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For those who belong in Slytherin House, on the right side of the Great Hall is where your table awaits. Green banners containing an embroidered silver snake float above the polished table in honour of the cunning Salazar Slytherin. Already placed on the tables are silver plates with accompanying cutlery and goblets. All that is missing right now are the mountains of food and pitchers containing your favourite beverages.
Though your stomach might be growing as you take a seat on one of the long benches next to the table, it is important to not get hangry -- gnawing your arm away or jabbing your fork repeatedly on the surface of the table will do no good whatsoever. Give everyone some time to get settled in and wait for Headmaster Trent to deliver his speech. Keep yourself preoccupied by catching up with your fellow housemates or those who are visiting from the other tables until it is time to sink your teeth into the hearty and delicious meal prepared by the house-elves.
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How on earth was it September already? After getting wet on the short walk from the train to the carriage, the Sixth year had sat through the ride damp. Horribly damp. Thankfully she remembered the hot-air charm when she got inside the Grand Entrance and stopped to dry off - she did not want to start the year off with a cold. No thank you. Making sure to check if Alis or Jorgie wanted her to dry them off since she had her want out, Holly nodded and then continued on the way to the Slytherin Table.
Moving a little ways into the hall, she took a seat where she could easily see the Headmaster, but where they were not too close to the Staff Dias. No thank you, she was happy sitting away from them. Stretching a little, Holly looked around the hall as it started to fill up and she smiled. She was glad to be back though, even if she was sad that meant seeing less of Cameron and her parents.
Twirling her already curly hair around her finger, Holly sat and waited. And waited.
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It was over, the fun was over. Pssh, yeah right. This was Curtis' moment to be arriving back at Hogwarts where he would be seeing more familiar faces. Not only was his dad teaching but now his godmother was there as well. He was surprised his own dad didn't join in on the fun of keeping him straight in line.
Unlike last year, Curtis was early enough and plomped himself down into a seat nearby a girl. Holly, wasn't it? He wiped a few water droplets out of his face from his soaked hair. "Yo." Short and blunt, with his attention back at the staff table. He didn't know what he would be doing soon.
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Isla Bellchant strolled into the Great Hall. Well, not strolled. More like...struggled her way into the Great hall. She had her robes wrapped tightly around the front of her, almost as if she was hiding something and she was. OMG, CURTIS! Curtis would help her! Bernie, too! Maybe even Claudine if she was lucky. She wasn't taking her chances with either one of their prefects. Curtis, Bernie, and maybe Claudine. Those were the three she was putting her trust in for now.
The front of her robes shuffled around a bit, and she promptly took a seat in the very first seat she came to. "Curtis!" she whispered, in that loud whisper tone people used when they wanted to be heard, but they didn't want to be heard too loudly. "You gotta help me!" Well, he didn't have to, but she was seriously hoping he would. "Please."
"Bernie!" she hissed, hoping the girl would hear her. Bernie and Curtis were her best chances at getting away with this. "Curtis, can you please go get Bernie? Pleeeeease." Her eyes said she knew helping her was the last thing he would want to do, but she super, duper needed him to.
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Amused with himself, Dylan Hunt walked over to the table under the dark green banners. Okay so it was more like a skip, but he would never admit that to anyone. He tried his best to maintain his composure but it was hard when he was this excited.
Most of the Hunt lineage bled red and gold, and Dylan wanted nothing more than to break that cycle. For the short start of his life, he never really felt like he belonged. He wasn't very adventurous or outgoing, mostly preferring to sit back and watch his older siblings goof around the woods. He was very much an observer, always watching and waiting for the right time for things. Thinking things through and considering all your options was always the best thing to do. Thinking was something that wasn't really a trait in his family, or so he loved to believe. They always rushed ahead of things, taking the first or the easiest path, not really always the best one. This is why he felt so out of place in his, rather large, family. Everyone had to shine bright and be the best.
But being placed in Slytherin was like a dream come true to the 11-year-old. For once he could make his own path, find his own friends and family. Maybe he would even be able to shine this year in his own light, instead of being shadowed by his siblings.
Eagerly sitting down at the table he was ready to start his own life and be independent.
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Odaline was glad to be away from Stemp House again and back to normality. Hogwarts had been a constant in her life since she was 11 and it felt like home more than anywhere else ever had and probably ever would. She hated leaving for the summer and loved coming back. Obviously, she'd got plans to sort Maia out and get her to stay away from Hanna, but that wasn't for the first night back. She'd just plant a few pins into the girl's mattress for now before she took a chunk out of her arm and burned her trunk to ashes.
She was wet to the bone, but it wasn't an issue. It kept her grounded. Reminded her of her nights on the streets in Diagon Alley before she was given a place at Stemp House.
