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Staff Table The staff are seated at a long table stretching across a dais at the front of the room. Feel free to come up and greet them after the feast has started. The glittering night sky is clear and visible through the enchanted ceiling, and the floating candles bedeck the entire hall in a warm golden light. All seems well with the world, aside from the empty plates still waiting for food to appear. Click Picture To Enlarge . |
Hecate sat at the table looking down in her chalice, swirling the liquid in the cup. She watched the fluid dance on the sides of the pewter, sparkling and retrieving as the mass moved. She gave one big sigh and took a sip. Another year... another galleon... |
Chad took his seat at the staff table, eyebrow raised at the slight chaos amongst the silverware. Weird. Before he leaned back in his seat, Chad took a few moments to get his silverware and whatnot all together and neat. Ah, there. Muuuch better. |
Althea had parted ways with Eddie after the train, showing him where his quarters were and then heading to freshen up herself before arriving at the Great Hall. Not late of course, oh no. The students were still pouring in, and from what she could see the majority of her colleagues hadn't arrived yet either. She pursed her lips and then took a seat, tidily making herself comfortable, sitting straight and ladylike and looking about the hall, a slight frown on her face. |
What in the world was going on at the Slytherin table. She was not in any mood to deal with food fights. She was not in any mood to deal with unruly students... She was not going to have her students reprimanded by one of the new professor. She stood and made her way to the her house's table. |
With more confidence than she had ever had in the past, Kurumi made her way towards the staff table hoping to speak with Madam Donovan especially. But, first things first, she ought to greet firstly with Headmaster Tate and deliver her yearly batch of cookies. She had decide to not go with House cookies this year, and had gone for the more non-magical perspective of baking cookies in the shape of crayons of various colors. As she approached the table, she saw many new faces, but at least Professors Hadley and Bentley were still there. She did frown a bit when it was confirmed that Professor MacFusty would not be returning. She really needed him, especially after the stunt Walnut had tried to pull on the train. "Good evening, Headmaster, Professors," Kurumi said with a slight bow - and just in time for Professor Lafay to leave the table. Well, that made her feel a little less awkward. She set the white box on the table. |
Tegz. Mostly. Josephina had just been sorting through some photos of her time in Mexico when she realized the time. Students would be pouring into the castle at any moment and she was totally not prepared. Haphazardly tossing her photos to the side of her desk, she quickly freshened up her appearance before sliding down to the Great Hall. Fortunately she wasn't late as students were still filing in and even still getting sorted! Taking her customary seat, second from the end, she noticed there were only a couple of faces at the staff table - Hecate and Chad and one of the new professor hires too, from the looks of it. Scratching her ear, Fina wondered whether this was the Blacksmith or the woman with child. The woman didn't look to be so egotistical as to refuse her surname, nor did she seem like the type to be a fan of vampires. Bookbinder was possible though. Her thoughts were getting ahead of herself though, as she suddenly realized she'd been staring for far longer than appropriate. "Oh sorry. I zoned out there for a moment," she mused. "Josephina Hadley, Arithmancy Professor. And you are?" She'd find out in a moment which one she was that the prophet was talking about. |
The train ride in Althea's company had been wonderful and eventful, they had had several visits from curious students. After being shown to the Astronomy tower and all his other possessions they parted ways. Now Eddie walked into the Great Hall after changing clothes and giving his unpredictable kneazle a toy to play with. Heading up to the dias he went past the four student tables milling with students. Sitting down in his assigned seat, next to a brunette woman (Josephina) Edvard frowned. All the silverware was filthy and tarnished. Taking up a chalice he inspected it, at least that was clean or something close to it. Looking at the brown haired woman's set of silverware he calmly said "You might want to inspect your silverware. Mine is filthy and tarnished." |
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As he made his way over to the staff table, Everett let out a sigh of relief. The man had been somewhat worried that he had shown up late for the feast. After changing into robes that were more suited he had ended up getting distracted when he started to unpack robe after robe. And really he had just lost track of time. But as he finally took his seat at the staff table (after giving some of his colleagues a small nod) he noticed that children were still entering the hall. Everett leaned back in the chair, raising a brow at the student who had just arrived. Hello? His attention quickly fell onto the silverware in front of him. Did someone forget to wash up from the closing feast? |
For lots of people XD Ahh at last! The start of term feast... was she late? She hoped she wasn't, but if she was it wasn't her fault. The greenhouses had been in a shamble, almost as if it had been untouched since she left. Lucky she had returned a week early otherwise the students would have a serious bit of work to do to get things back into some state of order. But that’s what she was here for. Seren was her cheerful self, though she was slightly pre-occupied as she made her way along the length of the staff table toward her seat. "Edvard, Fina..." she greeted brightly offering them her usual sun-shine bright smile. Oh and another new staff member! (Althea) ... In Jared's seat, how sad. "Welcome," she greeted with a nod. "Chad," she nodded. Spotting the ever lovely Gryffindor resident cookie baker, Seren couldn't help but clap her hands in excitement. She loved cookies. "Miss Hollingberry, congratulations on your new position," she said with a wink. She couldn't think of anyone better to fill the position of Gryffindor Prefect, she was a worthy student indeed. Taking her seat and promptly filling her chalice with some fresh pumpkin juice, she was about to take a sip when.... "Merlin! ... is that?.... what is that?!" she eyed the chalice closely. It looked like it hadn't been washed, and whatever was dried to it did not look appealing in the least. She abandoned it, frowning slightly. Looking up she only then realised she was seated next to a new face. "Oh my..." she said taken by surprise. Where was Gemma? "So sorry, I'm Seren Bentley, resident herbologist," she said cheerfully again, extending her hand. |
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Now what? She couldn't just stand there looking awkward. That would make her look even more ridiculous than she already felt. Not to mention the swaying she was doing wasn't helping. "Good evening." She wanted to smack her forehead. She had already said that. "My name is Kurumi Hollingberry, forth year Gryffindor." Quote:
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Mm those cookies looked delicious... and there was no food yet... It wouldn't be too naughty to have one would it? Huh? "Summer?... Oh yes! A brilliant summer, very busy, but that's just the way I like it." Though she could have done without the pep-talk from her mother, honestly, she was a grown woman and could do what she liked with her life. "I trust you enjoyed yours?" What student didn't enjoy their holidays?... silly question really. |
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He had been staring at the student tables and taking notice to the other end of the staff table that he didn't seem to notice when someone took a seat next to him. "I believe that's a piece of left over food. Might be chicken." He thought it was chicken. Everett's lips curled into a thin amused smile before taking the woman's hand. "Everett Scabior- but please call me Dash. History of Magic." He said giving Seren's hand a firm shake. "Pleasure to meet you." Quote:
