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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 growling 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 Winterbottom 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.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Ary bounded down the the Great Hall for the End of Term feast, a slightly smug grin on his face. The fact that Slytherin had won the House Cup yet again was obviously the reason for said smugness. But fear not! He was still reasonably humble enough to not go about bragging.
The soonish-to-be fourth year beelined for the Slytherin Table, where he plopped himself down at a random spot on one of the long benches. On the table, he placed about a dozen paperclips of different colours and promptly began to rearrange a yellow one. He was aiming to create a tiny badger for Emma.
It was another year completed for Yulietta. She was a bit sad that it felt it flew by so quick. Hogwarts was a different kind of freedom for her and now she had to wait WEEKS until it started all over again. Going back home to Mexico had its soft spots like eating freshly made tortillas and drinking natural juices from cute plastic pouches on a hot summer day. Worry not, though, she would be back. Her uncle promised her as much.
Quietly making her way to the Great Hall, alongside her cousin Violeta, Yulie tried to drown out the Gryffindor complaining about how much she missed her boyfriend and how unfair her grades were. Honestly, Yulie thought it was Violeta's fault for earning such poor marks. She should have studied.
Anyway, she didn't make a peep–as she often did–she simply nodded empathetically. When they parted ways, each going to their respective house tables, Yulie's shoulders relaxed. Thankfully she was one of the first to arrive, and as she did, her light auburn eyes noticed a housemate with a bunch of paperclips. She sat across from him, her gaze curiously switching from the paperclips to his face.
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Sixth year had felt so relaxing to Solomon. Though he was fully aware that he should still be cramming schoolwork for his exams next year, his immature self felt like he essentially just had a year off. It was safe to say he was not looking forward to his last year at Hogwarts, which felt like it had come around so so fast. Hey ho, he had a whole summer to worry about that and didn’t fancy spoiling the end of term feast. Always a winner of a feast, that.
He found any old seat, smiling politely at everyone who was already present at the Slytherin table, before scanning the hall for his favourites at the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw table. They all received a bigger smile. Now where was Sage?
He had started to wait for her in the common room but had gotten bored, so without thinking, just left by himself.
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Where was Sage? Well, she had been regretting a couple of choice decisions (one of which the consequences of was currently buried deep in her robe's pocket. If anyone questioned why she was eating with her other hand this evening, they would be informed with a very casual explanation that she simply was practicing to become ambidextrous and they would be wise to leave it at that. She had been considering skipping the feast entirely to, ahem, work on this skill and had her wand in hand to disillusion herself when she had been caught mucking about in her dorm and promptly ushered out while also practically being escorted by one of the house prefects. Honestly, didn't they have better things to do with their time than be unpaid aurors?
Still, since she was here now and it was the end of term and there was a certain unfinished business she yearned to attended to...the sixth year (and by the end of this evening a rising seventh year) wanted to make the most of the evening and what had been a rather productive term without too much interruption. Just the small, er, the small matter of ambidextrousness practice that she, er, would need to see Professor Carton about later and preferably before she returned to the common room this evening and certainly before the train home tomorrow.
Strolling over to the Slytherin table, Sage offered cursory glances to her younger housemates but hardly lingered. The only younger housemate really on her radar was a certain first year with her Venus Flytrap and with her mood soured by her, erm, practice in her dormitory she was not feeling particularly charitable with her time. Solomon, on the other hand, had all her attention as she plopped down beside him and moved her hand a little more deeply into her pocket. "So," she greeted abruptly as she straddled the bench and faced him directly. "Are you ever going to come off it and ask me on a proper date or should I just go on ask you?"
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Ary actually wasn’t taking any notice of anyone or anything happening in the Great Hall. It often happened, when he was concentrating super hard on the task at hand, everything else just got zapped into the background. The greeting, however, grabbed his attention. The voice sounded familiar though he couldn’t place it. “Hi,’’ he said, not looking up immediately as he tried to get the badger’s head shaped in the appropriate manner. News flash, folks! It was a challenge. When Ary finally did look up, he understood why he had not placed the voice immediately: Yulietta didn’t often speak {at least not around him}. He knew what it was like to not speak often. “Hi, Yulieta! What did you think of your second year here?” The third year genuinely wanted to know because he would rather not fill his Housemate’s silences with his own opinions about her second year.