So, Oda tucked herself quietly into a seat at the table and ignored whatever was happening with that insufferable second year. Bellchant, was it? Oda could think of a better bell word, honestly.
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Aboli was FRESH OFF THE TRAIN and so thrilled to be back! Merlin! It looked the same as it had done years ago---when she had been here in her first year. Did this place ever really change, though? The smell---that older smell of all old, stone buildings--the excitement in the air as the first years disembarked from the boats. She had LOVED that back when she had been eleven.
She took her place at the Slytherin table, next to a girl who looked to be around her age [Odaline] and tried not feel so nervous that she'd throw up. Why had she left in her first year all those years ago - because she had felt so ANXIOUS about being different. But here she was, now, FIFTEEN AND ALMOST A PROPER ADULT OK? And she could DO this. "Hi." She said in her friendliest tone she could muster. "I'm Aboli." And she'd leave it at that in case she came off too talkative and weird.
Granted, she didn't mind being seen as weird...but not the...socially awkward kind of weird. What DID catch her attention was the first year that had just been sorted and taken a seat at their table [Dylan]. She shot him a smile. "Oh my.....you're my brother's age. Are you nervous?" she asked, again, in her friendliest tone.
And her stomach was already rumbling. Ugh.
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Isla Bellchant strolled into the Great Hall. Well, not strolled. More like...struggled her way into the Great hall. She had her robes wrapped tightly around the front of her, almost as if she was hiding something and she was. OMG, CURTIS! Curtis would help her! Bernie, too! Maybe even Claudine if she was lucky. She wasn't taking her chances with either one of their prefects. Curtis, Bernie, and maybe Claudine. Those were the three she was putting her trust in for now.
The front of her robes shuffled around a bit, and she promptly took a seat in the very first seat she came to. "Curtis!" she whispered, in that loud whisper tone people used when they wanted to be heard, but they didn't want to be heard too loudly. "You gotta help me!" Well, he didn't have to, but she was seriously hoping he would. "Please."
"Bernie!" she hissed, hoping the girl would hear her. Bernie and Curtis were her best chances at getting away with this. "Curtis, can you please go get Bernie? Pleeeeease." Her eyes said she knew helping her was the last thing he would want to do, but she super, duper needed him to.
Curtis was still bored as the Sorting Ceremony was bound to begin whenever it usually does. He was staring blankly when he heard his name being called. It wasn't by a Professor luckily. He didn't turn his head, only his eyes followed the sound. Oh, it's that one girl Isla. They worked together a couple of times last term. Help? "Why?" He asked, matching this hushed volume. Namely, because he wasn't being asked to help more like demanded and Curtis didn't take orders well. Unless he was getting something out of this. The please, however, did get him to turn his head to look her way.
Geez, this must be important. Though now he was confused, suddenly she wanted Bernie and for him to fetch her? He wasn't a messenger, but given the urgent look on her face she was in a panic. And he was bored after all. So with that in mind, "Okay... before I agree to get her, can you tell me what's the problem?" And why was she bundling her robes so- Ohh.... she's hiding something. But what? Maybe this feast won't be so boring after all.
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Curtis was still bored as the Sorting Ceremony was bound to begin whenever it usually does. He was staring blankly when he heard his name being called. It wasn't by a Professor luckily. He didn't turn his head, only his eyes followed the sound. Oh, it's that one girl Isla. They worked together a couple of times last term. Help? "Why?" He asked, matching this hushed volume. Namely, because he wasn't being asked to help more like demanded and Curtis didn't take orders well. Unless he was getting something out of this. The please, however, did get him to turn his head to look her way.
Geez, this must be important. Though now he was confused, suddenly she wanted Bernie and for him to fetch her? He wasn't a messenger, but given the urgent look on her face she was in a panic. And he was bored after all. So with that in mind, "Okay... before I agree to get her, can you tell me what's the problem?" And why was she bundling her robes so- Ohh.... she's hiding something. But what? Maybe this feast won't be so boring after all.
Curtis answered her in exactly the manner she thought he would. She gave him a worried look followed by a wide-eyed expression when a half-meow, half-howling sound came from her robes. "Maleficent," she lightly hissed. Curtis didn't sound too enthusiastic about being a helper and a messenger, but at least he was asking what was going on, which gave Isla a little hope.
She sighed and wrapped her robes a little tighter. "Okay, so I sort of brought a magical creature onto the train, and I'm not supposed to have it here without permission," she began. "I didn't know I was supposed to ask, but now that she's here, I don't want them to take her away. I'm going to be toast when they find out I have her without permission."
"Basically, I'm going to hide her until the first Hogsmeade weekend, and then I'm going to write to my mom to have her pick her up," she added. It wasn't like she had a nundu under her robes or anything like that, but she did not want anybody to take Maleficent away from her.