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But alas, Seren wasn't the type to be in a mood for too long. "Dash... that's an interesting nickname," she remarked. "I'd tell you mine, only I don't have one. If you ever think of anything feel free to share." Oh so he had taken Gemma's position? She glanced down the table, she hadn't heard any rumours of her leaving, but who knew, the Prophet had made a big enough deal about all the new staff members coming through. "The pleasures all mine." Seren made a note of Dash's firm shake... such a manly thing to do. She cast a glance over at the house tables, paying particular attention to the Slytherin table. Hecate seemed to be in a cheerful mood. Hehe. "So Dash... what sort of History are you interested in?" she asked conversationally, seeing as there was no food, and not to mention everything was dirty or just... misplaced. |
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Because this is so much more fun than just looking at icky silverware. xD Stella knew that it would probably have been a better move to go to her own table, get to know her new housemates and everything (As so far it looked like everyone she'd met so far wasn't in Ravenclaw with herself. More accurately Gryffindor and Slytherin, but she couldn't say she knew if it was okay to go to the other tables either) Plus, with half of the comments she'd heard upon entry to the Great Hall, she'd rather not deal with Scourgifying dishes quite yet. Instead, she'd simply made her way up to the table at the front of the room, after spending a moment to watch the enchanted sky in the room. That was so much nicer than at Beauxbatons, even though the dining hall there had been nice. Either way, she wanted to let the professors know she was looking forward to what they were going to teach her. Completely unaware that the large part of them seemed to be just as new to the school as she was. But she needed to say something before she looked like a complete idiot, especially as the other girl who'd come up to the table seemed to be confusing some of the professors already. "Bonsoir," she said, almost without thinking, then flushed a little as she made herself switch back to English. You're not at Beauxbatons, she reminded herself again. "Sorry. I just wanted to come up and introduce myself, and say I'm looking forward to all your classes this term," she continued, after her little inner reprimand, then flushed again. "I'm Stella Gardiner." Yeah, that was definitely not the introduction you wanted, in front of your new professors. Hopefully things would get better soon. |
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"Ahh, Beauxbaton's transfer?" she asked, offering the young girl a smile. The French was a bit of a give away. But it was lovely to have new an delightful students. No doubt a welcome addition to Ravenclaw House. "Pleasure to meet you Miss Gardiner, my names Professor Bentley, I'll be your Herbology professor. I trust you'll enjoy your time here at Hogwarts." Provided the girl took herbology of course. |
SPOILER!!: Bentley puppy lady She was heading to the staff table. She was intending to ask if there was anything to be done about the silverware when she caught the tail end of a conversation. Her eyes brightened as one of the ladies introduced herself as the Herbology professor. She had a present for the Herbology lady in her purse and she rummaged around for it. She found the crisp white box with the silver bow on top. She was so proud of herself for this present. She walked up to the table and tapped Professor Bentley on the leg. She couldn't reach any higher. "Hi Professor Bentley. I made this for you." she was beaning so hard her cheeks were going to be sore in the morning. Harlow held out the white box and hoped the professor liked the miniature. moonlace plant inside. Her mom had helped her with the charm work to make it a miniature plant. "I'm Harlow," she added. After all you never accepted anything from a stranger right? |
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Oh Merlin! A little Slytherin! How cute! and she had a gift for her? "Oh hello dear," she replied, smiling brightly at the - first year? "Thank you Harlow, I appreciate the gesture." She took the box gently- she wouldn't want to crush it in a moment of excitement. Seren was beginning to get used to accepting gifts from students, admittedly she wasn't comfortable with it this time last year, but a lot had changed since then. After untying the pretty silver ribbon and removing the lid of the white box she couldn't help but beam brightly at the lovely little moonlace inside. "Oh Harlow, it's beautiful! thank you," she replied, "I take it you have an interest in Herbology?" she enquired. |
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"Merlin, don't even mention that blasted article," Tate had given up standing over the Sorting Hat and retired to his seat, only to discover that the conversation was nearly as unpleasant as the dim glass of mead sitting by his tarnished plate. The normally honey brown liquid was grayish, and he banished the whole thing back to the kitchen. He'd rather be thirsty than see good mead ruined. Ugh. Tate eyed the students with distraction before turning back to the table. "I thought about demanding a retraction after the tripe they published, but they don't seem particularly concerned with the truth. Let's pretend the whole thing doesn't exist." |
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"What blasted article!?" Althea was losing patience. She didn't yell, but she rolled her eyes, her growing frustration clear, though she remained polite enough. She certainly didn't subscribe to the Daily Prophet. She hadn't been back in Britain long enough to bother, and certainly hadn't expected to hear of an article that supposedly included her. As a blacksmith? Did she LOOK like a blacksmith? She eyed her perfect nails and then with a frustrated exhalation of air that set a lock of her hair puffing out in front of her face, she busied her hands with rearranging the cutlery again. |
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"Nice to meet you, Professor Schirmer," Kurumi said, slowing down slightly on the pronunciation of her last name. Had she said that right? She hoped she had. It seemed that she wasn't exactly making the best first impression here either. "I am afraid that Charms is not my best subject, but I do enjoy it." She fidgeted with the sleeve of her robe for a moment. "Professor, this might come as an odd question but...do you like chocolate frogs?" The answer really could make or break just how uneasy she appeared during her first lesson. Quote:
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She ought to fix this. Slowly, Kurumi walked over to him and tried not to smile too sheepishly. "Good evening, professor," she said slowly. "I am Kurumi Hollingberry. Gryffindor forth year." There. No more strange stares now please! |
Beth was terrified. These were just the nerves that came with a new job, right? Yes. Yes, that was what they were. She made her way into the Great Hall, hoping that she wasn't going to have to walk through all the students to get to the Staff Table. The Great Hall hadn't changed at all since her days at Hogwarts. The students seemed more cheerful and... lively, but that could also just be a change of perspective. As she got to the staff table, she saw that there were already a good number of professors were already seated: including Headmaster Tate. Oops. Perhaps she should have left the Hospital Wing earlier ... The tiny Healer offered the Headmaster a small smile as she made her way to her seat. The staff did still sit in subject order, didn't they? Well... it seemed so. She sat down inbetween the Groundskeeper and the Herbology professors, and the first thing she went to do is pick up her goblet to fill it with some pumpkin juice. Oh. Eww... This is filthy. Had Hogwarts given up on the House Elves? With a slight look of disgust on her face, the Healer put the cup back down. She'd rather go without the drink.... |
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"They're disgusting aren't they," she commented, again eyeying her own challice which she left sitting on the table. She almost wasn't hungry anymore. "It's usually not like this." Blah! she was being so rude. Seren shook her head lightly. "So sorry, I'm Seren Bentley, Herbology Professor," she said introducing herself with a bright smile. |
