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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Briley takes her seat for the first time at the Ravenclaw table. "I hope they have pudding..." she thinks to herself...

Hope was watching the sorting remebering when she was sorted. She was so nervous! Just then a little girl was sorted into Ravenclaw, the first new Ravenclaw of the year!

'I think I might introduce myself, the poor thing is shaking! Hope thought to herself.

"Hello there, my name is Hope Wetherwater. I'm a third year. How are you? Congratulations on being sorted to Ravenclaw! I bet that you're nervous about starting Hogwarts but it's great here, you're sure to make friends."

Luna sat down at the Ravenclaw table she wasn't even close to hungry so she wasn't going to eat anything she just wanted to chat with other people make new friends basically or chat with old ones

"Because their arrogant and think their better than everyone else. So they just won't admit they have had at least one muggle in their family line. We probably will learn about full Veelas I'm sure" she said. "I'm not sure why a lot of them are in France I just know a lot of them go to Beauxbatons and thats in France" she said.

Temperance walks into the great hall and walks over to the ravenclaw table, looking for someone she knows. She spot's Chelsea and sits down by her. She grabs some toast, eggs and bacon, puts some butter and blueberry jam on her toast and pours some pumpkin juice into her goblet."Good morning Chelsea! What was the slytherin common room like? Did you sleep well?" Temperance asks as she then takes a bite of her toast "Yeah it makes sense that they won't admit it, though they probably should as then people would know that they aren't better than them. Yep." she says "Okay, that makes sense."

She sees Temperance "Hey! The Slytherin common room was really dark but it didn't bother me theres also a few really comfy leather couches and you can see under the lake. I slept very well. What about you? What was the Ravenclaw common room like?" she asks.

"Cool and that's good. It must neat to see under the lake." Temperance says "I slept well also. The Ravenclaw common room was very nice, the chairs are very comfy and we can even see the lake from the tower window's."

"Cool it sounds nice" she said. "So did you sign up for Quidditch try outs yet?" she asked

"It is nice, the color's are rather soothing even though I don't generally like bright color's. Nope, not yet." Temperance says "Have you?" she asks

"Yep I signed my name on the clipboard awhile ago now I just have to wait for try outs" she said

"Thats why I like the Slytherin common room the colors are not bright so it helps me sleep"

"Cool, I think I might wait to try out until next year. Hopefully you'll make it onto the team." Temperance says "Yeah, that's why I like darker color's because I find them more relaxing than brighter color's. The common room must be dark though, with it being underground and all."

"I hope I make the team even if its like back up seeker or something" she said. Chelsea really wanted to make the team but even if she didn't she still planned on going to a lot of the games. Especially if Scott made the Ravenclaw team. "Its very dark in our common room and its kind of cold too but its in the dungeons so I already expected it to be dark and cold"

"So have you decided what class you are taking first. I'm taking Potions first Herbology classes start soon but I think I'll wait to take that because I'm already expecting Herbology to be my worst subject" she said.

"Yeah. At least you'll still be on them even it is as a back up member." Temperance says "Yeah, I don't mind cold and I actually like the dark."

"Yeah I'm also gonna take Potions first, when does Potions start? I'll probably take Herbology also as I don't think I'll do too bad. I don't think I'll take Divination or Arithmacy though as I'll probably do really bad at those." she says.

"I'm not sure when Potions start I'll probably keep an eye on the message board in the common room to see when they start. But at least I know two people who will be taking Potions the same time as me now. Divination is a pointless class I'll do bad in it probably" she said.

"Hey do you wanna start exploring some of the grounds?" she asked Temperance
OOC: if you ever get bored of talking with my character just say so she/i wont be offended. its fun rping with you though

"Kay. Neat, who are the other people?" Temperance asks "Yeah, I can see it being useful if you are an actual seer or something similar."

"Sure. Anywhere you want to go?" she asks.

ooc=kay, same goes for me. it's fun rping with you also.

"So far I know you and Scott Rowe who are going to be in Potions the same time as me. Scott is really nice he's in Ravenclaw" she said.

"Hmm...wanna go to the Court Yard?" Chelsea asked.

"Kay. Wonder what the first potion is that we're going to work on." Temperance says "Cool. I haven't met alot of the Ravenclaw's yet."

"Sure" she says.

Damon was getting rather hungry the next day for breakfast and it was obvious that last night's meal had filled him up rather well and had made him hungry again several hours later,looking at what was available, it looked like soup was available on the menu today, so without further waiting Damon quickly loaded his plate with all kinds of soups, it did not matter what flavor or style of soup it was, Damon would have it all, looking around he wondered if any other fellow Ravenclaw's were looking for friends, he was open to talking to anyone.

Pam plopped down on the bench, waiting for her friends, Jayden and Nate to come down from the Common room. She grabbed a plate and filled it with food, happy to finally have something to eat.

Nate smiled. "Yes she is. By so am I!" Nate said, giggling a little (which he hadn't really done before, as he usually snickered, not giggled) and running ahead to plop down next to Pam. So much energy! Where did it come from? Nate decided that he was excited because Jayden had dyed her hair, and because Jayden had put her arm around him back up in the common room.

Pam was excited to see Nate and Jayden joining her. "Hello you two!" She said happily. She took a bite of her french toast, and a siip of her apple juice. "Do either of you know when the mail comes?"

"No. Ask me when you hear owls," said Nate winking.

Jayden laughed. She was having a really good day. She sat down between Nathan and Pam, giving them both a side-hug.
"Hello! I don't know actually.. but when it does, I'm looking forward to it. My mum is supposed to be sending me a package."

As Jayden sat down between Nate and Pam, he cast a look across to Pam along with a small shrug. "what are you expecting?" Nate asked, "Does it involve sweets at all?"

Pam looked over at Nate and smiled. "I love sweets," Pam said. "Is she sending any letters or anything?" Pam felt weird about prying, but she was happy, and didn't have much care. She sipped more of her apple juice.

"Yeah, she's sending letters... and most likely some sort of nice clothes.. as if I didn't have enough already!" Jayden replied with a sigh... "She likes to keep up appearances.. it's important to my mum.