Aboli was FRESH OFF THE TRAIN and so thrilled to be back! Merlin! It looked the same as it had done years ago---when she had been here in her first year. Did this place ever really change, though? The smell---that older smell of all old, stone buildings--the excitement in the air as the first years disembarked from the boats. She had LOVED that back when she had been eleven.
She took her place at the Slytherin table, next to a girl who looked to be around her age [Odaline] and tried not feel so nervous that she'd throw up. Why had she left in her first year all those years ago - because she had felt so ANXIOUS about being different. But here she was, now, FIFTEEN AND ALMOST A PROPER ADULT OK? And she could DO this. "Hi." She said in her friendliest tone she could muster. "I'm Aboli." And she'd leave it at that in case she came off too talkative and weird.
Granted, she didn't mind being seen as weird...but not the...socially awkward kind of weird. What DID catch her attention was the first year that had just been sorted and taken a seat at their table [Dylan]. She shot him a smile. "Oh my.....you're my brother's age. Are you nervous?" she asked, again, in her friendliest tone.
And her stomach was already rumbling. Ugh.
With both the excitement of not being sorted into Gryffindor, and the knowledge that the girl he'd spoken to in the hall hadn't gone running, he was feeling oddly confident. So when the girl, who he assumed was older, started talking to him, he felt good about answering.
"Nervous? No, I'm actually really excited." He smiled wide. "I've had five other siblings go through this. And if those idiots can make it through unscathed, so can I." The moment that hat shouted out Slytherin, all of his nerves went away. He was the first green in a long line of Reds and he couldn't be happier about it.
Sticking his hand out he said, "Hunt. Dylan Hunt. Pleasure to meet you."
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Curtis answered her in exactly the manner she thought he would. She gave him a worried look followed by a wide-eyed expression when a half-meow, half-howling sound came from her robes. "Maleficent," she lightly hissed. Curtis didn't sound too enthusiastic about being a helper and a messenger, but at least he was asking what was going on, which gave Isla a little hope.
She sighed and wrapped her robes a little tighter. "Okay, so I sort of brought a magical creature onto the train, and I'm not supposed to have it here without permission," she began. "I didn't know I was supposed to ask, but now that she's here, I don't want them to take her away. I'm going to be toast when they find out I have her without permission."
"Basically, I'm going to hide her until the first Hogsmeade weekend, and then I'm going to write to my mom to have her pick her up," she added. It wasn't like she had a nundu under her robes or anything like that, but she did not want anybody to take Maleficent away from her.
Well, that answered his question. A surprise pet. Sounded like something cat-like. Curtis couldn't help smiling at this. He had brought a tarantula last year, good old Betsy until he lost her and eventually she was found and forced to be given up. So knowing that she was sneaking a pet in too? "Cool." What else was there to say?
"Alright, I'll help you out and we can talk about payment later." Yeah, he really was going to ask for some galleons or something of equal value to be a messenger. Greedy? Perhaps. Smart? Yes. He was looking for a reason to do something other than sit and wait for a boring speech anyway. So with that, he swung out of his seat and walked casually over to Bernie.
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All summer, when he had been home, had been filled with nostalgic ramblings and declarations from mum and dad about how wonderful their final term at Hogwarts had been and just how meaningful it all was. Grandpa had, of course, chimed in as well in his own boisterous way...and brought out his ancient yearbooks and scrapbook and everything else that the seventeen year old had cared NOT to ever lay his eyes on.
The platform had been mortifying. The ride on the Express disappointing. The carriage ride to the castle somber and wet. His talk with Nina humbling, he supposed. And now he he was making his way over to his house table and wonder just who Isla thought she was fooling being THAT transparent with the fact that she was hiding something - the manner in which she was holding her robes was obvious enough - or the fact that she was now whispering to Curtis of all people about things. Whatever, none of this was HIS problem to worry about so he was was going to instead busy himself with looking at the staff dais to see if he could figure out just WHY his mum had been so giddy about things and had reiterated over and over again how not disappointed he would be with certain subjects.
And then he saw what it was his mum had been alluding too and just why he had heard Rebecca squeak in delight so loudly moments earlier. Seated at the dais was none other than Mr. Williamson. Well, Professor Williamson now...he supposed.
Disappointed? No.
Embarrassed? Yes. Very very VERY much yes and his eyes immediately tore away from the dais before the family friend could make eye contact with him. Or at least...he HOPED that it was before. Merlin this was just as bad as when Jade transferred in...so many stories he did NOT want shared...
Mumbling and grumbling to himself, Eiji busied himself with drying his robes and hair a bit more with his wand. Least he could give the rain that much credit seeing as it was providing himself with something to do in the meanwhile.