Spotting Solomon’s smile, Ary waved the half completed paperclip-badger at him in greeting. Even if Ary wanted to say something to the sixth year, there wasn’t much time since Solomon’s friend quickly engaged him in conversation. He instead turned his gaze to the Hufflepuff table, seeking out half of the pair of his twin sisters. But Ary couldn’t see Dynah. Maybe she was just running late. Mentally shrugging, he got back to his little project.
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In all honesty, there had been a moment when Giselle had considered skipping the end of term feast. Not because she was disappointed in her exams or for any other reason than there usually wasn’t a lot that happened at the feast. Either that, or she’d been tempted to go sit with Rome at the Gryffindor table, wanting to let her brother have his time with Brandon without her and/or Fee hanging around, considering it was entirely likely they would be over the summer. She already figured her brother’s boyfriend would be visiting them at some point over the summer as is, provided they didn’t spend a lot of the summer with Aunt Bella (and therefore Rome, but she held different opinions about her own relationship).
But given the fact they had pulled off the House Cup yet again, the outgoing fifth-year brunette had chosen to head for the Slytherin table. House pride and all that. Plus, she was marginally curious about the result of the question Sage had posed for Solomon, having heard it upon sliding into a seat nearby. Not that she’d outwardly show any interest, instead leaning over toward Ary after giving Yulietta a smile, having caught a glimpse of the paperclip sculpture happening. “What’re you working on now?”, she asked. Bryony was apparently not around yet, nor were the Beery twins, so there wasn’t a lot else to comment on. Not to mention the lack of her own sister to second her, or whatever else Fee would get up to were she around.
Hence her interest in the sixth year drama, and the third year’s paperclip project.
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Yes, she was running late. And for once in her life she hadn't come skipping into the Great Hall (not including those weeks she wasn't speaking with Ary). The blonde had been speaking with her mum before entering the Great Hall, a few reminders had been given and very much needed at this moment as a specific detail had occurred to her what this feast meant. Why were so many of her people all leaving her at once?
Quietly having entered the hall behind her mum, the blonde veered off towards the table of green and silver. Barely any glance at all was needed to find exactly who she needed to find right now before the speech began and she could wander to another table for a few moments. Slipping onto the bench, Bry settled herself down fairly quickly at Ary's side her eyes going directly to the paperclip in his hands to see what he was working on even as she spoke. "Hey Ary," her tone is a little quiet but loud enough to be heard. A small wiggle of her fingers was given to the others closest to where she was sat. Despite her little mood, she wasn't rude.
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Ary actually wasn’t taking any notice of anyone or anything happening in the Great Hall. It often happened, when he was concentrating super hard on the task at hand, everything else just got zapped into the background. The greeting, however, grabbed his attention. The voice sounded familiar though he couldn’t place it. “Hi,’’ he said, not looking up immediately as he tried to get the badger’s head shaped in the appropriate manner. News flash, folks! It was a challenge. When Ary finally did look up, he understood why he had not placed the voice immediately: Yulietta didn’t often speak {at least not around him}. He knew what it was like to not speak often. “Hi, Yulieta! What did you think of your second year here?” The third year genuinely wanted to know because he would rather not fill his Housemate’s silences with his own opinions about her second year.
Spotting Solomon’s smile, Ary waved the half completed paperclip-badger at him in greeting. Even if Ary wanted to say something to the sixth year, there wasn’t much time since Solomon’s friend quickly engaged him in conversation. He instead turned his gaze to the Hufflepuff table, seeking out half of the pair of his twin sisters. But Ary couldn’t see Dynah. Maybe she was just running late. Mentally shrugging, he got back to his little project.
No, she didn't speak often. Mostly because of language barriers, but she was getting better at English. She was also trying to break out of her timid shell. Both very challenging tasks.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, Yulie prepared a response. She hasn't much interacted with other students. Her safe people were Alfie, Brooks and Phoebe. She did make new friends this year, though, but the level of comfort was different.
Ary gave her good vibes, though. She smiled shyly at him. "It was fun," she said slowly in her thick Spanish accent. "I read a lot of books and...I enjoy the lessons and the garden." The garden was her favorite, and despite herself, she was going to miss that spot the most. "How about you? How is it–was it?"
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Feeling unnoticed by his friends around the hall, Solomon had now fixated on two random Gryffindors chatting amongst their table and had entered a sort of trance. If either of them looked at him, they’d surely be freaked out.