"I know you do." Nate said quickly to Pam.

Nate turned to Jayden and lowered his voice so only he, Pam, and Jayden could hear him say, "Does that have anythin to do with--with the fact that you're a pureblood?"

"Yes...My family, is actually pretty well known, and they like to keep it that way. I've been dragged to pretty much every wizarding social gathering imaginable, and because we have so much money, I pretty much get everything I want, and more. Which is nice and all.. but I wish they actually wanted to spend time with me instead of making up for lost time by showering me with money and gifts." Jayden whispered back. "So... what're you guys going to do for Christmas? Are you both staying here, or going home to visit?" Jayden asked curiously, while playfully ruffling Nate's hair with her hand.

"My mom said I could choose weither or not I want to stay here, or go back home. I just have to make sure I send a letter, telling her what's going on." She said happily daydreaming about all the snow that is to come.

Christmas. Natehad forgotten about Christmas! He had no idea what he was doing, as his family probably thought he would be staying at Hogwarts until summer. Nate chose to, instead, ask Jayden her situation. "Well, what are you doing? Going back with your family, I suppose? According to what you've just said, there must be a load of Christmas parties to go to?" Nate asked Jayden, giggling as she played with his hair.

Gaby skipped happily down to the table and was greeted by the lovely sight of clean silverware and a whole room full of food. Absolutely brilliant - she could get used to this. It was great. Plus, classes must be starting soon, too. She couldn't wait for that. She already felt a little behind her fellow students, who had spent the feast demonstrating their wonderful magical skills. Hopefully she would catch up pretty soon. In the meantime, she would just read all her spellbooks. Again.

Now then... there was the small dilemma of where to sit. She scanned the room and saw a couple of her friends from the feast, but she didn't want to interrupt anything. Perhaps she should just sit alone? But that seemed a little depressing. And lonely. So instead, she just stood there, slightly awkwardly.

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Kat shuffled into the great hall, mouth agape. Ever since she made it to Hogwarts she had been speechless at how beautiful it was. There were so many things she hadn't seen before; so many things she wouldn't believe if she wasn't seeing before her very eyes. As she walked into the great hall she surveyed the room, looking for her fellow Ravens. Making her way over to the table she chose a spot in the middle.

All the food spread before her looked delicious! She grabbed a few small cakes and poured herself a cup of tea and ate quietly, looking around to see if there was anyone she recognized. Brushing a lock red hair behind her ear she took a sip of tea and choked . Sputtering she gulped down a few more mouthfuls of tea and cleared the obstruction. With a sigh of relief, she attended once again to her cake.

Basil walked down the Ravenclaw table looking for a place to sit. He had been feeling rather lonely since arriving at Hogwarts and hoped he would make friends soon. His family was far from being a warm bunch of people, but at this point even they seemed like a much better prospect than being so unfamiliar with his surroundings.

Seeing there was an empty spot next to a girl eating cake and tea he went to sit down.

A little disconcerted at seeing the girl choke and not knowing if it would be proper to give her a good pat on the back Basil nervously said, "A-are you okay?" Hoping she didn't die while he sat next to her. If she died right after he sat next to her it would give him an awful reputation. Then he would never make any friends and he would die a lonely old man. He was so preoccupied worrying about the girl dying he didn't even notice that she stopped choking until he was sure he had been staring at her for an awkwardly long period of time. Way to go, Bas, you're off to a great start making friends, he thought to himself.

Kat jumped when she realized someone was watching her choke."Ah, I-I'm fine!" Turning bright red, almost as red as her hair, she started rambling on about cake to try and distract from the fact that she had just choked on some. "Do you enjoy cake? I do! I love cake actually. Marbled yellow cake with chocolate frosting is one of my favorites, although pound cake is very good too. Does pound cake count as cake? It's almost like a bread..."

Kat rambled on and on, trying to cover up the fact that she had just choked on that darn piece of cake. Shut up Kat, shut up! He doesn't want to hear your life story pertaining to cake, but alas, her mouth just wouldn't listen to her brain. "Chocolate bundt cake is really good too, especially if you put chocolate chips in it!...Ah! How rude of me. My name is Kat Hawthorne." Kat stuck out her hand and smiled, a little more relaxed and a little less red after her rant.

"I don't have a choice.... I have to go... but you guys are invited to come home with me for christmas!" Jayden said cheerfully, she knew her parents wouldn't mind. Well.. her father wouldn't anyway, but her mum might, but she would get over it eventually.

When Basil stopped just staring at the-girl-who-choked he realized she was rambling about cake. Some of these cakes were things he had never even heard of. What in Merlin's name was a pound cake? Did it have to weigh a pound? And if it did, then once you ate some was it no longer considered pound cake since it surely would no longer weigh a pound. Or was it a cake that always replenished itself to being a pound in weight. He had never heard of a magic cake that would always be of a certain weight, but he made a mental note to ask his family's house elf about this the next time he was home.

After making this mental note, Basil realised he had once again been staring and the girl was now looking at him with her hand out. Had she just introduced herself and he missed it because he was concerned about regenerating cakes?! Oh man, I really am going to die a lonely old man if I can't even listen to someone introduce themselves without messing it up, he thought morbidly. Should he ask for her name again? Would she hate him for that? Surely she would hate him more if he called her a name that wasn't hers, so he should just ask her what her name was again, right?

He took her hand and shook it firmly to try and give off an air of confidence he didn't really have (but his Father told him to always act like he had when introducing himself), "I'm Basil. Basil A. Mephisto Ferguson. Sorry I didn't quite catch your name. I was intrigued by the prospect of this regenerative pound cake you mentioned. Pleasedon'thateme." I hope I didn't say that last part out loud, he thought turning a bit red with embarrassment.

Basil A. Mephisto Ferguson. Wow, that's quite a name, Kat thought to herself. Kat giggled as he shook her hand. "Nice to meet you Basil. I'm Kat...like cat, but with a 'k,' and it's not short for anything either, in case you were wondering. And don't worry, it takes a lot more than that for me to hate someone."