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Walking inside, Austin stood at the doorway when he was inside. He waved his wand, muttering a charm to dry his soaking robes. Afterwords, he sat near Curtis and observed the conversation, not really saying anything.. He guessed old habbits never die and he didn't totally get over his selective mutism. But the fourth year was getting better. Whens dinner? He's starving.
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Seventh year. She's still soaking it all in, not that it made any difference at all. She was still the same quiet and shy person that she is except with an upgraded badge. She spared herself the dramatics of it but she's hoping that everything would go smooth and well for her last year at Hogwarts. Her father was more excited for this than her. He went nostalgic on her back before she boarded the train.
Honestly she just doesn't want the stress from NEWTs. That's all.
The rain is not very welcoming at all. She didn't like it one bit. Jillian doesn't like being soaked especially on her first day back at Hogwarts. Several deep breaths were made as she thought of making herself at least presentable during the feast. UGH. Obviously she took a quick detour to the prefect's bathroom and dried herself, sort of. It didn't take up so much of her time. The important thing is that she managed to somehow not look like the weather outside.
As soon as she is done fixing herself- especially her hair, Jillian moved her way into the Slytherin table and spotted a few of her schoolmates already mingling... some were new and some were familiar faces of course. Isla and Curtis - a weird combo to see, she gave them both a smile. She also spotted new professors that are joining them for the upcoming term. Sad that she won't be seeing Professor Sandhu this term. Jillian enjoyed her classes.
She saw Eiji trying to dry himself.
A N Y W A Y...
She kept herself quiet as usual and occasionally glancing at people around. if anything she's ready to feast and get a good night rest.
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Nina preferred to be one of the first at their table because she liked having her first choice of seats. With the way things transpired after the train ride, however, she wanted to speak to Calyx again before joining her housemates at the table. Unfortunately this meant she would have to sacrifice her first choice of seats. Something that thankfully didn't matter as much as it looked as though Eiji had arrived early enough to snag a decent spot.
She made her way towards him, still a little weary, but otherwise feeling much better after their conversation. She may have given some judgemental looks at Isla and Curtis as she walked by them. Whatever they were up to, Nina was absolutely certain that nothing good would come of it. Professor Fuller-Thompson needed to teach his son some discipline, honestly. It was such a bad look for the Charms Professor. Wasn't he embarrassed? Nina knew she would be in that sort of position.
As she gracefully slid onto the bench, she gave Odaline a(n accidental) judgemental look over too. Had she forgotten that they were back at school and could use magic to dry themselves off? Honestly, each of her housemates were more ridiculous than the next. It made Nina wonder how much worse the Gryffindor table probably was tonight. She wouldn't waste her time worrying about it though. That was a job Jillian seeing as they decided to make her head girl. Nina gave her a small smile in acknowledgement. She was not jealous.
Finally settled, she looked from Eiji over to the two trouble makers (Isla and Curtis). "I hope they don't ruin our last feast."
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With both the excitement of not being sorted into Gryffindor, and the knowledge that the girl he'd spoken to in the hall hadn't gone running, he was feeling oddly confident. So when the girl, who he assumed was older, started talking to him, he felt good about answering.
"Nervous? No, I'm actually really excited." He smiled wide. "I've had five other siblings go through this. And if those idiots can make it through unscathed, so can I." The moment that hat shouted out Slytherin, all of his nerves went away. He was the first green in a long line of Reds and he couldn't be happier about it.
Sticking his hand out he said, "Hunt. Dylan Hunt. Pleasure to meet you."
Oh! THAT was a surprise. She had always pretended she was confident, but on the inside had NOT been. So either this kid WAS actually confident or he was pretending - either way, she laughed at his response. "Are you the youngest?" Five idiots. HA. That made her laugh, too. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Dylan. Name's Aboli Song." What a weird name, she knew, and she anticipated a comment about it.
And then she'd have to explain the backstory to her name...blah blah, it was all the usual, so before he even ASKED she just decided she'd come out and explain. "My stepdad's Korean---hence SONG being my surname. Aboli is Hindi for flower---my grandparents are Indian--my mum's adopted--" she waved her hand off as if her completely WEIRD family life were boring to her now. "I am tired of the comments about my weird name, honestly, as if this weren't WIZARDING Britain and everyone's name didn't sound bloody odd." Hmph. "But it's nice to meet you as well. I'm a fifth year....and this is...semi my first real year here, too. I came in my first year and left after about a month. That shouldn't scare you - I think you're much better adjusted than I was at eleven." She shrugged a bit and glanced at the staff table.