For....you lot. *points* :P Isabelle was a little late it seemed. She'd got caught up in saying goodbye to Alastair and Scarlet, meaning she'd left home later than intended. But she was here now, all her things settled into her office, and her robes neatly in place. Which is more than could be said for the dinner service on the staff table. Narrowing her eyes, Issy scanned the plate that had been placed in her spot. It was dirty, and - dirty. Shaking her head at what must have been just some stray dirt the house elves hadn't noticed, she took out her wand and cleaned it herself, before sitting in her seat. Leaning forward she glanced down the table to all the other people sat at it - noticing the seat next to her was currently empty. "Good evening everyone! Nice to be back, isn't it?" Some she knew, others not. But from her place at the end of the table, now wasn't really a good time to socialise. She did notice Kurumi though, down the other end. Giving the girl a broad smile and small wave, Issy went back to looking at the table layout. She hadn't yet seen the gleaming badge the Gryffindor was wearing. Picking up the goblet in front of her, Issy was just about to take a sip when she saw something. "Why is there dirty, black stuff floating in my pumpkin juice?" She asked no one inpaticular. |
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"Will, you excuse me, Professor," she said a little hurriedly, bowing once more before walking towards the opposite end of the table. "Professor Magnus! It is fantastic to see you again," the forth year beamed. |
Gemma glanced up and down the table taking in the new faces. She hadn't quite decided if she liked her new position farther down the table....even if it was only two seats down from her older seat...she wasn't sure if this meant that her position was less important or not...she quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind as the Headmaster mentioned that article her mother had contacted her about....she shook her head at his words. Honestly she thought he would've wrote an counter-article or something to defend them but she wasn't about to say anything...she didn't want to start the year off with her foot in her mouth again like she did last year. She reached for a cup of tea sitting in front of her and as she sipped she watched the children scurrying around....yes they were very much like ants...she thought with a smile on her face. |
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Everett chuckled. "Well I guess I can try to help you come up with one." Seren and plants, herbology? Something to do with that maybe. "It shouldn't be too hard." He blinked. History? What sort. Huh. "Really all of it. Magical, Muggle. The past is just interesting." The people and the items and the events. All of that. "I must let you know from now though. I have absolutely no memory what so ever in anything that his to do with Herbology. I was actually quite horrible at that class." He smirked. It was an important thing for the Herbology Professor to know! Quote:
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Beth smiled at the professor's introduction. Seren Bentley. I need to remember that name. "It's okay. Elizabeth Brookes. I'm the healer... and nervous." She nodded slightly, and eyed all of the students. There were so many of them... Loads more than from her own Hogwarts days. But then again... Beth hid from most of them... "I take it you're a returning professor, then?" The air of confidence about her and all... There's no way she could be new. |
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Harlow bounced and clapped happily a few times. She liked the plant. "Yes ma'am, I have a garden at home. My dad helped me plant it and taught me all sorts of things to take care of it." She leaned up and placed a hand to her mouth, "Even a special fertilizer." she whispered. "Gardening is my favorite thing next to writing." her eyes took on a misty look. |
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Apparently she and Tate were the only ones who read the prophet? "Just some rubbish the Prophet prints. Apparently nothing to worry about." Making a mental note to burn the paper later, she changed the topic back to the tarnished dishes and summer. Summer was always a safe topic, right? "Tate," she acknowledged with a nod. "Did you enjoy most of your time off?" Except the garbage news. Quote:
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She remembered her when the girl was sorted into her house when she was just a mere second year. "Bethy!" Fina exclaimed. "I didn't know you were coming to work at Hogwarts!" Well of course not. How could she have when she lost contact with mostly everyone upon her own graduation? And so much for not shouting down the staff table. Quote:
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Was she a returning staffer? Did she look that new or something? Or perhaps it was just because her whole side of the table was basically new? "I am indeed returning. This will be my ... fifth year teaching at Hogwarts." And actually the longest she stayed at any of her previous jobs. Oh... What had she started with the Prophet Article talk? "I have the article, but ..." she eyed the Headmaster carefully. "We're supposed to pretend it doesn't exist or something." So yea. Just forget about it for now and perhaps later, out of prying eyes . . . |
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Now Kurumi was really confused. Wasn't Professor Suspicious suspicious... Oh, right, she was being rude. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Professor Scabior," she said with another bow. "I am sorry for taking up so much of your time. Welcome to Hogwarts and please enjoy the rest of the feast." She MIGHT be back later to pick his brain. Maybe. Quote:
Blink blink. She recognized the man from the train, although she had only seen him in passing because she had been running all over the place trying to make sure that the first years were comfortable, but she HAD seen him. "T-T-Thank you, sir," she said with a slight bow. She could ask him if he was new, but that much had been obvious already. "My name is Kurumi Hollingberry. I'm a forth year in Gryffindor house." Quote:
Her attention was back at Professor Hadley for now. "I think I will take a trip to the kitchens after the feast, just in case," she said with a slight nod. "The house elves have always been very kind to me, allowing me to bake cookies in their kitchen." That, and she had a little gift for Twinkle she had bought in New York. Quote:
Kurumi DID notice that there were two empty seats at the table, but she was holding out that Mr. Chainsaw and Mr. Viking were not coming back. Shaw hadn't been terrible, class had been insightful and useful...but the man frightened her to little cookie pieces. Then there was Mr. Viking, who she couldn't understand. It had caused her and Sierra to misunderstand an assignment they had been given in class. But, at least that had gotten in some extra practice, right? Kurumi's cheeks were now the color of two ripe apples. "Thank you," she whispered. The applause really wasn't necessary, but Kurumi appreciated the gesture nonetheless. "I missed you last term, professor." The woman really didn't know the weight behind that statement. "Have you come back to teach...Transfiguration?" Please say yes please say yes... |
Kimber HAD BEEN in a good mood. 'Had been' meaning past tense. Now she was annoyed. First of all, she was late, which was becoming an irritating habit it seemed. But mostly, she was hungry. Having skipped lunch to unpack probably wasn't the best idea. It didn't help matters any when she glanced up at the staff table and saw MORE new faces. Sighing wearily, she climbed the steps of the dias and took her regular seat. "Good evening, everyone," she murmured. At least there'd be food. Or not... She looked down at her plate with look of utter disgust. 'Just great,' she thought to herself as she pushed it away. 'REALLY?!' |