Kat took a moment to think about the prospect of a regenerative cake. "Hmm, I'm not sure why they call it a pound cake, but I'm quite sure it doesn't regenerate itself. Although, that's an amazing idea! I hope I learn a spell to make a regenerating cake! Then I'd never have to worry about running out."

Turning back towards her cake, Kat took another bite of her cake and realized Basil didn't have any. She took the liberty of selecting a few delicious looking cakes from the table and offered him the plate. "Would you like some cake, Basil? They're quite delicious!"

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Beatrice felt very exhausted.She had practiced proper correct movements with her friend Orr, late last evening. She had been very indulged into perfecting it that she wasn't attentive enough with the time. By the moment she felt dizzy, her watch showed that it was already one o'clock in the morning. She was the only one left in the common room, all her friends went to sleep earlier.

And that is why now, Beezus is feeling as if her head was under construction. She could not think well and her eyes were still blurry. She felt very tired and her mind was undeniably spinning. Not to mention that her stomach was making frenzy sounds now, signalling that she was hungry. And with that, after dressing up, she went to the Great Hall.

She saw only a few number of the Ravenclawson the Ravenclaw House Table as it was still early in the morning. Yawning, she proceeded and took a seat, and slowly choose some food for her breasfast. This is gonna be some day, she thought. Chewing her food and looking at the other students.

Kat with a "K". It must be nice to have a normal name, Basil thought brushing off his embarrassment at saying "don'thatemeplease" out loud since this strangely nice girl didn't seem to mind. So pound cake didn't regenerate itself, then? Well what was the point of such a misleading cake name? Basil wondered if her family's house elf knew about regenerating cakes. Maybe he would ask her. But what if her family didn't have a house elf. Then she would hate him and he would die a lonely old man. Right. Don't ask about House elfs or anything else that shows just how much of a snooty rich pureblood family you come from.

Basil was a little shocked at the nice gesture of Kat offering him some cake. He had almost forgot he had originally intended to eat when he came to the Great Hall earlier. "O-oh. Yes. Thank you. I love cake. My house elf, Floop, makes cake for me all the time." If there was a surface nearby that wasn't covered in food, Basil would have surely smack his head into it. Way to make yourself sound normal, Bas. Now she will definitely not want to be your friend. Well, maybe she was too busy eating cake or something and did't hear that he mentioned house elves. Basil engrossed himself in eating cake and drinking Pumpkin juice so that he didn't have to look at Kat and wouldn't make a fool of himself anymore.

Kat was delighted that Basil took the cake. She hoped he liked the cake. She usually had fairly good taste in cake, but she was nervous she'd make a bad first impression on Basil.

Kat's eyes lit up at the mention of the house elf. She'd never actually thought elves were real, or that they were like...butlers...cooks...maids? "Oooh, a house elf? Is that like...a butler...but an elf? That's so fancy! Does he help you clean your room? I hate cleaning my room. It gets so messy and I don't know how, and picking it up takes sooooo much effort. I wonder if they have a spell for cleaning. That would be so convenient!" Kat realized she was babbling again and promptly stopped, taking a bite of cake and sip of tea. Girl, you need to learn to check yourself sometimes. Calm down, breathe. I mean, he's totally cute so you don't want him to hate you and your lack of knowledge for all things magical.

Kat sat there worrying about her big mouth, but her curiosity started nagging at the back of her mind and before she could stop herself, she was asking more questions. "Hey Basil, what does the 'A' in your name stand for? It's gotta be something cool, I mean, the rest of your name is so cool!" Idiot! "Your name sounds so cool." I mean listen to yourself Kat, how awkward can you get. Taking a sip of tea, she blushed a little, trying to hide her insecurities as best she could.

"Oh Merlin, I'm hungry" he said loudly.
He'd wait for her to start eating because he didn't want to seem impatient.

"Me too!" she said. She filled her plate with chicken, salad, and a few fruits and of course a Cauldron Cake her favorite. She started eating and realized owls were still bringing mail. "I must have another letter I see my owl" she said. She waited for her owl to drop off the letter as she was eating.

Scott smiled, and filled his plate with similar foods, but in larger proportions. He looked around, and everyone seemed to have about the same amount as him.
He tucked in and was thoroughly enjoying it until her owl arrived.
'I mustn't ask what's in the letter' he thought to himself.
"OH GOD!" he exclaimed. "I was supposed to send my parents a letter yesterday!" he felt guilty again "I suppose it can wait another hour or two" he smiled.

She stopped eating and took the letter from her owl. Thank you Lily she told the owl and gave her an owl treat and watched as she flew back to the Owlery. She opened the letter it didn't say who it was from on the envelope. She began to read the letter.

Dear Chelsea,
Durmstrang is off on break I haven't talked to you in a long time so I decided I'd send you a letter. So are you enjoying your self at Hogwarts? I hear your trying out for Quidditch as Seeker...well watch out because next year you'll have your self a bit of competition. My parents have decided to send me to Hogwarts for my third year so this will be my last year at Durmstrang. Their so terribly strict there I'll be thrilled to get out of that place. I hope your doing well but by the sounds of it you are.
- Oliver

She was excited "awesome" she said after reading the letter as she started eating again. "You should probably send them a letter soon. If your parents are anything like my aunt they are probably freaking out" she smiled.

"I will do soon" he smiled. "You sound happy!" he smiled again.
He didn't want to ask because now whenever he did he felt intrusive.
At that moment his little ginger cat came and sat next to him on the table.
"What on earth are you doing out of the common room?" he asked the cat, then looked at Chelsea and gave her a wierd smile.

She smiled "I am my friend Oliver Knight is coming to Hogwarts next year he goes to Durmstrang now but his parents finally decided to send him here" she said. Chelsea looked at the cat she was more of a dog person but she liked cats too. "Cute cat whats its name?" she asked while petting the cat.

Basil coughed on his Pumpkin Juice when Kat asked him about house elfs. It seems she was listening, but so far she didn't seem to hate him, so things were going well. "I guess house elfs might be like a... what did you say? a Budler? I don't know what a Budler is, but I guess they could be like that. My room is never messy, but I never clean it, so I guess that must mean Floop cleans it... I had never really thought about it."