Snap! Out of his trance, there she was. Solly smiled, clearly very pleased to see Sage, though his expression neutralised as she seemed to want to get straight to the point about something.
Well.
Whatever he thought she was going to say, that wasn’t it. It’s a good job the feast hadn’t started yet otherwise he’s surely choke on something. Though the term that has just passed had definitely involved some changes within their friendship, he had been putting any ideas of… THIS… off in fears of rejection. Solomon immediately looked down at his lap, quickly back at her face, then her pocket, before dancing between the three spots as he thought of something sharp to say in return. “Ummmm…” the trouble with Sage was that Solomon never knew if she was just kidding around with him, but this time he decided that he would go with it, because truthfully, he was interested. “I guess.” HE GUSSEED?
“I mean… yes, of course I was going to do that.” He stated with a bit of attitude. “So, I take that as a yes?” He asked with a dorky grin. He would’ve gone into detail about how he was a thoughtless individual who didn’t act upon things like normal people do, but that would surely get some fun poked at him.
Ahhh, excellent, food was here. Why didn’t he feel as hungry now?!
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Yes, straight to business it was. As much as she loathed rejection, she hated twiddling her thumbs and waiting around more. Patience was a fickle friend of Sage's, you see, and 100% of the quaffles not thrown did not make it through the hoops.
Both unaware and mostly unbothered by the small audience her and Solomon had amassed (though she could become more bothered by their rubbernecking depending on how this turned out), Sage's gaze fixated on Solomon with his insufferable and prolonged 'um'. Um...UM? Was he being for real right now with his hesitation? Was she, perhaps, more worried about rejection than she was letting on in the moment...no comment. "...you...guess?" Try again, Duck, because that response was getting a poor mark and required a serious revision.
And his revision was, well, better. Acceptable even. Especially once that dorky grin was in place.
"Obviously," she replied with a roll of the eyes but with a smile like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the Great Hall. That and, well, she forgot herself for a moment and removed her hand from her pocket to teasingly bop his nose with her finger. Only there was no finger. In fact, there were no fingers or even a hand to be seen but instead a hoof - the hoof of an Alpine ibex, to be precise. Sage was too relieved and delighted that they were on the same page and this hadn't been the one-sided schoolgirl crush distracting her for literal terms now to notice she had let the kneazle out of the bag about her magical mishap...er...ambidextrous training exha --- okay, okay you know what? FINE. Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. She must have placed the wrong emphasis on some wrong syllable somewhere in Amato Animo Animato Animagus, okay?
She was too enthralled by how much of an adorable dweeb he was presently to notice and, thankfully, the hoof was a soft bop and not one that would break it or otherwise cause his eyes to water from impact.
"Oh lovely. Roast beef with Yorkshire pudding and gravy," she hummed as she swung her leg over the bench and slid along it slightly to sit beside Solomon (her confirmed mutual crush and subject of interest for at least a summer romance) more properly. "Great, because I'm absolutely famished."
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When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born withfire and gold in our eyes
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
The older student certainly hoped he was making this particular challenge easier on Yulieta. On a side note, he really did like the Spanish accent in general, so he found the younger Snake’s no different to listen to. “I’m really glad that you enjoyed it,’’ he replied, beaming because yes, he genuinely was happy. “The Topiary or the Discovery Garden?’’ he continued, now curious. He himself favoured the Topiary Garden. “Third year was… well, it started off challenging, honestly. There was something I was dealing with but it all worked out eventually. Other than that, I enjoyed everything, especially getting to dress up for the Woodcroft Games.’’
Ary was, by now, used to his fellow students asking him what he was fashioning whenever they saw him with the paperclips. “Hi, Giselle,’’ he greeted, squinting at the badger’s face. It seemed to be taking shape now, the shape that he wanted it to be. And yes, hers was a voice he recognised easily. “A badger for Emmie. Want to put in a request? I can make you something too.” One must note that Ary only made this offer to persons he liked. And yes, he was blissfully unaware that Giselle may not really be interested in him and his paperclips at this moment.
The third year was very well aware of someone sitting close to him but he didn’t need her to speak to know that it was the girlfriend that had finally arrived. But when she did speak, Ary immediately looked up, concern reflected on his face. “Hey, Bry. What’s wrong?” Abandoning the paperclips, he reached out, slipping one of his hands into one of hers.
It was at that moment that the speech was given but Ary barely paid attention to it since Bry was in distress.
