knox swiveled in his seat, brow furrowing as he took in the table the boy was pointing out. It was only then that he noticed.. everyone over there was wearing the same attire as himself. Green. And everyone over here was in.. "That's not fair," he pouted with a small sigh, "blue is totally my colour." It matched his eyes. Green was gross - like bogies and slime. And it was going to clash with all of his accessories. He was going to have to change his entire wardrobe! But that, he'd deal with later. The first person he'd met here was the Headboy. The Headboy with the pretty hair. It was fate! "I'm Knox.. transferred here from Beauxbatons." |
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Hmmm. Knox. That was a bit of a weird name, he didn't say anything though, because he wouldn't like people not liking his name, so she doubted that this guy would appreciate it. "Oh...your from beauxbatons....why did you transfer?" He'd heard there was some hot girls in that school... |
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Melodramatic sigh. "My parents decided to move back to England," he explained with a shrug, "so it made sense to go to school here." He was starting to wish he hadn't transferred though, hmph. "Hey, is it possible to switch houses?" If anyone knew the answer, surely the Headboy did. Heck he'd rather wear yellow than green. "What if I used the colour-changing charm on my robes.. I bet noone would know.." Hmmmm. |
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"Umm...Don't think so." Or he and Jimmy would probably have changed by now. Although he did feel that ravenclaw had some advantages. The nice big tower. They practically looked down upon everyone...which Finlay didn't mind doing at all. In actual fact that should all worship him. It'd be pretty epic. "Well...ylou could try that." |
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Knox raised his eyebrows, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement. Oh, he understood that look and had a vague idea of what was running through Finn's mind right now. Naughty, naughty Headboy! "Beauxbaton's was nice," he said dreamily, sipping at his pumpkin juice. It sucked though, that there didn't seem to be a way of switching houses. He was totally going to give that colour-changing charm a try if the dungeons turned out to be unbearable.. which c'mon they probably were. Dungeons. That's where they kept that bad guys in fairytales.. they were meant to be gross! "So, is it totally awesome being the Headboy?" He asked, sneaking a glance at Finn. He expected it was. |
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Olivia sat down with the rest of the Ravenclaws, noticing how most of the first years had ended up in a clump that she was now a part of. She gave the Slytherin table a wistful look. She'd been hoping to be in Slytherin, thinking it to be the most interesting of the houses. Plus, cleverness was definitely something she valued. Stupidity tended to bother her. However, she brightened when she realized that, at least, stupidity wouldn't be a ruling feature of her house either. Ravenclaw. She might not have found the Ravenclaw legacy to be particularly interesting, but at least she would be surrounded with minds of the same caliber of her own. Pushing away the still sore and let down part of her that wished she'd been in Slytherin, Olivia turned and looked around for someone to talk to. It seemed that everyone was already in the midst of timid conversation and so, Olivia decided to watch for now rather than speak. She didn't want to interrupt and she also was suddenly feeling rather shy and friendless. Despite her frightened feelings, Olivia knew that nothing would be greater than Hogwarts once she'd met people and got started in her classes, and until then, she simply waited, listening to the sounds of conversation. |
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