How does she not know about house elfs? Is Kat a muggleborn? That is so cool. Would she hate me for asking about that? Basil's mind was zooming with questions so fast that he almost missed Kat asking about the "A" in his name. What?! She thinks my name is cool?! Why?! It's such a stupid name. Choking a bit on bit of cake he was eating, Basil decided he probably wouldn't get much over on Kat and launched into the ridiculousness that is his name.

"It doesn't stand for anything. It's just an 'A.' In my family the Second-born child always has the Mother's Mother's name as their first middle name and the Father's Father's name as their second middle name. It's a tradition. Don't ask why. I don't even know why. Anyway, my grandmother's name is Annabelle and my parents felt bad giving me such a girly name, so they just gave me an 'A.' It was probably the nicest thing they ever did for me." Basil laughed nervously and reached across the table for some pudding to eat more as a distraction than for want of pudding.

The Great Hall
 

Yawning also, Severina sits down. HI! I am hoping my mother is doing OK, It's her first day back with the animals. She's a veterinarian. I am starved, and I am missed my cat, she died of a abad infection. I think she was cursed. I want to work with animals, magical creatures... I want to raise and breed thestrals.... I love them.... First chance we get I want to get to Diagon Alley again and check out the cats. Just didn't have time this trip in..... Severina tucks into her pancakes and bacon...:sevribbon:

He smiled back "Oh that's really cool!" he continued "It will be great to meet him"
He looked back at the cat and then at her, "Oscar" he replied with a smile, he stroked the cat under it's chin and it started purring loudly.

"Oh yeah, it's charms class now" he smiled, got up and started walking out "Are you coming?" he asked.
He found a friend of his outside the hall "Take him to the common room please" he smiled.
The boy did as he said.

"A butler is a person who helps out around the house, like a servant, but I don't think they're very common anymore. In fact I don't think they've been common for a couple hundred years or so. I sure wish I had someone to pick up my room for me, but then I might just leave everything laying about and it would just look a dreadful mess and be quite a bit of work for whoever has to clean it up."

Excited to her the explanation of his name, Kat turned and sat crosslegged on the bench. She nodded enthusiastically while Basil talked while munching on some cookies. When he had finished his explanation she sat back in awe. "There's so much tradition in your name! That's so cool! My parents were so uncreative with my name, and didn't even bother giving me a middle name, let alone two."

Finally finishing her cake, Kat pushed her plate away from her, although the cornucopia of tantalizing food spread along the table was teasing her. I should probably stop eating...but I've never seen so many of these cakes and cookies and foods before that I just can't help myself! Kat took a delicious looking tart and a few cookies and refilled her cup with tea.

"Do you have any pets? I'm debating between a cat and an owl. I figure an owl will be more useful but I love cats so I can't decide! Although, maybe a cat would get bored sitting in the common room all the time. At least the owl could get out and fly around, you know, see a little bit of the outside world."

It was time to go and get something to eat after a hard morning of studying magic. Orr headed to the Great Hall where she noticed that there were a few students sitting at the tables...just an handful of students were at each of the tables.

She sat down at the Ravenclaw and stared at her empty plate, trying to decide what she wanted to eat, when something caught her attention. She looked up to see the Slytherin girl who had the same name as her walk into the great hall.

Orr wondered if she was bold enough to get her attention and talk to her. She was always happy to meet someone else who shared her unique name. "Um...um Aurora...Aurora Quinn?" She called out and started to wave at the girl.

Aurora's feeling kinda nasty...
 

Aurora was really hungry... She made her way into the Great Hall, still carrying her violin case and picking at the stubborn red stain on her jumper, and was headed straight for the Slytherin table when...

Aurora turned to see who was calling her, scowling. Whoever it was they had interrupted her on her way to food and that was not a good idea. She caught sight of a little first year at the Ravenclaw table who was waving. She walked over. "What?" she said curtly, far too hungry to care. She bent and picked up a bread roll from the table, ripping a bit off and eating it as she waited for the annoying little first year to reply.

I can see that :P
 

At Aurora's curt reply, Orr hesitated for a fraction of a second before she thought to herself, You need to be more bold because otherwise noone will respect you.

Gathering her courage, she said boldly, "Hi Aurora. I'm Aurora." She laughed a little, "Yeah, what a coincidence that we share the same name. We have the same DADA class together and I just wanted to meet you in person outside the classroom. You can call me Orr if you like...it will be less confusing I suppose. Anyway, just wanted to say 'Hey'. Sorry if I interrupted you."

Well--that wasn't so bad Orr thought to herself. She had stood up and spoke to an older student boldly and to a Slytherin nonetheless.

Seriously... she'd had her dinner delayed for this? She put her violin case down on the bench so that she could spread some butter on the bread she was holding. "I don't care." she said to the younger girl. "And I don't see why I should have to call you anything." she added. Honestly, surnames were enough for these kids sometimes, and it wasn't like they were going to be spending any time together. Unless... first years did seem like the right sort of people to test potions on... and there was one that she'd been working on for a while. "You. Do you like potions?" she asked, not bothering with names - just to make a point.

Orr couldn't believe how rude the older girl was. She wondered if it was just her or her Snake-like traits which came from her being a Slytherin. Orr decided that it was just this Aurora's nature. Her friend Zhenya was also a Slytherin and was as friendly as could be. But to be on the safe side, she had better not mention being a muggleborn.

What was this girl's problem? In any case she had stopped and was kind enough to talk to Orr and Orr supposed that she should feel honoured but she really didn't.

What had she asked? Oh Potions? Well that was easy to answer.

She answered, "Yeah, I like Potions."

Aurora sighed, this girl clearly had no idea that it was a bad idea to interrupt Aurora's dinner. To be honest, it was a bad idea to interrupt Aurora about anything. Finally the girl answered.

"Good. I might ask you to help me with something." she said. If she turned out to be good enough... Finishing the bread and butter Aurora took out her wand and pointed it at her sleeve where the dark crimson mark was still refusing to budge. She muttered a few cleaning spells and managed to siphon most of it off... then she glanced back up to the other Aurora. "Word of advice for you, kid. Do not ever interrupt me when I'm on my way to eat. Ever. Because next time I might not be so nice." Well, she was here now and there was food on this table too. Shame all the table decoration was blue rather than green though, she shifted her violin case onto the floor and filled a plate with lunch. Oooh, spaghetti...