She couldn't even remember any of her old professors. Who had been here when she started? Hmph. She was wondering which of them would be teaching her Divination, the class she most looked forward to. She hoped whoever it was wasn't a complete sham; she had often asked her mother if SHE would ever teach Divination, and Ziggy had always replied with a firm 'no.' Aboli couldn't blame her; if there was one profession she didn't want to entertain the idea of, it was teaching. In fact, she didn't know exactly what she wanted to do in life yet, and since next year was the BIG YEAR of choosing classes for NEWT levels....she really needed to think on it. She supposed whoever her head of house was could be a help.
Mental note to get to know le Slytherin head of house. PRONTO.
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Holly gave the boy a small half, smile and went back to hoping that food would hurry up. She was tempted to fish her Arithmancy book out of her bag and read that until it was time to eat but that was too rude, even for her. Twirling her hair around her finger, she eyed the younger girl with the wriggly jacket who was talking to the boy who had said hi.
Weird.
Also something she definitely didn’t want to get pulled into - yet she was curious. Unfortunately, her hearing wasn’t great enough to hear whispering. She also didn’t care enough. Nope, she wasn’t getting herself into trouble that had nothing to do with her or her best friends.
Sigh. She was so bored. When would the sorting end???
Moving a little in her seat, she crossed one leg over the other and rested her chin in her palm. If only she was more interested in the newest additions to Slytherin House … but, she’d meet them eventually. Right?
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Naturally, her mood was not 100% chipper but it had improved just a bit thanks to the positive reaction from Fuller-Thompson in relation to the crups. With that bit of happening, with Bernadette Grantham out of her life, Claudine felt that she had some sort of closure to the events of the Forest. She was looking forward to moving ahead now. The third year slipped herself into a spot at the Slytherin table as she looked around for Curtis. It turned out he was nowhere to be seen, at least not there. Had she been paying attention to the Gryffindor table, she’d have seen him there. Claudine was trying to avoid that particular table for the obvious reason as well as for the whole Cole/Naya thing. The last thing she wanted was to look over there and see those two being all cosy. It would dank all of her feelings out of her body. Instead, she focused on the Staff table, studying the new faces.
Oh! THAT was a surprise. She had always pretended she was confident, but on the inside had NOT been. So either this kid WAS actually confident or he was pretending - either way, she laughed at his response. "Are you the youngest?" Five idiots. HA. That made her laugh, too. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Dylan. Name's Aboli Song." What a weird name, she knew, and she anticipated a comment about it.
And then she'd have to explain the backstory to her name...blah blah, it was all the usual, so before he even ASKED she just decided she'd come out and explain. "My stepdad's Korean---hence SONG being my surname. Aboli is Hindi for flower---my grandparents are Indian--my mum's adopted--" she waved her hand off as if her completely WEIRD family life were boring to her now. "I am tired of the comments about my weird name, honestly, as if this weren't WIZARDING Britain and everyone's name didn't sound bloody odd." Hmph. "But it's nice to meet you as well. I'm a fifth year....and this is...semi my first real year here, too. I came in my first year and left after about a month. That shouldn't scare you - I think you're much better adjusted than I was at eleven." She shrugged a bit and glanced at the staff table.
She couldn't even remember any of her old professors. Who had been here when she started? Hmph. She was wondering which of them would be teaching her Divination, the class she most looked forward to. She hoped whoever it was wasn't a complete sham; she had often asked her mother if SHE would ever teach Divination, and Ziggy had always replied with a firm 'no.' Aboli couldn't blame her; if there was one profession she didn't want to entertain the idea of, it was teaching. In fact, she didn't know exactly what she wanted to do in life yet, and since next year was the BIG YEAR of choosing classes for NEWT levels....she really needed to think on it. She supposed whoever her head of house was could be a help.
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Perfect. She didn't run after his introduction. Which meant either he really was better at this confidence thing than he had anticipated or she really was very friendly.
"Yes I am. I've got three older sisters and two older brothers. It's not so bad being the baby, but with such an age gap between us all it's a little weird. They've all since graduated." He waved his hand as if to not care that they're gone. Actually he was very excited that they're all gone. He heard stories about how they all used to tease each other when some of them went at the same time. His sister above him always talked about how she would get called different Hunt names because most of the teachers had most of his siblings. He was hoping none of those teachers still worked here.
Aboli. What an interesting name. He was about to ask where it came from but she was already diving into a story about it. At her comment about everyone having weird names he looked around the room. It was true that some of the people he had met on the train had weird names. "Well I think Aboli is a lovely name." He flashed her a smile. "At least it means something. I'm pretty sure my name was picked at random out of a baby book." He shrugged. That's what he got for being the sixth kid.
He began tapping his foot nervously when she told him she had left school for a little while. Why would she leave? What could've happened that made her want to not come back for four years? Would that happen to him to? No. He was going to make sure of it. This was going to be how he made a name for himself. A Dylan not a Hunt. He kept telling himself that. "May I ask why you left in the first place?"