LIIIIIIIIIIISA *snags & tackles* Kurumi heard the soft, but slightly agitated, voice of a woman and her head turned to follow. Her eyes lit up and her stomach tied in knots when she saw that it was her Head of House finally making her appearance at the table. Kurumi and her hadn't spoken much, so she was surprised when she had received a letter with her signature at the bottom. That letter was currently framed and hanging on the wall in her home. All the handy work of her father. "G-Good evening, Madam Donovan," Kurumi said with a nervous bow. "I-I just wanted to thank you for giving me the opportunity to...help my house." While there were still crayon cookies on the table, Kurumi had a special cookie ready for Head of House. Reaching into her pocket, Kurumi pulled out an individually wrapped Gryffindor cookie and handed it to her. |
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*faints* ... took me a while, but I got there. SPOILER!!: Pixie! Noticing that Kurumi was distracted by the presence of a new- wait no... returning? But she wasn't here last year? ... curious -Professor, she just smiled and nodded as the Prefect excused herself. "Talk to you later dear," she replied. SPOILER!!: Lez XD AHA! So Gemma hadn't left the school... she changed subject areas instead. Hhhmm that sounded fun. Either way it was good to see she had decided to stay. Smiling, she leaned across the table, a little closer to Dash, no doubt invading his personal space, she couldn't help it. She loved socialising, and she needed to get a little closer to the woman who used to sit beside her. "Gemma, new position I see," she said sending her a wink. SPOILER!!: DASH!... *runs* Laughing lightly as Dash uncovered the history behind his nickname, Seren couldn't help but remember her childhood one. Though it was hardly appropriate anymore. Even if Dash seemed confident in the fact it wouldn't be difficult to think of something... it was. She had grone through Hogwarts and even since then had never been graced with a new name. "It's harder than you think," she said raising an eyebrow mysteriously, though really there was nothing mysterious about her at all. "When I was younger my family called me Starflower, but I fear I have out grown that one." "History is such a wonderful subject, I love it dearly, but often I just don't have the patience to stay seated and immerse myself in it. I like to keep busy." Though she loved all that Medieval history, and even Post-Modern muggle history, what with all their wars on terror... almost sounded as if they were taking on a bunch of boggarts! Seren couldn't help but smirk a little, well as much of a smirk as she could muster- even if it still resembled a smile to most people. "I'll keep that in mind, though if you ever want some pointers, you know where to find me." SPOILER!!: Eva! Hearing Edvard responding to her greeting, she quickly hurried back to his end of the table. No point yelling over everyone right? Her eyes lit up brightly, yes, yes she had recieved them, and they were terrific! marvelous! incredible!... though she still hadn't had enough time to inspect them properly. "Yes I did, they arrived day before yesterday... I've actually been meaning to talk to you about them. Perhaps meet in the staffroom later?" she asked. And she could find out how he was settling in as well. He seemed to be fitting in quite well so far, this was good to see. SPOILER!!: Nixy! "No... I don't know what the house elves think they're doing... is this some sort of joke?".... because if it was, it most certainly wasn't funny, and it was a little disheartening. "But I'm sure things will return to normal soon enough. Dirty cuttlery and silverware would not go down too well with her, coming up for breakfast and dinner were often the only reasons for her to set foot in the castle, and even if she loved her office and little cottage, she liked to be among people... not away from them. Elizabeth Brookes... that name certainly sounded familiar. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she replied. Following Elizabeth's gaze out to the sea of students she could see how the Nurse would be nervous. "They're a friendly bunch, and you'll fit right in ... though be prepared to be busy. They're a generally clumsy lot, and Quidditch is usually brutal." For some reason the kids seemed to have a No Mercy policy when it came to quidditch. Then again, it was a little like that back in her day as well. SPOILER!!: HARLOW!!! *pinches cheeks* Well wasn't that just darling! Merlin, perhaps having children wouldn't be so bad after all, especially if they were as adorable as this little snake! Such a lovely, friendly and well mannered girl, her mother must be so proud. And she has a garden at home! Precious! ... Seren couldn't help but think she needed to restrain herself. Keep breathing and stay calm. Little green-thumbed children were nothing to get too excited over. But deep down she knew they were. "A garden! that's brilliant, just you wait until you see the student garden and the greenhouses, I'm sure you'll enjoy them immensely." Lowering her voice a little, so that only Harlow could hear, she whispered, "Plus... we have special fertilizer too," and gave her a small wink. All this talk about herbology made her excited, and even though she loved the start of term feast, she longed to be back in her research shed. SPOILER!!: Kristin Seren smiled brightly-- when did she not? ... "Well I'm sure your sister would have filled you in about Hogwarts, so I'm sure you'll feel right at home. I imagine it will take some getting used to though."But if the girl could handle Beauxbaton's then she could certainly handle Hogwarts... even with all the things that went on around here. *sigh* A normal year at Hogwarts? She'd never heard of such a thing, and at the same time she didn't want to. Hogwarts was special, and so it was only fitting for things to be a little out of place. |
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She tilted her head at the girl's nice words and her smile grew wider. "Miss Hollingberry, your efforts here have proved to me that you deserve every opportunity I have to offer." She was going to say more when she saw the cookie being handed to her. 'What was this?!' she thought, beaming down at the prefect. She opened the cookie quickly and broke off a HUGE piece to shove into her mouth. Thanks to Kurumi, maybe she wouldn't starve before the feast was over. "Mmm *chew* "thank you..." *chew chew* "...so much," she said, covering her mouth so that her food didn't show as she spoke. Then she looked down the table and waved the rest of her treat at Chad in a "want-the-other-half" type gesture. |
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Friendly? They looked... loud. Beth laughed at Selen's comment. "Kids and clumsiness come hand-in-hand though, don't they?" ... She knew SHE was a clumsy kid. Surely she wasn't the only one. Oooh. Quidditch, yes of course! How did Beth forget about Hogwarts' Quidditch teams? From what Selen was saying, Beth gathered that the Hogwartian's tried to play like the pro's. "Ahh, well. I suppose Quidditch is no fun when it's not brutal." Sliiiightly sarcastic there. Although... Back in her Quidditch Mediwitch days, it was always a disappointment whenever there were only two injuries to heal the whole match. |
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As there were several chairs between them - including the Headmaster - Fina decided it'd be best to cease their conversation for now. But it was still nice to see another familiar face amongst the staff. "We shall have to catch up later!" That wasn't really a question, but a request of course. Mandated, slightly, even. Finding out what her former housemate was up to since she graduated and all. |
SPOILER!!: Magnus "Perhaps they are just on strike then?" He was only joking around of course but even after saying the words he wanted to take them back. House elves didn't go on strike. They lived to serve, and the logical part of his brain did not let him forget that. He picked up his fork which had bits and pieces of dried food attached. "Noting a a good scourgify can't fix." He dropped it back without a second thought. "Pleasure Isabelle. Everett Scabior. History of Magic. But please, call me Dash." Everett. Way to formal. SPOILER!!: Kurumi The girl just stood there. Looking confused and blinking. Was she upset that he had replaced her favourite teacher or something? Everett looked at her, blinking right back, until finally she spoke up. And...she was bowing at him? Yeah. Everett nodded. It was a little too much respect. "Well then.....thank you Miss Hollingberry." Was that the right thing to say? SPOILER!!: Bentley He couldn't help but chuckle. No really he couldn't. The idea of going around the castle calling Seren Starflower, was simply too entertaining. "Sadly, I think you have." Imagine Starflower. Everett cracked a grin before quickly returning to his normal, uncaring expression. "Hmm. Yes." History did take a lot of time and concentration. "The great thing about History is that although it does deal with the past, there is always something new to learn." Pointers? Everett shifted in his chair before shaking his head. "No thank you. I am honestly sure that I would drive you up the wall." He was that bad at Herbology. |