Orr lifted an eyebrow at Aurora's statement. She might ask me to help her with something?! It would be interesting to be asked to do something--hopefully not something too terrible or dangerous.

Still she nodded at Aurora's word of advice, "Duly noted" she replied and thought that Aurora had the nerve to insult her and then sit at her table to eat.

Squinting her eyes out her, Orr handed a bowl to her, might as well be friendly even if she never expected anything to come of it or to get a 'Thanks' in reply.

Hmm, she didn't answer back. Sensible kid. "Don't worry, I'll try not to kill you." Yeah, not 'I won't try to kill you' but I'll try not to kill you.' She was sort of joking... sort of.

"Good, that'll help you." she said, the edges of her mouth twitching slightly. She kind of felt sorry for the kid, it wasn't her fault Aurora was in a foul mood...

O___o She was still being friendly..? Aurora took the bowl. "Um, thanks." she said. Well, she might as well make some sort of conversation, "So, have you met any other older students?" she asked. Because it was always good to get your influence over who other kids liked...

She would TRY not to KILL me? Orr thought. What had she gotten herself into?! She was a fool to have thought that this girl would be friendly but her mother had taught her good manners and she could not just get up and leave as much as she dearly wanted to.

And now the other Aurora asked her another question. She really ran hot and cold at the same time. Orr had better watch out because this girl really did spell out TROUBLE and boy, one thing that she didn't want to get into was trouble especially at Hogwarts. Who knew what kind of punishments they gave misbehaving students besides deducing points...

Well she might has well give her an answer, "Well no. Not really. Not anyone from your year and above but I have met a really standoffish second year in my house whom you do remind me of. Must be the air here at Hogwarts..." she shrugged while dishing some food on to her plate.

What... O____o That was the wrong thing to say... Aurora put down her cutlery and stared at the kid. "You need to learn a bit of respect for people older than you." she hissed. "If you carry on like this you are going to be shot down, especially by the older students. You know the head girl? I got on her nerves the tiniest bit and ended up in the hospital wing so you better watch your mouth." That wasn't strictly true, it was probably Marie... not Evelyn who had caused the hospital visit... Aurora stood up, "I don't know who you think you are, but be careful what you say." she finished, grabbing her violin and waiting to see if the kid had a response to that.

Orr wasn't going to lie to herself, she was nervous by Aurora's response. But then she didn't want to respect older students just because they were older than her. She deserved respect even if she was just a little first year and then she would give them the respect they deserve.

She spoke coldly, "Look, let's be honest. I made a mistake talking to you and we'll never be friends. That's fine by me. As for respect? I only respect my elders when they give me respect and/or give me a reason to respect them. Besides, except for the fact that you're two-three years older than me and have been at Hogwarts for the same amount of time, you're not really my elder plus you acted like I was nothing just now. So why should I give you respect?"

Orr stared at Aurora in defiance biting her lip a little. Well she really put her foot in her mouth didn't she? Well she had had girls fighting her in her old school and she had been fearless. But that was with your friends there! Whispered a voice in her head, Yeah, but she couldn't be so scared of anyone here otherwise she would end up being scared of her own shadow.

Aurora wanted nothing more than to curse the kids mouth closed right now. She slung the strap of her violin case over her shoulder and took her wand from its holster. She pointed it into The Other Aurora's face as she muttered "You are not a smart kid. I don't know why the sorting hat put you into Ravenclaw but I swear, if you carry on like this you are going to get yourself into a lot of trouble." Turning to leave she discreetly added a little something to the kids drink, something she'd been dying to use for about... three weeks? A little solution that would turn the kids hair green for a few days. Sure, it was juvenile, but the kid deserved it. She couldn't have seen the bottle tip into her drink so, as Aurora turned to leave she muttered, only just audibly. "You're mean, maybe you should have been Slytherin. Let's see if you can show your true colours." She reeaaallllyyyyy hoped the girl would drink it. There was no way to prove that Aurora had put it there, in fact, there was no way to prove that it would be a potion that changed the kids hair... she just really hoped it worked.

I had a great rp time with you ;) thanks!
 

Orr gave a little smirk. She definitely knew how to push Aurora's buttons it seemed. She grinned at Aurora and said, "Maybe you're just really good at bring out my inner Slytherin?"

She watched Aurora get up and put her wand in Orr's face. uh oh....I really didn't think this through Orr thought to herself. She started chanting to herself, Keep calm, keep calm!

She closed her eyes not willing to see what spell Aurora would use on her. She waited a few seconds waiting for something to happen. Nothing happened. Instead she heard Aurora's voice: "You're mean, maybe you should have been Slytherin. Let's see if you can show your true colours."

Or opened her eyes to see Aurora turn and leave. That was it!? She had thought that Aurora was going to really do something to her...Orr sighed and picked up her goblet. As she tilted it to take a drink...Aurora's parting words came back to her show your true colours. What did she mean by that?

Orr thought for a sec, had she cast a spell without Orr knowing it? She took out her little mirror and looked at her reflection--smooth pale skin, hazel, and brown hair stared back at her.

So Aurora hadn't done anything--yet. Orr looked at her plate of food and goblet suspiciously. She wouldn't, would she?

Either way she wasn't going to take a chance-- Orr picked up a teaspoon and dipped it into her pumpkin juice gathering some liquid. She looked up and saw that there was a little flower presentation on the table near her. She pulled it towards her and tilted the liquid on to the plant-- almost immediately, the plant glowed a bright green.

"Sneaky but clever." Aurora mumbled to herself. She wasn't going to finish her food and drink now. She looked at her goblet, maybe she should keep it. Learn what the ingredients were and so forth. It could also be used as evidence against the other Aurora.