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Naturally, her mood was not 100% chipper but it had improved just a bit thanks to the positive reaction from Fuller-Thompson in relation to the crups. With that bit of happening, with Bernadette Grantham out of her life, Claudine felt that she had some sort of closure to the events of the Forest. She was looking forward to moving ahead now. The third year slipped herself into a spot at the Slytherin table as she looked around for Curtis. It turned out he was nowhere to be seen, at least not there. Had she been paying attention to the Gryffindor table, she’d have seen him there. Claudine was trying to avoid that particular table for the obvious reason as well as for the whole Cole/Naya thing. The last thing she wanted was to look over there and see those two being all cosy. It would dank all of her feelings out of her body. Instead, she focused on the Staff table, studying the new faces.
After his quick trip to the Gryffindor table, Curtis did his part of the job. Now he just had to return the message to Isla, something about them needing to meet with puffers next. He'd get around to that.. eventually. Whenever he sees Isla again, he can continue their discussion.
Since he just lost his earlier seat from one of the newbie Slytherins, Curtis instead took a seat next to Claudine who was looking lost. "Claudine, right?" Yes, he heard and knew of what happened last term, but just like with Bernie earlier, he held no grudge. It wasn't like they stole the two dogs and threw them into the Acromantula's mouth which would give him a reason to dislike her.
Anyway, those that did acknowledge him got the same treatment from him and the speech was finally heard. Really? Speaking of grudges, their Headmaster still had it out for him. That was one time and he's still bringing that up? Curtis could pity the man. But he didn't feel like it. Just by outing him with the wrong surname, Curtis could tell this year was going to be a barrel of fun. His eyes moved to his dad who had... wait, new dogs? Curtis blinked. His dad didn't have any dogs with him when he left for Hogwarts and they weren't even the same breed as the ones his grandparents just adopted. Whatever. He'll check them out later.
For now, he was going to tuck into some of the food that just appeared in front of him at the table.
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Oh. There he was. Claudine nodded. As usual, she wasn’t sure what to say; conversations were not her strong point. In that split second, she decided not to mention to Curtis that his dad had asked her to keep an eye on him. Curtis would probably laugh or make fun of her, anyway. Worst yet, he could purposely choose not to listen to her. So yeah. She’d keep Fuller-Thompson’s request to herself.
Claudine didn’t have to wonder further about the new faces as they were soon introduced. But not before Trent decided to dredge up back last term’s Forest incident somewhat. Her first instinct was to duck under the Slytherin table because surely everyone who had been present last term knew that she was the Slytherin being referred to? And if they hadn’t been here, then surely they would have been told by their friends… or they would be enlightened now. A dull flush crept up Claudine’s cheeks but she fought the urge to hide and she stared defiantly up at the Staff table. Actually, she was staring at the wall behind it but no one needed to know that. Trent’s remarks of that incident only fueled her determination to get back in his and Fuller-Thompson’s good books. Hers also, since she had things to prove to herself.
The third year seized the nearest dish of roast beef to put some on her plate. Food meant that soon they could all go to their respective dorms. This was what Claudine wanted more than anything in the world at present. Before she began eating, she snuck a piece of bread from the bread pudding dish to stick into her pocket. Samm had to eat as well.
“Pretty sure he can’t use you as an example for the rest of his life, Curtis. There’s bound to be another student or two being late this term.’’ Like some helpless first year who kept getting lost.
Perfect. She didn't run after his introduction. Which meant either he really was better at this confidence thing than he had anticipated or she really was very friendly.
"Yes I am. I've got three older sisters and two older brothers. It's not so bad being the baby, but with such an age gap between us all it's a little weird. They've all since graduated." He waved his hand as if to not care that they're gone. Actually he was very excited that they're all gone. He heard stories about how they all used to tease each other when some of them went at the same time. His sister above him always talked about how she would get called different Hunt names because most of the teachers had most of his siblings. He was hoping none of those teachers still worked here.
Aboli. What an interesting name. He was about to ask where it came from but she was already diving into a story about it. At her comment about everyone having weird names he looked around the room. It was true that some of the people he had met on the train had weird names. "Well I think Aboli is a lovely name." He flashed her a smile. "At least it means something. I'm pretty sure my name was picked at random out of a baby book." He shrugged. That's what he got for being the sixth kid.
He began tapping his foot nervously when she told him she had left school for a little while. Why would she leave? What could've happened that made her want to not come back for four years? Would that happen to him to? No. He was going to make sure of it. This was going to be how he made a name for himself. A Dylan not a Hunt. He kept telling himself that. "May I ask why you left in the first place?"