Little Pips, the house elf, crept along the staff table with his head down. He was trying his very VERY hardest to clean the cups and spoons and plates and things without attracting the ire of the staff members, but it was unavoidable that he would be noticed. How could one ignore the occasional head-bashing or the dropping of an empty chair on his long elf-foot? He mumbled to himself. "Pips is being sorry. Pips is punishing himself. No professors is having to eat off dirty things anymore." The elf twitched his bat-like ears. |
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"Hello, Pip was it? Thank you for cleaning the table - it was so very kind of you." She smiled. "I've got an idea for you eh - how about, don't hurt yourself...just think about it when you polish and then punish the tarnish on the silverware." She smiled. Maybe that would help? Maybe she was being nice. Pushy maybe? Annoying. A regular martyr for a cause she didn't even understand fully. |
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The Slytherin just reached the dais as a blonde woman strode quickly past him, doing a double take before forcing to turn his head back to the task at hand. He gazed up at the Headmaster still speaking to fellow professors, catching bits and pieces about the House Elves. Huh, well looks like the rumor mill at the Slytertherin table was no where near accurate. Then again far be it for him to actually believe in rumors.... He cleared his throat politely before uttering "Greetings Headmaster, a moment of your time Sir?" he said SPOILER!!: Professor Magnus His eyes strayed the length of the staff table, there were a lot of new faces... but what bothered this Slytherin the most was the noticeably absent faces of his favorites-- the lovely Healer Morretti and Professor Bishop. So much so that a small panic started to well at the pit of his stomach. They were just late right? Riiiiiiight? His eyes darted quickly to a voice strangely familiar yet new, at least something he hadnt grown accustomed to from the past term. He blinked a few times before he realized who it was "Professor Magnus!" the Slytherin lad exclaimed as he neared the lady, wanting to make sure his eyes werent playing tricks on him "Your back? I mean, of course your back! I still got that bag we transfigured from the other term-- I'm still using it!" he uttered proudly. Quote:
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"Oh Pips! Oh Pips! Nimma is being slow! Nimma is sorry! Nimma has cleaned only one table! Nimma is a bad elf, badder than all other elves! Nimma must be punished! Nimma is being slow!" Nimma used her elf magic to clean too. "Nimma and Pips is to be getting back now! Nimma and Pips is needed in the kitchen! Nimma and Pips and Quirly!" She looked anxious, the little elf. "Nimma has suggestion for Pips. Studentsies does not like Nimma to punish herself, but Nimma must be punished. Pips could punish Nimma and Nimma could punish Pips if Pips likes! And Nimma and Pips can clean and punish and take care of elf things that is needing takings care of!" She waved her fork obligingly, in case Pips was amenable to being prodded. |
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She giggled at her wink. It wasn't ladylike to talk about fertilizer but she was glad the professor had a sense of humor. Well she had given her present and introduced herself just like her mom had told her to do. he gave the professor a little curtsy, "It was so nice to meet you Professor Bentley. I won't delay your dinner anymore." She knew how fast adults could tire of children. And she got a feeling she was going to be spending a lot of time in the gardens so it was best not to wear her welcome out so soon. |
Pips didn't even jump as he was stabbed with the fork, but it wasn't a very hard stab. Not much punishment at all. He dropped his voice to respond to her. "Thank you, Nimma. The Headman is giving us looks. We is having to go back to the kitchens now." He wrapped his long fingers around her wrist and they both disappeared in a clap of noise. |
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But then the topic of her having transferred came back, and she held back a sigh as she smiled at the professor. "You did hear that, and thank you," she replied, keeping herself calm. Just because she didn't want to be thought of as a transfer didn't make it any less true. Next thing she knew, there was the distraction of one of the other professors just standing up and stalking out of the room, definitely not hard to miss as it had been not far from where she'd been standing. The Charms professor certainly wasn't taking something well, which told her to be careful around the woman. And then she was having to step back the slightest bit, as two house elves had come up and bustled around cleaning the tableware. Glancing back toward her House table, she wondered if that meant the icky silverware thing was over with, before turning back as there was talk of punishment and ironing of ears and her eyes widened as the two elves disappeared. Maybe she should go to her own table soon. If the professors wanted her to. And think about searching out all house elves to prevent injury to any of them. |
So many replies! xD SPOILER!!: Kurumi Isabelle was still beaming, and failed to notice that her enthusiasm had shocked the young girl. She could be quite loud when she got excited, maybe that was something she'd need to rein in. Or it could have been lingering hormones. Either way she was happy, and giggled slightly at the colour that had flushed in Kurumi's cheeks. "I'm very proud of you, you know," she whispered, leaning across the table slightly. After all this was one of the school's best students. "No one more deserving, I don't think." Ohhh, she missed her. Don't tear up, don't tear up. Isabelle smiled warmly and wiped her eye. She wasn't crying though. No. "And I missed you all," she replied. "I was rather busy last year though. You'll have to come to my office, I'll show the picture of my daughter!" Mhmm, she was mighty proud of her. Teaching Transfiguration? "Why yes indeed I am," Issy winked. SPOILER!!: Tatertot Oh dear, had they said something wrong? Headmaster Tate was doing that talk-to-the-hand thing to hush them up. Issy hadn't meant to speak ill of the house elves - she loved them. They were always so nice and helpful to her whenever she wanted a snack, or, while she was teaching, her classroom cleaned. "Sorry, Headmaster," she said, bowing her head slightly. "As I said, I hope there is nothing wrong." Go and check? Why yes, of course she ---Oh. Someone had beaten her to it. Isabelle watched the blonde woman she didn't know exit the hall at a quick pace. Well, they'd get answers soon with her walking that speed. Whoever she was. SPOILER!!: Dash "It would be very unusual if they were. I've never known it before." Isabelle was far too concerned to notice the hint of joke in the man's voice. Her brows furrowed as she saw more and more bits of dried food stuck to things. Most unusual. "Hmm, of course. Let's hope the older students remember how to do it, and help the younger ones," she smiled. This was happening at all the tables, right? Or were they getting special treatment? "Nice to meet you, Dash. And do call me Issy, I much prefer it." She grinned again and flicked her wand at her goblet vanishing the tainted pumpkin juice. Suddenly she didn't fancy anything to drink. "I must admit, History of Magic was never one of my best subjects." Keep the conversation away from house elves... Quote:
Blonde lady must have got the job done. "Pips?" Issy spoke quietly so not to make the elf jump. "Thank you. And I do hope things are all right in the kitchens?" Well obviously, something wasn't, but maybe they'd share if she asked? SPOILER!!: Salander Okay, that made her jump. Good thing Issy didn't have food or drink in her mouth, she would have choked. Actually, not a good thing - she was starving. But now the elves were cleaning up maybe they'd get food soon. Yes? "Salander! I am back, yes. How observant of you," she winked jokily and adjusted herself in her seat. And his next comment made her smile broadly. It was always so lovely when the kids made good use of the things they transfigured. Made her feel as proud as Salander seemed to be. "That's wonderful! Keeping your Head Boy badge in it sometimes, are we?" Isabelle grinned wider and nodded in the direction of the badge. "Congratulations!" |
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"O-O-Oatmeal?" Kurumi squeaked. Her face was one of horror. MERLIN! She had prepared a simple lemon sugar cookie with a gentle buttercream frosting for this evening. The thought of making oatmeal ones never crossed her mind. Kurumi nearly smacked her forehead. She was always making sugar cookies, or some variation of them, for the opening feast. How could she forget the oatmeal?! End of the term feast. For sure! "I-I-I'm afraid I did not prepare oatmeal cookies for this evening," she said with a slight frown. Still, the tone of the Headmaster was, surprisingly, light. She picked up the box and held it out for him. "B-But I will keep that in mind for next time." She fumbled around a bit, not wanting to continue to take up too much of his time as she was sure he was running through his speech that he would be giving soon in his head. "And...I want to thank you as well, for...allowing me to represent Gryffindor as a prefect." Truth was, Kurumi wasn't too sure that he had a hand in the decision making, but it seemed plausible that the Headmaster would have final say on the matter. Quote:
Kurumi felt awkward and intimidated speaking to the new Charms professor. Weren't they supposed to be...charming? Then again, the intimidation she felt speaking with with the woman in front of her was very VERY different from how she felt speaking with Drago--- Professor Lafay. "I will certainly try my best." And NOW Kurumi could breathe easily. Not a fan of chocolate frogs? Not a problem in this Gryffindor's book. Kurumi ought to have explained herself, but all thoughts of doing so were out the window. No chocolate frogs...FANTASTIC! "I am not a big fan of them myself," she said with small smile. "I am sorry for taking up your time." And asking weird questions. "I hope you enjoy the rest of the feast and perhaps I will stop by your office sometime with a question or two." She actually already had a few formulating in her head, but the woman needed to eat. Quote:
She was suddenly struck with a thought. It was more of a memory from a few terms back when she had been speaking with Professor Zookara in his office. He had mentioned having a conversation with Madam Donovan about Kurumi's family situation, but she was not sure if that had ever happened. Kurumi wasn't sure if she would feel more comfortable with her Head of House knowing this information, or if it would make her more awkward. Still, Kurumi would most likely need to discuss some research methods with her in the library soon, so perhaps it would be better for her to know? "I-I can't promise I will be perfect, but I will do my best to make sure that you don't regret making me prefect," she said with a smile and a hair tug. Kurumi's eyes lit up a bit more as the librarian enjoyed her Gryffindor cookie...and she noticed the wave at someone down the table. Kurumi's eyes followed and her head cocked to the side. Interesting...very interesting... Quote:
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Kurumi bowed her head in gratitude. Daughter? Did that mean she had just had a baby? Kurumi was too shy to ask - especially if she was mistaken. "I will be sure to stop by," she nodded. And her smile brightened even more when her subject was confirmed. "I actually have a few questions for you, so you can expect me to come sooner than later." Kurumi tugged on her robes feeling nervous about the conversation she had been wanting to have for over a year now. There was no way she could have gone to haw about this - the man didn't have office hours for on. |
Sarani swept past the tables, her dark hair windswept and her spike-heeled boots clicking against the floor. Hades. The place was full of children. Sitting down next to the Charms professor, she arched an eyebrow as she caught sight of the Gryffindor prefect giving out what looked like cookies. In quite a few colours, at that. What next, toffees? |
Purple people :) Excusing herself from her house table for a moment, the Ravenclaw prefect strode across the Great Hall. Her destination? Why, the staff table of course. There were quite a few new professors there and well she was curious. Even as her steps brought her closer, Ivory was already looking along the seated staff and trying to figure who was teaching what this year. Like what the woman in spiked heels was teaching??? Now it could be said that the brunette was fashion conscious….to an extent. She was a girl after all. But she didn’t usually pay attention to what other people wore…until now that is. Because those boots….they were killer boots. But that was neither here nor there. Her appreciative glance at the footwear most likely illustrated her approval anyway. Approaching the table, Ivory addressed the staff in general. ”Hello,” she greeted with a friendly smile and a small wave. ”Ivory Erised,” she offered by way of introduction, directing her words to the newer members of the staff. ”Ravenclaw prefect.” Her slim arm extended behind her to encompass her house table as the corner of her mouth picked up, the dimple on her right cheek peeking into appearance. ”And on behalf of our House,” The Ravenclaw house obviously. ”I just wanted to welcome the new faces and...” she added with a respectful nod to the Headmaster and all the returning professors. ”-Say ‘We’re glad to have you back’ to the old.” Suddenly, her expression froze on her face. The horror of what she’d just said hitting her like a burlap sack of garden gnomes to the chest. ”I mean…not ‘old’ of course. Just familiar. ” she amended quickly, her eyes large and unblinking.” Because you’re not old. Not that old. I mean…just a little bit. Well….I only meant older than us students…because- you all look GREAT.” she finished lamely a bit red in the face, and just a smidgen of uncontrollable color spreading to the roots of her hair. |
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Sarah loped over to the closest staff member, "Hullo," she said, groaning inwardly at her choice. This lady looked like she would kill her! "Um, I wanted to ask a question. I figured that was allowed...?" Sarah worked hard to keep calm. Just another person. Just another person. Right. She had this. She totally had this... |
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Sarah, for the first time in all her eleven years, wanted to run away. This lady had a stare like ice! She would content herself to walk/run away and ask another person on another day. But, Sarah reminded herself, she didn't do that sort of thing. Courage. Right, she had courage. |
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Flowers for the ladies again!!! (would have been a tradition if he had more years xD) Maybe this was the moment. He was not sure if that had any suitable moments yet somehow it felt like this was the moment when he had happened to glance at the staff table. Well...to be exactly, to a part of it and yes, she must have been there. His eyes could not catch her but she must have been there. Yes. Professor Hadley too. And Madam Donovan. So, leaving the rather crowded Gryffindor table right after opening the large package before himself and taking the bunch of flowers from inside it, Josh made his way to the Staff Table of course with the well-known Josh-style; full of confidence Ah! There were new faces. ''Hello, professors!!!'' then he said, not yelling this time, but loud enough for everyone on the table to hear. He wanted to present a seperate and special greeting to the ladies but since that might have sounded weird after the previous one he decided against it. ''I came to bring my greeting to you all and...surprises for the ladies!'' Yea. He was directly coming to the point and act before Josh Carter was mostly a man of action, not words. Therefore after giving them a new smile he began to...wait!!! He looked at the people at the table again, from one end to the other. And...Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!! There were more ladies than the amount of his flowers. Now that was a problem which was natural with all the new faces...or...he just had to remember that he was a wizard, even of-age one. *awkward smile* ''Please, excuse me!'' and with that he turned his back to attempt or just at least pretend to hide what he was going to do. It was impossible not to be noticed doing it with a bunch of flowers, a long wand and so many people. Nevertheless, the boy took his wand out and quickly Geminio-ed some of the flowers to match the amount of ladies. Of course leaving only one red rose. ''Aha! Ready now!'' Hehe. Now he could start, so he did. Starting from the left side of the table he started to drop one white rose on the table for each lady in the order they were sitting in (Hadley, McClane, Schirmer, Glass, Brooks, Bentley, Donovan, Cerulean, Magnus), only passing by Professor Lafay though, for she was not there, till all the white roses were given. However he could not say that there was also some special issues with the white rose giving; first he had to double take at this new lady (Nixy!) and that one there (Maxilocks) was...like...WOW!! So wow that he might have stared at her a little bir too much before he remembered that he needed to move on. Then there was Professor Magnus. Yet before he could say anything about it, Josh's dark brown eyes went to Lafay's empty seat. What a disappointment. Better look at somewhere else and greeting the returning professor was a good enough distraction. ''Professor Magnus!'' Still...the red rose for Lafay remained in his hand. |
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Now that the plates and things were once again not acting as a distraction, Tate supposed the time had come for his traditional speech. He regretted doing it without Max present, but the man was late enough. He couldn't wait any longer. With the air of the martyr, Tate rose from his seat and waited quietly for the students to fall silent. He wasn't going to shout over them, by Merlin. "Good evening, Hogwarts students and faculty," he began once the volume was acceptable. "I want to welcome you to another year at Hogwarts, another year for learning and growing, and another year for taking in as much as you can before we set you loose on the world again in 10 months." "I apologize for the state of the Great Hall upon your entry. We've all had a busy summer, and if things weren't up to our normal level of excellence, we appreciate the fast actions of our house elves to fix the issues. I hope you will express your gratitude to them when the opportunity appears, and I'm sure we will all enjoy the wonderful dinner they've prepared when it arrives in a few moments." He gave a fixed look at that, implying that whether the students were grateful or NOT, they'd best act it in his presence. Never was a good reason to be rude to those who served. "As those returning can see, we have a number of new faces up here at the staff table. New faces does not imply naivety, however, and I think you'll find them to be a tough yet fair group. Let's give them the respect they deserve, please. Classes will begin in a few days, and I hope you're looking forward to them." He certainly was, although that was more to the fact that classes gave the students less time to get up to trouble. "Finally, we have a busy year planned for you, even in addition to classes and homework. I hope you'll keep your eyes on your house bulletin boards and the board in the Entrance Hall for reminders and announcements. Our top point earners from last term should expect their visit to happen in the new few days, so keep an eye out for an owl from the Ministry. And... enjoy your meal!" He raised a hand in acknowledgment before sliding back into his seat just as the food appeared on each table in the Great Hall. Now see? That was good service. |
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British sense of humor. The forth year still didn't have a handle on registering it. Maybe by the end of this term? "Thank you, Headmaster," Kurumi said, noticing that it was getting late and he would most likely be giving his speech soon. "I should return to the Gryffindor table and make sure that no first years have tried to use the any of the eating utensils." |
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SPOILER!!: Harlow Seren was throroughly enjoying talking to Harlow, what a sweet girl! she thought to herself, smiling down at the little snake. Now she would have to make sure her lessons were worthy enough for the students, especially for those like Harlow who were just so enthusiastic and interested in herbology. "It was a pleasure meeting you too Harlow, I look forward to seeing you again. Enjoy the rest of you're night," she said giving her a little nod of the head. She remembered full well how overwhelming and tiring the start of term feasts were when she was a student. By the end of the night she was just ready to slump into bed, or on the floor or the sofas in the commonroom... whichever was closer and easier to access at the time. SPOILER!!: Kristin Pulling herself from her thoughts (which were back at her office where little Caltex was rugged up in his basket), she gave Stella a small nod of the head, "It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Gardiner." Meeting new students was always wonderful, and so exciting. But alas... she was hungry, and there still wasn't any food. This was sad. But finally, since everything had been cleaned, Seren poured herself another pumpkin juice, hopefully this time there would be no crusty old chicken on her challice. And there wasn't. Good. SPOILER!!: Sarani Looking up from her challice, she couldn't help but notice the woman that joined the staff table... sitting herself at Fina and Edvards end. She seemed nice. Of course, she would ahve to wait for a proper introduction, now was hardly the time nor the place. SPOILER!!: Ivory Oh well wasn't this just precious! Seren smiled reassuringly at the Ravenclaw Prefect, such lovely manners, and ... a sense of humour? "Thank you Miss Erised, the gesture is very much appreciated." She gave her a small wink. There was no need to be embarassed. SPOILER!!: Bentley's favourite flower boy! Ahh and here he was! Seren had been wondering when she would be seeing him. Josh Carter... Gryffindor, with lovely charming manners. Well.. she liked the flowers, they always brought a smile to her face, and tonight was no exception. "Thank you Master Carter", he had good taste in roses, "It's so good to see you again, I trust you enjoyed your summer?" she asked taking up the white rose and smelling its perfume. SPOILER!!: Tate And so it was that time again. The infamous Headmasters address. And it didn't disappoint. Tate had that air about him, and watching as the students miraculously fell silent was incredible. Maybe there was a trick to it? After joining in for the applause at the end, Seren looked down at her plate. And thank Merlin! Food. She was starved, only having realised she skipped lunch. But who needed lunch when you had gardening to do right? She could hardly wait to start, selecting for herself what appeared to be roast pork, and a selection of oven roast vegetables... now where was the gravy! Finding the gravy boat she took it up and enthusiastically- and perhaps a little too liberally- poured a generous amount of gravy over her meal. Her favourite bit. ..... But maybe that was a mistake? The gravy wasn't right... it... lacked... flavour. Nowhere near as good as the elves usual standard. Sigh. SPOILER!!: Eino!!! After swirling her gravy around her plate... having lost her appetite, Seren looked up to gaze out at the sea of students. Her eyes- as if by instinct- scanned the Ravenclaw table, and caught sight of one of her favourite pupils. Eino. It was good to see him happy, she returned his smile and waved. Even if she wasn't the 'waving type' she would always make an exception for Eino. |
Text Cut: Kurumi & Pixie The Gryffindor had taken to... bowing. "Prefect Hollingberry," Sarani acknowledged, giving the girl the slightest nod as she set down her goblet. Text Cut: Rose man.. Pun intended ;p The sole indication that Sarani did not miss the fact that the young man was staring at her, was the slightest twitch of her wand hand. When he placed one of the ridiculous white roses in front of her, she picked it up, holding the stem between a thumb and a forefinger, and arched an eyebrow. "I hope this isn't one of the duplicated roses, Mr. -" What had Bentley just called him? "Carter. I don't find it pleasant when roses I've been given, disappear." She smiled at the Gryffindor. It was not the nicest smile. Quote:
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See? She could be nice. Text Cut: Speech Speech? Excellent. Especially considering that the various amounts of... children had fallen silent. Sarani brought her hands together to express her approval at Tate's declaration that new faces did not imply naivety, before glancing down at the food. It looked delicious. Spearing a chicken sausage roll with her fork, Sarani took a bite. |
SPOILER!!: Kurumi Isabelle's stomach grumbled, and she coughed lightly hoping to cover the un-ladylike sound. Maybe she'd be able to snag one of the cookies that Kurumi had left down the other end of the table... "I look forward to it," Issy smiled. She certainly did like chatting to one of her most gifted students. Melting things aside. Questions, eh? Although Kurumi looked a little nervous when she said it. Hopefully it was nothing bad. "Well I'll do my best to answer them fully for you. Tomorrow, be all right?" Because surely they all wanted sleep after the feast. If they were even getting a feast, that was. SPOILER!!: Ivy Issy had to let out a little laugh as the Ravenclaw Prefect arrived and proceeded to introduce herself. Tongue tied in front of the teachers. She remembered how she was actually like that at school. It took until about 6th year to grow out of it. "I think we know what you mean, Miss Erised," Issy smiled in her direction. "It's nice to see you again as well." SPOILER!!: Lara Hmmm, Josh Carter was still here then. Had he changed his ways, or was he just being extra polite this evening? Who knew. But he had roses. Which, judging by the fact he had to turn his back on them before he could place them all down, probably wouldn't last the night. "Thank you, Mister Carter," Issy smiled, reaching forward to pick up the rose he'd put in front of her plate. "Nice to see you've mastered the Geminio spell." There might have been the smallest hint of a cheeky wink there. SPOILER!!: Ern Isabelle acknowledged the nod the Headmaster gave her, and returned it with a smile. At least she now figured he wasn't upset with her. Fiddling around with the newly cleaned cutlery, Issy was now waiting for the speech. And she didn't have to wait long either. Yes, wonderful speech. Although she noticed he didn't tell them not to die. Last term must have been successful on that front then. Oooh, food. Fantastic. Piling some of the chicken onto her plate, Issy added potatoes and carrots, before pouring on the gravy. She hadn't had a roast since...well, a few weeks. And it was her favourite. But upon taking a mouthful she screwed up her face and spat out the potato. It was a bit hard. Something wasn't right. |
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Defense... meaning defense against dark arts. Figures. Although, it seemed to Sarah that she was more likely to punish them with dark arts if they irritated her. "Well, it's sort of a stupid question," Sarah started, "but, I was talking with a friend about Hogwarts- because I'm a muggleborn, and I really don't know much about the rules of this place- and she mentioned points." Sarah paused, trying to gauge Professor Glass' reaction to this, "I asked her, why bother with points? And she said she didn't know. So... I got curious and decided to ask someone who would know." All through her little speech she had managed to keep a straight face. Good. She refused to show fear. Also, Professor Glass seemed like the type to sense fear and use it against you. Like a vicious pit bull in spiked high heeled boots. Yikes. |
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Yeah, show a little enthusiasm, Max. "Nice speech. Did I miss a massive house prank or has this place become a dump?" Vindictus asked as he settled into his chair. The food finally appeared and he wrinkled his nose up at it. "This is called food? At least I was smart enough to eat at Hogsmeade, hence my late arrival." The deputy headmaster pushed back his tarnished (and empty) plate and leaned back in his chair. |
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"House points promote and enforce good behaviour and values, Miss Oliver." Did that even need to be said? "The points system instills a healthy sense of competition in the students - encouraging hard work, teamwork, kindness -" Whatever that was. "- and acts of courage, and discouraging disrespect and indiscipline - and gives them a collective goal to work towards." "Is there anything else you would like to ask, Miss..." Ollivander? Villier? "Oliver?" |
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She listened curiously, though, to what the professor said. Yes, that made sense. She supposed she could have come up with that answer on her own if she had thought hard enough, but truthfully, she had wanted an excuse to meet the professors. She jolted out of her thoughts as Professor Glass asked her a question. Had she forgotten her name already? Really? What a nasty professor. "Er, no, that's it. Thanks Professor." hmmph. maybe she would forget her name. |
SPOILER!!: Tatertot Man's Speech Wait!! Now that the headmaster was on his feet, this could mean only one thing: FOOD WAS ABOUT TO APPEAR!!!! Good news!! So good that, the boy almost forgot about the red single rose in his hand, just staring at the Tatertot as he spoke. It was very unlikely that he had understood half of the man's words though. Not that he did not listen to him, quite the opposite, he became all ears and paid all his attention to the man's speech instead of the ladies and the single red rose yet the fact that FOOD WAS GOING TO APPEAR SOON was invading his mind so much that...he was unable to remember a single word of the man's speech when it was over. Huh? Quote:
Yes. Maybe he was kind of hypnotised by the thought that FOOD was waiting for him there at the Gryffindor table yet, still, it did not escape Josh's eyes that the woman, that new one there, had pushed his rose gift away. Eh. Maybe it was disappointing but the lion boy was already used to familiar scenes as Professor Lafay liked to burn his gifts to ashes...which was way worse than just pushing them away. Sighing a bit, the Gryffindor gave the woman a smile anyway. Quote:
Nodding at the woman when she thanked for the rose, he took a step closer to her side so he could answer her question properly. Did he enjoy his summer? Well...he did not leave the school to enjoy the summer at the end of the last term. Actually he had been working all summer but it did not mean he never enjoyed a moment. ''It was a...beneficial one. Thank you, professor.'' Quote:
Ha? Forget the previous thoughts, the lady had just asked a good question. ''I...'' of course the words, that were going to be voiced by him, were all going to be of pure truth This Gryffindor was against the use of lies and could never lie to escpecially beautiful ladies. ''...i don't know, professor.'' Yes or no. He had not paid attention to which one he was giving her. Quote:
The Gryffindor gave the Transfiguration professor a kind nod too when she thanked for the rose and...oh? She had seen him casting that spell too. Eh. He already knew it was very unlikely that he would be able to hide the act anyway. And yea...maybe she was right. Mastering the 'Geminio' spell should have looked too good for a student who forgot to bring his wand to a Transfiguration lesson which was all about spell casting. But the woman did not know it yet that he had advanced his Transfiguration skills pretty much thanks to the coolness called Shaw the last term. It still might not be a reason not to forget his wand, though. Whatever... ''Umm...i do try, professor. Just discovered that a little bit practice helps.'' Quote:
So, he stared down at the single red rose in his hand... ...then the idea hit him. From now on there was someone else to give it anway. Hehe. Quickly looking up he walked back to the new lady and placed the red rose in front of her too...right before smiling and ''I...well...am supposed to go back to my table i suppose.'' making his way back to the lions' table. |
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