Okay... food. She definitely needed food. She'd finally done the sleep thing, and the food thing would definitely help her be a little more alive. Derry dragged herself up to the Great Hall, Quidditch notebook in one hand, and sat down heavily at the Slytherin table. Right. Food.

Derry piled lunch on her plate and started eating with one hand whilst flipping through her notebook with the other. She'd pretty much decided on the team so far, but there was still the matter of positions and whatnot. She didn't just want to make herself seeker without actually playing with the team to see who was fastest or... whatever. It was hard work, okay?

Adelaide had just been exploring the grounds, enjoying the morning fall weather. Yes. She was a morning person. Most of her dorm mates had still been sound asleep when she left. But she was definitely in need of some food.

Addi walked into the Great Hall and spotted Derry sitting by herself, going through a notebook of sorts. She smiled and headed over to join her fellow ginger friend. "Hey Derry. Whatcha doin?" She planted herself across the table, filling her own plate up with some food.

...Hmm... Derry chewed the end of her pen and scribbled a few notes next to the ten names on this page... Hmm... She was pondering the Beater scenario when she heard a voice and slammed the book closed. "Huh?" Oh, it was only Adelaide. "Oh, hey Adelaide." She smiled widely at her fellow ginger and put her biro down.

She asked you a question, Ferrier. "Oh, team stuff, writing the roster." she said with a little smile. "You okay?" Cause Derry felt like she'd missed half the day, especially since she usually got up at the crack of the dawn.

Adelaide quirked an eyebrow at Derry's reaction. Obviously she'd managed to sneak up on her. She should probably be used to that after all of the years of being invisible in most situations. She took a bite of the chicken in front of her and it was scrumptious. It was probably because she'd been up for hours and hadn't eaten much of anything besides a chocolate bar when she first woke up.

"That sounds like a difficult process." Adelaide had actually done quite well. Well, she thought that she'd done well. She was actually excited for quidditch now, even if she ended up not making the team. "Oh yeah. I've just been up for hours wandering the grounds and such."

A difficult process? YOU COULD SAY THAT AGAIN! And again, and again, and again... sigh. Everyone was just so good... it was difficult... And she couldn't talk to Adelaide about it cause she'd tried out. Sigh. BUT, she'd have finished soon and it wouldn't be all secretive or whatever. So she just nodded, "Yeah, 'smental. Everyone was really good." And that was all she could say. Derry dropped the notebook and pen into her back and went back to her lunch.

"I got up late..." she said with a little shrug, taking another bite of her lunch. "Which is weird... I guess I just needed the sleep." Which wasn't surprising considering how exhausted she'd been lately. But she was feeling way better today. Bouncy even. "What's your favourite bit of the grounds?" Cause it was her first term here, right? So that was a perfectly normal question.

Adelaide nodded, taking a bite of her lunch. She figured Derry couldn't take about it so much. The roster had to be all secretive until it was posted. "At least you're almost there right?"

"Nothing wrong with sleeping in every now and then." She nodded in agreeance with the second comment. "You have been crazy busy with Quidditch stuff and school work so yeah. That's a bit of an understatement." It wasn't that hard to miss those sorts of things when you shared a dorm with someone.

Adelaide chewed another bite of food, as she thought of Derry's question. "I love the random pathways. It's just so nice and relaxing to sit out there and work for a while." Especially with all of the leaves changing color and such.

:: Ganymede sat a few seats away from the older girls. She silently eavesdropped into their mundane small talk hoping to get some inkling of gossip or a rumor. Her aubergine hair falling around her young face, hiding her sideways looks. So far, just talk about quidditch and the grounds. The mention of Quidditch usually would have Ganymede butting in rudely and stating facts and figures and boasting about her own broom skills, but all that was ruined by the most recent owl she received. She picked at her school bag, then pulled something from it.

The parchment in her hand had been crumpled up, thrown, and re-flattened just that morning. It was from her MAG, a Ministry Appointed Guardian. Too much happened over the summer, and even though this thorn in her side was temporary, it was digging deep.
Her ears went red again with anger as she crumpled the parchment up. It was a stupid rule, he had no right to tell her no Quidditch. Did that mean she couldn't even watch the games?

Her stomach made a strange growl, of course, it was hunger. But, it was mixed with defiance. :evillaugh

She scooted nearer to Adelaide and Derry.