Doing the math, that meant he was the youngest of SIX. SIX CHILDREN. Aboli couldn't imagine having that many siblings....two younger brothers was enough! "And here I am, the eldest of my crew. My youngest brother is here somewhere...your year...just been sorted, too..." she glanced down the table to see if he had graced them with his presence, but she wouldn't be surprised if he had found a very quiet corner to hide in and read. He wasn't one for crowds. "Perhaps your family was all done with having babies and then you came along on accident," she chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. SHE thought it was funny.
Dylan..."I can't remember if Dylan means anything, but you're probably right. Doesn't matter, though. Name's are special regardless." Her stomach was beginning to really rumble, and if there was ONE positive memory she had from her first month here, it was the foooooood! "The headmaster usually gives a nice speech," she nodded at the staff table. "And then we get to eat. Hopefully he's not longwinded." She didn't know if her stomach could take it!
HmmmmmmmMMmmmmm...how to answer this without scaring him. She didn't want to make him think Hogwarts was horrible - in fact, she didn't think that at all. It had been more HER than Hogwarts. "Well, I've always been a very odd kid, and I had a lot of trouble making friends growing up - I came here knowing few people. My mum didn't go here...so...I didn't have that connection to this place. And I just...missed home so much. But I regret not sticking it out! Because now I'm fifteen and I've got...maybe...a handful of friends IF that. It's very lonely being homeschooled." She admitted.
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Doing the math, that meant he was the youngest of SIX. SIX CHILDREN. Aboli couldn't imagine having that many siblings....two younger brothers was enough! "And here I am, the eldest of my crew. My youngest brother is here somewhere...your year...just been sorted, too..." she glanced down the table to see if he had graced them with his presence, but she wouldn't be surprised if he had found a very quiet corner to hide in and read. He wasn't one for crowds. "Perhaps your family was all done with having babies and then you came along on accident," she chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. SHE thought it was funny.
Dylan..."I can't remember if Dylan means anything, but you're probably right. Doesn't matter, though. Name's are special regardless." Her stomach was beginning to really rumble, and if there was ONE positive memory she had from her first month here, it was the foooooood! "The headmaster usually gives a nice speech," she nodded at the staff table. "And then we get to eat. Hopefully he's not longwinded." She didn't know if her stomach could take it!
HmmmmmmmMMmmmmm...how to answer this without scaring him. She didn't want to make him think Hogwarts was horrible - in fact, she didn't think that at all. It had been more HER than Hogwarts. "Well, I've always been a very odd kid, and I had a lot of trouble making friends growing up - I came here knowing few people. My mum didn't go here...so...I didn't have that connection to this place. And I just...missed home so much. But I regret not sticking it out! Because now I'm fifteen and I've got...maybe...a handful of friends IF that. It's very lonely being homeschooled." She admitted.
He looked around the table with her as if he knew who he was looking for. Of course he'd never met her brother before, but if he was as nice as her than maybe they could be friends too. That was assuming they were friends now. He was hoping so.
He chuckled when she mentioned him being an accident. "I was definitely an accident, my brothers make sure to tell me often." At least once a day, if he could remember correctly. Which was another good reason he was here. There were no older brothers to tease him, or older sisters to practice make up on.
Names are special. That was really good, he liked that. He was only here for a day and already he felt special. Which was very very hard to feel in a family of 8. You would think, with him being the baby he would've been the favorite. Don't get him wrong, he's still his mom's favorite. But his eldest sister had a baby last year, and everyone's attention was on her.
Looking up at the staff table for a moment, he took a long look at the line of people sitting there. So those were his teachers? Hopefully none of them had had a Hunt before. Dylan didn't want to live under anyone's shadow.
A grumble coming from his stomach brought him back down to earth. Were they going to eat any time soon? His father raved about the feasts back in the day, and he was hoping to get his hands on some chicken soon.
"You know that makes a lot of sense. If you don't know anyone, especially in a large place like this, it can be a bit intimidating. Thankfully I know all I need to know about this place from either my siblings or my parents. It helps to get all of the facts before doing anything. That's how I handle stuff." He said this last sentence very proudly. He was very proud of how he handled his stress. Many kids his age were all over the place, but he liked to see himself as a calm, quiet, kid. Well.... The quiet part seems to be going out the window.
"Did you like being homeschooled? What made you come back?"
He looked around the table with her as if he knew who he was looking for. Of course he'd never met her brother before, but if he was as nice as her than maybe they could be friends too. That was assuming they were friends now. He was hoping so.
He chuckled when she mentioned him being an accident. "I was definitely an accident, my brothers make sure to tell me often." At least once a day, if he could remember correctly. Which was another good reason he was here. There were no older brothers to tease him, or older sisters to practice make up on.