She grabbed the goblet and left the Great Hall

"Wow. A Butler is a real person? That's really cool. Is that a muggle thing then? Are you half or muggleborn? Can you tell me more about muggle things?" Basil gave up all pretenses about blood-status because he was so excited by the prospect of learning about muggle things. He had always wanted to learn about muggles, but his family has strictly shut down that idea saying it wasn't proper (in rather less polite words than that). This, of course, had only sparked Basil's curiosity about muggles more, so he was floored by the prospect of finally having someone to tell him about them.

"My name really isn't creative at all though, they just followed some silly unwritten rules about how they should name me so they didn't actually have to put effort into it." Dranking some more juice, Basil continued, "so does that mean muggles don't have naming traditions, then?" He wanted to ask all sorts of questions about muggles, but he restrained himself knowing that he needed to make this friendship secure first.

"I have a cat, but my mum wouldn't let me bring him to school with me. I think magical cats are somehow able to get out of the common rooms and go do their own things when their owners aren't around. Otherwise there would probably be a lot of cat fights in the common rooms, don't you think?" Basil mused about this for a second and took a bite of his food while steeling himself to ask his real question. The most important question. "Do you by any chance want to be my study partner? You can say no if you hate me or something, don't worry. Nevermind. Sorry." Basil. Shut up. Stop talking. what are you thinking?! There goes you're only chance at a friend.

"I'm muggleborn, so I don't really know about magical things very much. It was a little embarrassing when I went to Diagon Alley to get my wand...I started talking to the measuring tape because it moved....but it wasn't actually alive." Kat blushed a little, chuckling to herself. "Of course you can ask me about muggle things, but only if I can ask you about magical things." Kat was excited to make a friend who would know about the magical world and it's plethora of strange items.

"Some muggles have naming traditions, but usually it's only very rich families, or very proud families. I have no idea where my name comes from...I think my parents just really liked cats...so they named me Kat."

Kat was dumbfounded at the prospect of magical cats. Wait, wait, wait...even cats can use magic? I'd better be sure to get a magical cat, if I end up getting a cat. But what if my cat is better at magic than me...maybe it wouldn't listen to me at all...not that cats really ever do."

When Basil asked Kat to be his study partner, she turned bright red, almost as red as her hair. I wanna be his study partner, but how do I respond to him without sounding too desperate... "I-um, I'd love to be your study partner!" Uugh, way to screw that up... Kat smiled at Basil, trying to keep herself from turning into a tomato. "And no, I don't hate you! Not at all, you dork!" She punched Basil playfully on the arm.

Getting up from the bench and stretching, Kat tapped Basil on the shoulder. "Should we go explore the castle a bit? I'm getting a bit stiff just sitting here."

Laila/Louisa! ^_^
 

Done with the Frogs-Saliva soap sneaking plan, Louisa was up for the next birthday present for Dal. Although she had a bunch of gifts for him hidden veeery well in her dorm, those were to go to the Giant Squid. At least that wouldn't stomp on her heart and then pretend to be caring. Hmph.

The only problem was... where was this boy? Since Ellie wasn't in her dorm, it was so likely that both of them were crammed in the brooms cupboard where most couples went to have 'privacy'. Being his birthday Louisa was convinced by that and made her way to the ground floor, past the Great Ha-

...wait what? She ran to the wall next to the huge double doors that opened up at the Hall and peered around very sneakily. There he was. Sitting at the house table. Alone.

She. Could. Not. Believe. Her. Luck.

Suppressing a victorious cheer and dance Louisa got her hiccup sweets out of her pockets - make that purposefully crunched hiccup sweets - and walked in, very innocently walking near HER house table. She went all the way to the end of the table and took a relatively near spot from him, on the opposite side, without giving him any kind of attention whatsoever.

She brought the mashed potatoes dish to her and sprayed the crunched sweets over it before scooping a few and dropping it into her plate.

From under the table, she got her wand out and muttered, "Locomotor plate." the tip of the wand above the table and toward Dal's plate which vibrated and flew off the table to the floor.

Her chance was that he'd bend down, get it and then back up while she switched the dish of mashed potatoes that laid in front of him with hers. Easy? No way.

Sarah all but ran to grab a seat at the Ravenclaw table. When was the last time I ate here? At the sorting? she thought to herself. "I think I should come to meals a little more regularly! I'm starving!" she said to Fallon before diving into some roast turkey and trimmings. "Ooh, biscuits!" she said as she reached into the basket in front of her before chowing down. She then noticed some of the looks the surrounding students were giving her. "Oh where are my manners!?! Sorry!" she said, brushing away the crumbs on her shirt. "Fallon, if you ever notice that I've disappeared again, please find me and make me eat something. I've never been so hungry in my life!"

Fallon giggled at her apparently starved friend. "Too bad the kitchens are closed off to students, then we could go eat any time we like!" She exclaimed, thinking of the stories her mother had told her about the house elves.

She waved jovially at her staring classmates before realizing how empty the Great Hall was. "Oh that's right!" She gasped. "We're missing Sir Nicholas's Deathday party! We should head down there, I'm sure there's food." She teased her hungry friend, jumping up and dragging Sarah away.

"Ghosts? Party? I'm sold!!!" said Sarah between mouthfuls. "I usually attend my great great aunt Olga's deathday party but that thing is so..." Sarah looked for a word to describe the scene of her aunt's party but could only come up with one: "Dead. That is the only way to describe it! Let's go!" Sarah stuffed her pockets with some cookies for later and in the anticipation that the food was going to be as dead as her great great aunt Olga...

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ooc: to the deathday party!

Lame reply, sorry! D:
 

What a wonderful birthday lunch.

*snort* Oh well, it didn't really matter. He'd already seen Ellie today and had eaten a bunch of sweets to this wasn't really important. It was just to fill up his stomach, really. He reached for a few things - some bread, some mashed potatoes - to eat just as the plate in front of him started moving. He stared wide-eyed at it, scooting away...

...And it fell. On the floor. With a sigh Dallin leaned down, reached under the table and scooted the plate toward him with his fingertips. He inspected it for a moment before deciding it was too dirty to use, so he set it on the bench a little ways away from him and grabbed a new one. There. Now for the food. Bread, mashed potatoes, and chicken. A feast fit for a man.