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Yes, straight to business it was. As much as she loathed rejection, she hated twiddling her thumbs and waiting around more. Patience was a fickle friend of Sage's, you see, and 100% of the quaffles not thrown did not make it through the hoops.
Both unaware and mostly unbothered by the small audience her and Solomon had amassed (though she could become more bothered by their rubbernecking depending on how this turned out), Sage's gaze fixated on Solomon with his insufferable and prolonged 'um'. Um...UM? Was he being for real right now with his hesitation? Was she, perhaps, more worried about rejection than she was letting on in the moment...no comment. "...you...guess?" Try again, Duck, because that response was getting a poor mark and required a serious revision.
And his revision was, well, better. Acceptable even. Especially once that dorky grin was in place.
"Obviously," she replied with a roll of the eyes but with a smile like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the Great Hall. That and, well, she forgot herself for a moment and removed her hand from her pocket to teasingly bop his nose with her finger. Only there was no finger. In fact, there were no fingers or even a hand to be seen but instead a hoof - the hoof of an Alpine ibex, to be precise. Sage was too relieved and delighted that they were on the same page and this hadn't been the one-sided schoolgirl crush distracting her for literal terms now to notice she had let the kneazle out of the bag about her magical mishap...er...ambidextrous training exha --- okay, okay you know what? FINE. Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. She must have placed the wrong emphasis on some wrong syllable somewhere in Amato Animo Animato Animagus, okay?
She was too enthralled by how much of an adorable dweeb he was presently to notice and, thankfully, the hoof was a soft bop and not one that would break it or otherwise cause his eyes to water from impact.
"Oh lovely. Roast beef with Yorkshire pudding and gravy," she hummed as she swung her leg over the bench and slid along it slightly to sit beside Solomon (her confirmed mutual crush and subject of interest for at least a summer romance) more properly. "Great, because I'm absolutely famished."
True, he was very unaware of any audience, though Sage posed as a good distraction from everyone else. In reality, Solomon didn’t ever converse with many people at end of term feasts. His mood was always way off as he filled with the imminent dread of going home for summer. So yes, a summer romance sounded like the absolute best idea ever, almost making him giddy on the spot.
OKAY, he knew saying I guess was a terrible response but it didn’t deserve an almighty wallop with a hoof, and he didn’t think he was at all being dramatic by describing the bop as a wallop in his head. “What the heck was that?” Solly was offended, and waved her away. “Is that your good luck charm?” All he could think of was how random she truly was. Never once did he carry animal hoofs around in his pockets.
Though it would be kinda CUTE if she brought it to pluck up the courage to speak to him today. The Slytherin smirked at the thought but decided it wasn’t a time to tease her.
“Cool.” He replied to her lack of discussing WHAT they could possibly do together. Was that his job to instigate the date of her dreams? Was it supposed to be a surprise? It felt like something he should ask Aurora for help with. “I’ll pick you up at 8.” Solly joked and clicked his fingers, finishing with a point. Heh, heh, heh. He was sniggering a little while watching her face as she sized up the feast.
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The older student certainly hoped he was making this particular challenge easier on Yulieta. On a side note, he really did like the Spanish accent in general, so he found the younger Snake’s no different to listen to. “I’m really glad that you enjoyed it,’’ he replied, beaming because yes, he genuinely was happy. “The Topiary or the Discovery Garden?’’ he continued, now curious. He himself favoured the Topiary Garden. “Third year was… well, it started off challenging, honestly. There was something I was dealing with but it all worked out eventually. Other than that, I enjoyed everything, especially getting to dress up for the Woodcroft Games.’’
Ary was, by now, used to his fellow students asking him what he was fashioning whenever they saw him with the paperclips. “Hi, Giselle,’’ he greeted, squinting at the badger’s face. It seemed to be taking shape now, the shape that he wanted it to be. And yes, hers was a voice he recognised easily. “A badger for Emmie. Want to put in a request? I can make you something too.” One must note that Ary only made this offer to persons he liked. And yes, he was blissfully unaware that Giselle may not really be interested in him and his paperclips at this moment.
The third year was very well aware of someone sitting close to him but he didn’t need her to speak to know that it was the girlfriend that had finally arrived. But when she did speak, Ary immediately looked up, concern reflected on his face. “Hey, Bry. What’s wrong?” Abandoning the paperclips, he reached out, slipping one of his hands into one of hers.