She grabbed some of the chicken that was left on the table, plopped it on her plate and cleared her throat.

"Ahemggrrh"

"I thought I overheard something about Quidditch..." She began her own small talk. ::

The boy sat at his house table, taking his morning meal and looking dirty and unhappy as ever. He starred out ahead as though captive to some inescapable thought while his butter knife dipped slowly into a dollop of spread and he rubbed marmalade against the dried and crispy surface of his toast. Instead of bringing it to his mouth, however, Cutty released his hand completely and let the marmaladed slice plop carelessly down onto the surface of his plate.

He went for a second piece, but this time the toast made a very loud THUNK! as it hit the plate. Cutty looked up to find that it hadn't been his toast but a wrapped package which had been delivered by his father's owl. This seemed to break him out of his listless lull. Cutty dropped his knife and immediately went for the package, lifting it and finding that he was scarcely able to. His hands tore off an envelope as he let go. Opening it up, the boy's eyes scanned impatiently for the words, which although not many, carried a great impact.

Cutty shoved away the letter, and after stuffing the slice of toast into his pie-hole, hoisted -with great effort-the package away to some solitary place where it would be safe to open it.

Cat lead the group of girls from the corridor to the Great Hall where she immediately set course for the Slytherin table. No one was going to mind if a Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and a couple of Hufflepuffs sat here with her, and if they did...

....WELL. They could leave. Cat was having her friends at her table.

She set the food down and nodded at them. "I might have made TOO much..." Hmm.

SEEE. She could carry food successfully. Elodie still hadn't dropped anything when they finally got the the Great Hall. She'd kept pace with her absolute bestie then entire walk, and spoke once or twice about boyfriend things. Quietly though, because they were almost-private, but she didn't exactly mind the others hearing. Heh. Bragging rights or something? Maybe. She was possibly also bragging a little that she held the title of 'Caterinas best friend' and the others didn't.

Possibly.

Loading her armfuls of food onto the table, Els shrugged. "We're hungry people. We have to eat." Lots. Moretti food was the absolute best anyways.

After all of the 'hi's and other greeting-y stuff was finished with, Charlie trailed behind her friends and Olly down the stairs and into the Great Hall. For a second her feet went to travel in the direction of the Ravenclaw table, but she quickly averted her steps and went towards the green.

Habits, yes?

Ohh, a lot of food. "Never too much," she grinned. And if there was, then there were a lot of other people in this school that would probably clamour over it. If it was as good as advertised.

She felt a little guilty that she hadn't offered to carry any, but as she flopped onto the bench and the others put the food on the table, she realised that it was just to late for that.

And with Charlie arriving (...) their little group was finally complete. Olly still had no idea what they were doing or why they'd met up or why Cat had picked them out. Well, actually, she had started to wonder why she herself had been among the invitees. She didn't reaaaalllly know Cat well or anything. She knew what Els had told her about the Slytherin girl but that was about it.

Following the girl downstairs again (why had they gone upstairs just to go back down again!?), Olly fell into step beside Schuyler. Maybe she knew if there was a purpose to this meeting. She'd ask her later though as right now, the Hufflepuff was too focused on safely bringing the food into the Great Hall.

Which she did. As had Elodie and Cat.

Olly set the food down onto the table (Slytherin, of course) and moved to sit down on the bench. "Yeah." What she said. She gestured at Elodie, throwing the other girl a small grin. Now. "Why are we here?" Was it just to eat? Not that she minded. Just asking.

Considering how much food Cat had brought along with her, it really only made sense that they migrate to the Great Hall. Although it did bring a small grin to her face as she thought how they might look to a passer-by as they feasted in the middle of the first floor corridor. But anyway. Seemed like Cat, Elodie, and Olly had everything covered as far as carrying the food, so she walked along beside Olly until they reached the Great Hall where Cat, of course, chose the Slytherin table to sit.

"So, what all did you make, Cat?" She asked, half-kneeling on the bench to take a peek at the food. At Olly's question, Schuyler tried to appear nonchalant as she answered. "We're celebrating. Mo asked Cat to marry him." But it didn't take long for a grin to make its way onto her face because of course that was totally false.

Cat was pleased that the general consensus was that there was no such thing as too much food and her friends were ready to eat what she'd brought. Nice. This was nice. She'd take it! With a giggle, she stepped around the table, setting everything out properly. Placing a special box in front of each girl. She made sure everything was perfect before she sat down and passed out drinks. Butterbeer, anyone? "Open your boxes if you want to know." NOD. Find your food and eat it.