Nah. Our lameness match anyway. xD
 

... and he was under. A bang of adrenaline went through Louisa as she jumped up, grabbed the hiccup sweetened plate and shoved it to the spot on Dal's left side because using magic while her mind was racing was a risk she wouldn't take - things might explode. The plan was to remove the other mashed potatoes dish but it wasn't possible to reach it from her spot, even if she was stretched across the table to her body's top length. Instead she banged on the table, "Sorry!" and poured some pumpkin juice on the 'normal & healthy' dish making it look like she bumped into the table and caused it to fall on the plate.

Did it make sense?

It better did.

Quickly returning to her seat she was flushed, staring at her dish and gulping down a glass of pumpkin juice. She didn't dare to look at him. If the plan worked, she'd hear him hiccup.

Fingers crossed she hadn't confused the sweets with puking pastilles - being crunched made it difficult to differentiate them.

Oh, no it's fine. ^_^
 

Okay, that was weird. He could have sworn that there was only one plate of potatoes next to him when he had bent down to retrieve the levitating plate. There were two there now, though. Frowning at the one on his left he reached for a spoon and -

"UGH." He jumped back, scooting the bench back with a loud scraping sound. He watched pumpkin juice fall into the potatoes and looked up to see what the problem was.

Louisa. You have got to be kidding me. Dallin threw his arms up in a 'what was that?' gesture, but didn't say anything. The girl had it out for him, and he didn't want to start another argument in some place as public as this. Although that might actually be a smart idea, considering there'd be witnesses if she hexed him... but no. He was an adult, and he was going to act like one. So he turned to the pumpkin-free potatoes and put some on his plate before taking a bite. HA, Louisa. Look at that, Dallin's mature.

...She didn't even wish him a happy birthday.

She did see him from the corner of her eye that he threw his arms in the air. And she almost shook with nervousness. He saw her and actually interact with her, even if it was in a passive way. Something made her feel sorry for him, or was it guilty? She shoved it deep down where her mind couldn't reach it and brought the sickening feeling she had for a whole week that month.

Yeah. That made it feel better.

She didn't touch her own mashed potatoes of course but drank the rest of the pumpkin juice, stuffed her mouth with something random and got up with her book in one hand - her wand hidden inside its pages - and paused giving Dal a blank look. She was chewing on the food that she randomly ate as her eyes scanned his face. Her heart gave a slight leap and right after swallowing she spoke, "You're seventeen, now." Umm... yeah, things weren't going as planned apparently. She should shoot him a dry comment and leave already, watch her hiccup sweets making their effect on him from afar and enjoying the scene.

Or not. "H-h-happy Birthday," she blurted out, cold stare and tone, and moved away as casually as possible. Once she got to the double doors, she was going to watch him from there. And that birthday wish? Louisa was getting used to her stupid tongue that worked on its own without consulting her brilliant head. That made things not only complicated but contradictory.

Unless he didn't eat the potatoes.

Oh, so she was talking to him again? Dallin stared at her, not responding to her 'you're seventeen' comment. Because even though just seconds before he had wanted her to wish him a happy birthday... now he didn't want her to. Because he had TRIED to fix things between them, and she shouldn't -

Hiccup.

- She shouldn't act all casual when she had turned down his attempt at friendship. A sorry would be nice, or something. Maybe just -

Hiccup.

- Maybe just saying that she forgave him for not knowing what he had done to her? Sighing, he put his head in his hands in his table. Just as -

Hiccup.

- She told him happy birthday. He lifted his head up again just as his body wracked with another hiccup. Where had they come from all of the sudden? Dallin watched Louisa walk to the doors before turning around and gulping down the rest of his pumpkin juice in an attempt to stop hiccuping.

... Hiccup.

So. It kind of worked. And she didn't expect to notice that from all the way to the doors. She wasn't standing there staring at him, jumping with each hiccup, but had stood her back to the wall next to the doors and stared blankly at the wall opposite of her.

One thought was going through her mind; she was a lousy prankster. First, she felt awful. Second, that evil giggle that was supposed to come didn't. Third, she was still thinking about why he wouldn't utter a word when she talked to him.

That last thought was the main theme in her head at the moment. Was he really angry about that day when she shouted at him? It was perfectly reasonable to her, the shouting part that is. Maybe because she was the shouter? B-b-but he never complained about it, it wasn't the first time she snapped or used harsh words with him. He seemed perfectly fine all the time. Why not that day, then?

"I'm going crazy." Saying to no one in particular, the girl peered around to take another look at him. If anything, she was getting sick of acting like this - bothering him and 'her', ruining the good thing she had with him, and consuming much time thinking about it. Yeah, that was either crazy or being malignant, Louisa preferred the former.

For anyone. :D
 

Dallin was listening for the door to close. The Hall was quiet enough at the moment that he would be able to hear it... but it didn't come. Which meant *hiccup* that Louisa had to still be in the room.

Chancing a look behind him he saw that yes, she was still there. Standing against the wall just staring. What she was staring at, though, Dallin couldn't tell. *Hiccup* He turned back to the table, but suddenly his appetite was gone. He didn't think that he would be able to eat with hiccups like this anyway. So he just stood up and walked to the doors.

Without looking at Louisa as he passed, he muttered, "Thank-" *hiccup* "-you," and walked out. He couldn't help himself; he just had to say something to her. But he couldn't bring himself to actually stop and say it to her face.

...He had to go find something to get rid of his hiccups.

Scott walked into the Great Hall holding Chelsea's hand, and quickly rushed to the table, but pulling a chair out for her to sit on.
He took about 5 chicken drumsticks and loads of salad.
The plates were cleaner than the last time he came. He sipped some pumpkin juice and smiled at Chelsea. Hogwarts was amazing.

She smiled as he pulled a chair out for her. "Thanks"

She put chicken and salad on her plate and looked over at Scott. "Someone is hungry..." she said laughing.