Names are special. That was really good, he liked that. He was only here for a day and already he felt special. Which was very very hard to feel in a family of 8. You would think, with him being the baby he would've been the favorite. Don't get him wrong, he's still his mom's favorite. But his eldest sister had a baby last year, and everyone's attention was on her.
Looking up at the staff table for a moment, he took a long look at the line of people sitting there. So those were his teachers? Hopefully none of them had had a Hunt before. Dylan didn't want to live under anyone's shadow.
A grumble coming from his stomach brought him back down to earth. Were they going to eat any time soon? His father raved about the feasts back in the day, and he was hoping to get his hands on some chicken soon.
"You know that makes a lot of sense. If you don't know anyone, especially in a large place like this, it can be a bit intimidating. Thankfully I know all I need to know about this place from either my siblings or my parents. It helps to get all of the facts before doing anything. That's how I handle stuff." He said this last sentence very proudly. He was very proud of how he handled his stress. Many kids his age were all over the place, but he liked to see himself as a calm, quiet, kid. Well.... The quiet part seems to be going out the window.
"Did you like being homeschooled? What made you come back?"
That made her laugh. Typical of older siblings, she supposed. Not that she would know herself, but from what she could observe, yes. "Well, that's okay. Some accidents are happy accidents, aren't they?" she smirked. The phrase sounded vaguely familiar....like she had heard it somewhere before, but she couldn't very well place where.
Hmm...homeschool. "Well...like anything, there's pros and cons to it. A big pro was that my mum, since she's fantastically brilliant, is a very good teacher. And my dad is a good disciplinarian." She rolled her eyes a bit. "So I'm not behind or anything. And it was nice to get to decide when I get my work done, though my mum was quite strict with routine." Which was so odd considering the hippy-dippy nature of Ziggy Song. "So the waking up early...isn't going to new. I had to wake up for my brother to be brought to his primary education school. And my tutor was quite nice." She supposed. She would miss him, she would."But...it just all gets rather lonely, which I expect isn't something that can easily happen here."
But before she could go on, there was the headmaster! Aboli leaned forward slightly in anticipation, her head propped up by her hand and elbow on the table. Warning after warning, eh? While Aboli liked and welcomed a bit of danger, she wanted to make it through her OWL year in one piece, thank you. AND she didn't want to get expelled her FIRST official real year here. So she would be doing her best to follow all of the ... well, logical rules. "We can eat!" she told Dylan gleeeeeefully as the Headmaster had a seat, and she DUG RIGHT IN.
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Oh. There he was. Claudine nodded. As usual, she wasn’t sure what to say; conversations were not her strong point. In that split second, she decided not to mention to Curtis that his dad had asked her to keep an eye on him. Curtis would probably laugh or make fun of her, anyway. Worst yet, he could purposely choose not to listen to her. So yeah. She’d keep Fuller-Thompson’s request to herself.
Claudine didn’t have to wonder further about the new faces as they were soon introduced. But not before Trent decided to dredge up back last term’s Forest incident somewhat. Her first instinct was to duck under the Slytherin table because surely everyone who had been present last term knew that she was the Slytherin being referred to? And if they hadn’t been here, then surely they would have been told by their friends… or they would be enlightened now. A dull flush crept up Claudine’s cheeks but she fought the urge to hide and she stared defiantly up at the Staff table. Actually, she was staring at the wall behind it but no one needed to know that. Trent’s remarks of that incident only fueled her determination to get back in his and Fuller-Thompson’s good books. Hers also, since she had things to prove to herself.
The third year seized the nearest dish of roast beef to put some on her plate. Food meant that soon they could all go to their respective dorms. This was what Claudine wanted more than anything in the world at present. Before she began eating, she snuck a piece of bread from the bread pudding dish to stick into her pocket. Samm had to eat as well.
“Pretty sure he can’t use you as an example for the rest of his life, Curtis. There’s bound to be another student or two being late this term.’’ Like some helpless first year who kept getting lost.
Curtis couldn't help laughing at what she said, "Sure, but I bet he'd blame me anyway for starting the trend." It was okay. Annoying at times, but it was okay. Curtis already accepted the fate on always being in the wrong with the Headmaster. Not that the Headmaster was wrong for thinking so, given Curtis' track record, but he expected the man to at least attempt to hide the bias. "It's fine, it just makes it easier to bother him." Shrugging before tucking into a sandwich.
"So are the rumours true? You also on the chopping block of leaving this school?" Curtis asked. Last year, what did he do? Arrive late and yelled at the Headmaster and got suspended a semester. Ignoring the other incidents of course. She? Well, the Headmaster just aired it out for others to know. So why did Curtis ask if the record was laid out already? Well, if he's getting the harsh treatment then they had that in common. It was more for comfirmation.