And she looked at Olly. "I felt like making food and feeding it to my friends." GRIN. Hi Olly. Be my friend, okay? You get food. Then she looked at all of them, "I don't get to see any of you as often as I'd like." She shot her glance in Schuyler's direction and raised an eyebrow.

"How did you KNOW?" Like seriously! How! IT WAS A SECRET ZOMG! With a great sigh, she tapped the table, "Hell. Now you've ruined my surprise, Schuyler. You're so out of the running for maid of honor."

But seriously, no. That was not the reason. Gosh. Cat was fifteen.

W....WEDDING?!

Elodie stared a little and sat herself down on the bench, mulling over numerous things. 1. Why was Schuyler spilling Cat's news? 2. Why on Earth did SHE know before Elodie? and 3. WHY WAS SHE EVEN IN THE RUNNING FOR THAT JOB?!!??!?! Last time Elodie checked, that was totally her job.

"....You guys are kidding, right?" Otherwise she seriously had reason to pout incredibly and eat her sad feelings. She was still starey at the others whilst she opened her box, which completely took away from it, but it was okay. She knew she was going to be fed.

And there was still possible wedding talk to happen.

.................. She kinda hoped not though.

COUGH SPLUTTER WHAT.

West had been heading toward the Slytherin table for food reasons, and also hey look there were some of his friends and then -- THEN-- he heard SCARY WORDS.

JOKE OR NOT IT CREEPED HIM OUT.

Girls were WEIRD.

He backed away and headed towards one of the safer tables. One where girls weren't saying wacky out there things.

In fact, no. He was outta there. Kitchen. Get food. Go to dorm. Safe in dorm.

SIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH.

Well, Elodie didn't think that was very funny at all. Cat hadn't seen the harm in playing along for a moment, but her tone had made it obvious that she wasn't serious. Although, Elodie didn't seem to buy that at all. She was one not pleased Hufflepuff. "Schuyler was joking. It's not true. I'm way too young to be marrying anyone." And if they really thought she would do something like that at FIFTEEN, then they didn't know her very well. They didn't know Mo well either.

"I think you killed West." She added to Schuyler as she watched the boy walk in and abruptly turn around and choke. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay, that had sooooo been worth it. Cat had to hold her side as she laughed cause she was sure she would be getting a cramp.

Taking a butterbeer from Cat when offered, Olly looked down at the box in front of her curiously. Huh. She assumed it was food. Only what...wait, friends?! The Hufflepuff gave the other girl a slightly surprised look at her choice of words. "We're not friends." For once she wasn't trying to be rude but simply honest. They didn't even know each other.

They'd hardly even TALKED.

And then Schuyler said something that made Olly raise her eyebrows at her Gryffindor friend. Marry her? Even if she had believed what the other girl had just said, she doubted she would have been too shocked. Yes, it was WAY TOO EARLY but those relationship!people were all a little bit insane so there. Who knew. Maybe there'd be a pretty summer wedding in July. Was she supposed to be shocked by even the IDEA of Mo and Cat getting married?

...apparently so. At least if Elodie's reaction was anything to go by.

"...and broke Els." Olly added to what Cat had said. Wait, West? It was only then that the actual words registered in her brain, causing her to turn around in her seat slightly to look for the Slytherin boy. Who was backing away and getting as far away from them as possible.

Okay, that WAS amusing, even Olly had to admit that. Which was why she was grinning when she turned back to first glance at Cat (who looked like she was going to choke of laughter) and then look at Schuyler. "I didn't think you'd ever make him walk away from you." She was almost impressed.

Hmmm, interesting. Food in a box. That was practical. Schuyler started opening hers and immediately the mouth-watering scent became stronger. Ooh, spaghetti. She was in the mood for pasta, too. Good call, Cat. "True. We should do this regularly," she supplied. "And I'd offer to bring food next time, but.." She trailed off. Yeah. The whole cooking thing was still in process, as Olly well knew. She could always request food from the house elves in the kitchen, though.

Her grin lengthened when Cat played along with the joke. Because it clearly WAS a joke. Although Elodie didn't seem to pick up on that. A little gullible, yeah? She gave a look of mock shock, before grinning again. "Well, as long as I get to come to the bachelorette party." She'd settle for bridesmaid. Now Cat was clearing up the fact that it was all said in jest, and Schuyler glanced over her shoulder to where West was retreating.

