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. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...uff/ravie2.jpg Banner Winner: Kay, demented_death_eater |
Gwen was just coming back from outside, willing to head back to the Common Room. Though, as she arrived at the entrance hall, the fifth year glimpsed in the direction of the great hall. Maybe it would be a good idea to stop by for some tea? She was supposed to meet her friend in twenty minutes, so that meant she would have enough time to kill until then. The girl started walking with hasty steps towards the doors, rapidly making her way to the great hall. Once the door shut behind her, the fifth year headed towards the Ravenclaw house table. Grabbing herself some tea, the fifth year looked around, wondering if her best friend wasn’t there. Hmm. No. The fifth year wasn’t able to spot her, so she simply drew her attention back to her tea. |
Taylor was being sad all around Hogwarts. She considered just staying in the common room except for meals and classes but she was starting to go crazy just being around her housemates so she decided to get out and about even if it was only at the table. She wanted to avoid Damon though because that was the cause of her sadness. |
Strolling into the great hall, Delphinia took her time as she headed toward the practically empty Ravenclaw table. It was bright and early still, and though she was expecting Nathaniel any time, Delphi was pretty sure she was early. Sleep had evaded her for the most part the previous night, and she'd just been waiting for a reasonable time to roll around before leaving the common room. A small, muffled yawn left Delphinia's mouth, dropping her bag on the bench beside her before reaching for the pumpkin juice. The seat on the other side of her was open, reserved for a certain best friend boy. |
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It was not a pleasing thought. As soon as he reached the great hall, he spotted Delphi. A smile almost immediately crept up to his lips. "Hi." he greeted her and he took a seat beside her. "Sorry, I am late." he said, picking up her goblet and taking a sip of her pumkin juice. Perfect. |
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Shuffling into the hall, she flopped down into a seat. That just so happened to be opposite Glenn. "Hi, Glenn," she grinned. They'd met last year by the duck pond, when it had frozen over a little. |
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Hmm. Gwendolyn raised her eyes from the tea mug and tracked down the source of the voice. The person who had apparently greeted someone called Glenn was sitting right in front of her… and was grinning. Gwen looked around for a moment, and since there weren’t many people sitting at the table, it didn’t take her long before she realized that the other girl was actually greeting her. Errr. ‘Gwen’, she said rather curtly, correcting the other Ravenclaw. It was Elise, the girl who she had met at the lake last term. |
Helen walked into the Great Hall and headed towards the Ravenclaw Table. She was a little bit peckish since she hadnt had much food that day so decided to pop into the Great Hall as her next class was in 1 hour and she just wanted to have maybe a tea and a scone or something like that. She sat down at the table and saw a few other Ravvies around her age sitting there that she had seen before around the common room and the study tables. |
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Looking up, she blushed. "Sorry, Gwen," she said, sheepishly. "I'm really horrible with names." She'd just proved it there, hadn't she? Bah. She'd probably never get it right. |
Presley plopped down at the breakfast table with he almost sister-in-law's letter in her hand. She pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. Breakfast was a good time to get some good letter writing in. "Hey everyone," she said absently. This letter needed to be replied to ASAP. Otherwise, Elliot was right, Presley's whole life would be turned upside down. Her lifestyle would change, and she would no longer be accepted to the events that she had previously frequented. And a whole lifestyle change was not in the plan. She needed to make ammends. Now. The eaasiest way to go about letter writing for Pres, was to address every point of the other letter in order, so that's what she did. Text Cut: Letter for Maine! Text Cut: continue She finished the letter and filled her plate with all sorts of delicious breakfast food. Now that that was over with, she could begin her day. |
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Laila // Louisa! <333 Lottie desperately needed to master that color-changing spell. She couldn't deal with the inside of the cloak hood to be YELLOW. Or a color close to yellow she failed to identify. In the meantime, she'll be tucking her hoodie in a way that it'll be impossible to identify her House. Except for the tie, and the crest. Right now, however, she could easily pass as a Ravenclaw if she kept on sitting at this table. If you managed to look her way, this is what you find: A little firstie who wears a striped tie belonging to Hufflepuff (because it CAN be seen), two muffins in front of her...a single small bite taken from each, and a BRIGHT pink Pygmy Puff next to those muffins. "Stop being so picky, I'm not eating three muffins, choose which you like best already," she said, eyes on the Pygmy Puff that seemed to be in deep thought. |
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... until someone talked to their pygmy puff. On Curiosity killed the cat. 'Nuff said. |
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Oh? Lottie giggled. "It's not for me, it's for her," a squeak let out by the Pygmy Puff should bring enough attention to the pink puff ball, "But I don't like wasting food, so, she chooses...I eat the other one." See? There was something she realized when she said it, the fact that the pink puff ended up choosing either way, not her, Lottie...but it's not like she hadn't had her meal yet, this was just like a dessert. It's not like this happens ALL the time either, just when Magenta behaved extra nice did she get a treat. OH? Eyebrow raised. "You don't have to be a Ravenclaw to sit here, you know?" she managed to say this with the nicest tone she could muster, which was a very nice one. |
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"Yeah, you're right. Sorry." About not having to be a Ravenclaw to sit here. "I was just curious." She then grabbed a chocolate topped cupcake from her plate and extended it to the girl, "Do you know whether it-- I mean, she prefers cupcakes to muffins?" Wouldn't hurt to be... friendly and nice after that comment. |
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"Not all of them," she shook her head, matter-of-factly. How did she know this? Well, it was the same for people. Not everyone liked or ate the same things. Logic. Oh, why, the girl was right about that, they ate icky things too, "That's right, though, it's not like she eats this every day, but she's been behaving great, so I treat her." From time to time. "Do you have a pet?" she asked, blue eyes on the girl as the pink puff ball took mini-bites of the blueberry muffin. Lottie nodded in a matter which indicated 'Apology accepted'. Nothing further was said on the matter. But her eyes landed on the peace-offering cupcake and she took it with her hand, "I've never tried chocolate with her...," for one, Lottie wasn't one to eat much chocolate, really. It was a rare occasion when she did so. She didn't like it much, see? But...Mags, well, the puff stopped biting the muffin and just stood there, as if waiting for something. |
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