Her owl came into the great hall and brought a Daily Prophet. Looking at the front page she saw her parents on the cover...again. Not what I want to read she thought. But she smiled when Scott smiled at her.
He seems to be a bit more cheerful now than he was earlier

"You'd better believe it!" he chuckled.
"Ignore it" he smiled "Enjoy yourself, read it later"

He wondered why they had muggle food here, but grabbed some pasta as a side dish. Mmmmm.

Chelsea had a lot of Owl visits, she was well informed, unlike Scott.

"Alright I will" she smiled at him. Putting the Daily Prophet aside along with the letters from her aunt and uncle, she grabbed a few sweets.

"So you seem to be in a better mood" she told him smiling. It was almost strange to see him this cheerful after how he was earlier.

"Good" he smiled "They aren't as good as the Muggle Studies sweets are they?"

"Well let's just say I had a realization" he smiled again. But..her parents, the letter!
Oh well he'd ask her later.

She smiled "I actually haven't tried any of the muggle sweets yet. I'm not quite sure what they are" she said.

A realization? "Really? What was it?" she asked smiling. She was glad he was in a good mood so she would just open the two letters later.

"Oh you must do!" he grinned "They're delicious" he was going off on a tangent, but they were so nice!

"That whatever I do, I have my friends and family to support me, to help me." he stopped for a moment.
"And although I may be stuck in the middle of a war I didn't know existed until yesterday, I still have love" he leaned in and kissed her.

"I guess I'll have to try some" she said while grabbing some muggle candy.

She smiled that was probably one of the sweetest kisses she ever received from him. "Thats true. You won't have to do this alone you have many people backing you up" she smiled. She would be there for him whenever he needed her.

She opened the letter from her aunt because she probably knew what it was about. And it wasn't about her parents or anything stressful...thankfully

He smiled at everything she said or did, whilst shoving pasta in his mouth.
"Sorry, I shouldn't be getting you involved, it's too dangerous" he withdrew again.
He saw the letter. "What's it say?" he said gently.

"Don't worry about it. I want to be there and help any way I can" she smiled at him. She could tell he cared about her but what he didn't know was she already was involved.

"I decided to tell my aunt that I'm with the most wonderful boy ever and she's happy" she said handing him the letter.

Dear Chelsea,
I knew it. I could tell from your last letter you started dating someone. I'm very happy for you and would love to meet him. By the way you have described him has made him sound like a very nice boy. I hope he is treating you right and not distracting you from your studies though...But I know you better than that so I'm just very happy for you. I know what your feeling I started dating your uncle my first year and now look at us. Love you and tell Scott I can't wait to meet him.
With love,
Aunt Astoria

"Really?" that was an incredibly brave thing to say, considering the seriousness of the situation.

He read the letter and a big smile spread across his face. "Your aunt sounds really nice, and nonjudgmental" he said quietly. "I'm really excited about meeting her!"

Wow, what a nice tone in that letter.

"Yes I want to help. I'm not just going to sit here and do nothing in such a serious situation. Your important to me and I want to help" she said smiled.

She smiled "She's very nice so is my uncle and yeah their very nonjudgemental. She's also just happy to see me happy"

"I'm just a bit nervous to meet your family considering the situation with my parents" Truthfully she was a bit nervous but she also believed everything would be fine.

"Thank you, that means a lot to me" he smiled warmly. "Don't worry, they won't judge you" he thought about this and confirmed "You're a completely different person to your parents, don't let them bring you down"

He thought about that Centaur in Divination, 7 house points taken away, just like that!

trot ! trot ! trot !
 

Skipping and leaping towards the Great Hall, Beatrice was feeling very light. She was happy. Really, she was. It was her birthday ! And even though no one in Hogwarts had greeted her, it was fine because she received a letter from her aunt and it was worth a hundred greetings.

She sat on one side of the Ravenclaw House Table and helped herself to some bacon and macaroni. She also couldn't resist the aroma of the blueberry muffins and she also took a full cup of Pumpkin Juice. She was grinning broadly but she also hoped that someone might actually greet her.

"Hey Beatrice" he smiled.He was becoming more casual with his greetings and less polite.
"This is Chelsea" he said gesturing to the girl sitting next to him. He choked a bit "My girlfriend"
Good idea? Maybe not, she probably hated him. He saw how she reacted to Harvey and that was NOT good.

Hey Beatrice, someone called out to her. Maybe to greet her perhaps ? But when she looked it was Scott. And he probably didn't know about it. "Ohaii there !" she greeted him back. At least now this guy was starting to notice her existence unlike a few months ago.

And then...Girlfriend ? Beatrice's eyes literally went O with surprise, she almost choked on her food but luckily grabbed the pumpkin juice before any vomit session. "Come again ? Your girlfriend ?" she asked, hardly believing. Merlin's beard, they were first years and they have girlfriends ? What's happening to this place ?

"Ok I won't worry then" she smiled.

"I won't. and I won't even have to worry about it once I find that letter. I just hope I find it before trials are over" she said. She wanted her parents to stay in Azkaban.

Scott smiled at her, she had been a bit touchy recently so it was nice to see her happy. "Yes, girlfriend" his face dropped, she was quite judgmental.
He smiled slightly, but it felt forced, he knew exactly what she was thinking.

"When you find it, you should send it to your uncle" he smiled again, happy as ever. "Either way, you're safe here" he added gently.
He then stopped and thought about this. He whispered in her ear "Maybe we should continue this conversation later" he smiled, he didn't want her to go, just stop talking about her parents or Azkaban, there were people watching.

She leaned in and whispered "Trust me I will" she smiled. The letter hadn't been in the Common Room so where could it be...Maybe she left it in the room of requirement.

Her arm started throbbing "I'm going to go back to the room of requirement for a while theres a few things I want to practice and something I need to look for" she wanted to tell him what happened but not here. So if he followed her she would say something maybe she just didn't want to worry him right now since he was in such a good mood. She kissed him and got up and left.

Besides that girl beezus had made Chelsea feel a bit uncomfortable with how judgmental her statement sounded.

He smiled at her warmly. He didn't want her to go, but he understood what she needed to do. "Okay, see you later" he said gently.
He watched her as she left the room.

It then dawned on him how much of a stupid name 'Beezus' was, he much preferred Beatrice, and that's why her called her that.