"No telling the Aparecium, West!" She called, with a laugh at the end. And part of the reason she had to laugh was because Cat was cracking up and she had a contagious laugh. Really, though. Schuyler wouldn't put it past the gossip column to blow this out of proportion. "He can handle bludgers to the head, but mention the word marriage and he skedaddles lickety split," she responded to Olly with a smile. Sheeeeeesh. If she ever wanted to get a guy away from her, she knew what to talk about.

With her fork, Schuyler spun the pasta around and around until she got a decent amount on there. Then into the mouth. Mmmm.

"I'm not broken." Really, she wasn't. She just wasn't impressed.

Okay, maybe she was a little jealous that the first time she'd tried to joke about that it had been shot down as soon as she'd said it. But Schuyler could say it. Maybe she was just jealous of the idea of Cat having other friends. Potentially. She'd say nothing. She was a jealous bug sometimes. Sometimes. But she definitely wasn't broken, Olly.

Spaghetti. She definitely had time for spaghetti right now though. Spaghetti and...sauce. Cat was the best friend EVS.

"It'd be cool if someone got married though. Think of the food. And the parties. And the food. And the dressing up." She was totally going to bug her brother to hurry up and renew his vows with his wife now. Seeing as Candice was nowhere near getting married again.

Charlies eyes widened.

Cat and Mo were getting MARRIED?

She couldn't imagine it, and she laughed awkwardly, because it had to be a joke, right? Her eyes flitted from one person to the next, before her laughter became real at the sight of the Slytherin Captain. And the fact that it was a joke. Els didn't seem to have gotten that. But she got that her friend must've been put out that maid of honour was mentioned to Schuyler. Even if it was a joke.

"Bachelorette party and dressing up I can get on board with." Because dressing up was the most fun thing ever. Or at least, up there.

Being a bridesmaid she could totally deal with, too.

But not getting married. No, Cat was far too young.

Wheeeeeze.

Cat was done laughing now. The whole thing wasn't actually that funny because it was so obviously not true. Marriage was not on her list of things to be doing right now, no, and surely they all knew that, right? the thing about it though was West's reaction, that was the part that made her laugh until her side hurt. Cat coughed and held her side and sighed. There was something so satisfying about having a good laugh like that. She felt amazing. "Thank you, Schuyler and West. Mostly West."

Thanks for the laugh.

"Cheer up, buttercup." Cat patted Elodie on the head and gave her bestie an affectionate side!hug. "No one is getting married, okay? Let's talk about something else now." Like right now.

QUIDDITCH?

She was hungry. Really hungry. Holding a book itself drains the power out of a person. Man, she SO needed to be in the kitchen whenever she decided to study. They needed to set a kitchen in the library. Because it was really essential. Studying became pretty HARD after ....twenty minutes? Yeah, something like that. Not just that, CLUE had a scheduled meeting. And that was more interesting and far more important.

Cassia didn't get to talk to the eaglette much the previous day. Because first, Blue was playing and you can't really talk to someone while they were in a middle of a match. And second Blue was commentating. So a meeting was very essential.

The fifth-year returned from the kitchens carrying TWO sandwitches. Beverages were on Blue. She wouldn't forget yeah? That was tradition! Setting the two dishes on the table, the blond sat down and rested her elbows on the table with her eyes were glued on the enterance.

Blue shall come any second. With something to drink and stuffs to talk about.

Hot Chocolate or Pumpkin Juice? Would it be too cliché to say that was in fact, to contradict Shakespeare, the question?

There had clearly only been one correct answer when Blue had been down in the kitchens, debating the pros and cons. Pumpkin Juice would be to wash down their lunch and hot chocolate would be for afterwards. They couldn't have a Clue meeting without hot chocolate.

So the four goblets were hovering in front of her and she was walking very slowly and carefully, just so her magic didn't muck suddenly and have her smell of Halloween for a week. Blue ducked under the drinks, angling her arm awkwardly so her wand would stay pointed at the beverages and held open the door to the Great Hall as the drinks moved sluggishly by her. Ugh. Well, better safe and slow than fast and sorry.

"CASSIA."

Blue beamed and sat down next to the Snakette before reaching up and taking the goblets carefully out of the air and set them on the table. A+ use for the Hover Charm, right there.

"'sup?"