It was at that moment that the speech was given but Ary barely paid attention to it since Bry was in distress.
Honestly, Yulietta liked anywhere green and lush with plants of any sort, but she did end up answering with, "The Discovery Garden. It is very peaceful place." And her usual alone time place, too. She often found herself lost in books or drawing and creating her own stories in the Discovery Garden. If she could, Yulie would set up camp there. Unfortunately, that was not allowed and she had to live inside stone walls.
Listening to him, she smiled softly. "It is nice to hear you are okay." Although she was curious as to what this challenge was, she didn't pry. That was rude. "Uhm...do you have plan summer–summer...plans?" The little slip up caused her cheeks to blossom with embarrassment, but it was okay. Ary didn't seem like the type to judge her.
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Sorry, Ary. Really she was. She never meant to cause him concern, especially tonight during the feast which was meant to be a happy occasion for their house once again. But she couldn't help it. It was his presence that immediately brought her some comfort, her fingers curling around his gently. Her head of blonde hair fell lightly to rest upon his shoulder. "They're leaving us, Ary..." Logan, Vera, Vasco, Sable Ileana and so many others they had grown super close to. It would be so strange without them all here next term.
The speech was taking place up on the staff dias and while Bry was well aware of it, her attention had now shifted onto the food that had appeared on their table. She could be sad and still eat everything within her reach, couldn't she?Cue her reaching for various foods with her free hand to pile onto her plate. Ary was welcome to share with her if he wanted. Merlin knew she already had more than enough on her plate now.
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True, he was very unaware of any audience, though Sage posed as a good distraction from everyone else. In reality, Solomon didn’t ever converse with many people at end of term feasts. His mood was always way off as he filled with the imminent dread of going home for summer. So yes, a summer romance sounded like the absolute best idea ever, almost making him giddy on the spot.
OKAY, he knew saying I guess was a terrible response but it didn’t deserve an almighty wallop with a hoof, and he didn’t think he was at all being dramatic by describing the bop as a wallop in his head. “What the heck was that?” Solly was offended, and waved her away. “Is that your good luck charm?” All he could think of was how random she truly was. Never once did he carry animal hoofs around in his pockets.
Though it would be kinda CUTE if she brought it to pluck up the courage to speak to him today. The Slytherin smirked at the thought but decided it wasn’t a time to tease her.
“Cool.” He replied to her lack of discussing WHAT they could possibly do together. Was that his job to instigate the date of her dreams? Was it supposed to be a surprise? It felt like something he should ask Aurora for help with. “I’ll pick you up at 8.” Solly joked and clicked his fingers, finishing with a point. Heh, heh, heh. He was sniggering a little while watching her face as she sized up the feast.
"Good luck charm? What...what are you going on about?" Sage laughed lightly and under the assumption that he was just THAT giddy that she had asked him out and that he got to go on a date (hopefully more than one) with her that he was spewing absolute nonsense. That or perhaps the influence of some Babbling Beverage but that did not compliment her any and thus was not being considered. The snakette looked around for this so-called 'good luck' charm on the table and when she saw nothing there she turned her attention to the bench and, eventually, he hand. "GAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she shrieked, her arms flailing about a bit as she shoved her hand back into the pocket of her robe to hide the transfigured misfortune. Out of sight, out of mind!
Composure gone for all the wrong reasons (remember the days when it was just Solomon being Solomon that had her getting flustered and not her own folly? Yeah, those were great times and they really needed to go back to those now), Sage glanced anywhere and everywhere around the table to avoid his face because on top of the hoof situation she had a face that was as red and as hot as an ashwinder egg. "No idea w-w-w-what you were going on about just now," she managed to spit out rapidly as she grabbed for her goblet. "Hungry must be making you delirioooooooooooooohSHUSH!" In predictable and cliche fashion, Sage knocked her goblet over and spilled pumpkin juice all down the table - which meant she, blessedly, missed those finger clicks of his.
Hey, didn't that kid down there have a whole bunch of paperclips? WAY more interesting than the natural disaster that was Sage Winter Ransom-Kruus.
Scooting a little more along the bench to avoid the drizzle of pumpkin juice falling off the table, Sage fussed with her robes awkwardly to retrieve her wand to clean up her robes and siphon up the sticky puddle on the table. "Yeah, sure...we can sort things out on the train tomorrow," she nodded hurriedly.
Well, wasn't this just a smashing way to cap off her sixth year.
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