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**Wilber Winterbottom** · #1 (**permalink**) 12-27-2022, 12:45 AM

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.

Charely Potter · 09-10-2025, 06:53 PM

Jan couldn't believe the time had arrived, his senior year, the final frontier. His final summer with the U17 didn't give a good record on his Quidditch history, so he hoped his time on the Quidditch team would make up for it. He likely reached his full height now, matching his Firther, and the curls were at their longest length, dyed brown.

When he sat down with Ary, he couldn't help looking at the Hall. Looking at the Staff table to see the familiar figures there, and then at the Gryffindor table, where Idris was likely getting ready to visit the Hufflepuff table. Their little sister and Idris's boyfriend would be there. At the Ravenclaw, well, he felt a little pang of sadness. Hermione would be gone for the semester, but would return in a few months with some medical procedures. But his socializing was going to be limited either way with NEWTs at the end of the school year.

"Feels... different, this time around." Jan commented.

FearlessLeader19 · 09-11-2025, 11:28 AM

Maybe something was the matter with Ary but he didn’t feel any bout of sadness due to the fact that this was his final ever Start of Term Feast at Hogwarts. Perhaps he was suppressing his feelings and they would simply burst forth at the End of Term Feast. Whatever the case, he was at the Slytherin Table now, having arrived with Jan. He was present, in the moment fully and that was how he continued to note his best friend’s demeanour.

“It sure does,’’ Ary said cheerfully as he put an arm around Jan’s shoulders. “I know we’ll make the best of it though, even if it’s our NEWT year.” He did not voice his own apprehension that had been consistently building in his chest throughout the Express journey; yes, he was nervous in particular about Transfiguration. But he wasn’t about to burden Jan with that. “Bet you a dozen packs of sour gummy dragons that Id is going to accept the invitation and come bouncing over here to sit with us.” He squeezed his friend’s shoulders before letting go. “And I can promise you that I’m not going to let you miss Hermy too much. I mean, my presence should be enough, right?” Ary batted his lashes. Maybe his platonic flirting would elicit a laugh from Jan.

Aryan was right!

Id did make a beeline for the Slytherin table; there seemed to be literal springs in his steps as they were quite bouncy. Would Paul and Zen follow him? He hoped so! Idris would love nothing more for the five of them to sit together. “JAN!” The fifth year threw himself at his brother and his delightful hair from behind so that his arms extended around his neck and rested on his shoulders. Naturally, his gaze roamed the other House tables for a bit and he smiled widely in the directions of his friends including Rory.

“Hi again, Ary!” Id turned his attention back to the Snake table. “I would offer you hugs but I think Jan needs them more.” Ary would agree, yes? He squished his brother tightly before taking up the space on the other side of him. “Would you get bored if I sat often with you at this table for the rest of the school year?”

Zoe · 09-11-2025, 11:44 PM

The sight of cutlery, the chatter of students, and the golden gleam of floating candles above couldn't quite distract Gillyweed Beery from the fact that NEWT year had arrived.

Arriving at the Slytherin table, Gilly offered a silent wave and a polite but brief smile to a few familiar faces—housemates she tolerated, acquaintances she respected, and friends she planned on engaging with properly later. She made no move to welcome hugs or to engage in the conversations that had already been started. Instead, as soon as she took her usual spot, she placed Sub-Aquatic Botanical Mysteries on the table and flipped the heavy tome open.

Her eyes flicked up from the book momentarily, scanning the staff table. There were a few new faces seated before them, which did cause her to raise a brow with interest. A quiet hum of mild interest sounded before she turned her gaze away.

The press of a finger marking her place, Gilly was quick to lose herself in the rows of text on the page, her eyes darting from left to right. She was fine with leaving the pudding and prattle to the others; she had aquatic spores and kelp hybrid diagrams to memorise before the first bell even rang.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-12-2025, 07:36 AM

FIN.AL.LY

Her last summer before U-17 tryouts was over and DONE. She'd trained hard, then harder, and then even harder in between the beach trips, father-daughter jam sessions, and helping her sister move out and in with the Gryffindor Human Howler.

Strutting into the Great Hall, Calliope dropped onto the Slytherin bench practically buzzing out of her skin. The feast? Fine. Whaaaaaaaaaatever. But she wanted the real stuff. Quidditch Tryouts. Flying until her arms burned and the wind turned her cheeks bright red. She offered her housemates a cursory glance over at her housemates - one girl reading some boring book and that lot being all Epoximise with one another as per usual except mopey seven year edition and the Gryffindor once again forgetting where their table was (whatever, it didn't actual impact her) - and tapped her fingers on the table to pass the time instead of chit chatting. Her chestnut eyes did drift back to the girl and her book, which she actually took a moment to read the title of - uh, mystery being who would even want to read a book like that?

"So...what, is the big plot twist that it's NOT soggy leaves all the way down?"

*Nordic Witch* · 09-13-2025, 06:47 AM

JT felt so uncomfortable, embarrassed and just positively, not ready to enter the feast in the great hall in the state his was in. Oh sweet merlin what would Iris think if she saw him now? His sister had laughed so hard already, but luckily she wasn't going to spill the word to home, at least not yet. A friend had given him a bag WWW products for free on the train, and he had taken them without question. JT had also tried on one of the products in the sanctuary of his train compartment after Iris, Nyle and KT had left. Now he looked like a very bad imitation of a cat with HUGE dark dreary whiskers that covered most of his face, his eyes had turned golden like a cats, and he had even sprouted fur in too many places to count. Luckily he only had partial paws on his feet, and hands so he could still hold a fork when the time came but, he didn't like the claws. Sliding in to the only vacant seat in between Calliope and Gilly he whispered to them mostly. "Please don't laugh at me....Does anyone know how long a wonderwitch transformation lasts?" Tossing the bag containing the rest of the wonderwitch products on the snake table amidst the goblets he offered "Have yourself at it! I need some hairy and bearded backup..."

sweetpinkpixie · 09-14-2025, 02:36 AM

The last thing Calliope had been expecting as she leaned toward Gilly with a question on her tongue was a hairball in human form dropping into the empty seat between them. His whiskers so close to her face, too close, and she gave a little yelp as she hopped sideways and practically into the lap of the person beside her. The fur, the claws, the golden eyes… this was surely going to be what her boggart manifested itself as while simultaneously being the thing that made her laugh to defeat it.

"Don’t laugh? Not a problem seeing as I'm too busy trying not to gag." Calliope's eyes flicked down at the tossed bag of WonderWitch products like it was crawling with doxy droppings. "Whoever told you that was WonderWitch lied through their teeth. None of their potions are supposed to turn you into a cat. Honestly," she continued as she reached into the bag, now cleared of doxy dropping vibes, and pulled out a bottle, "it is almost impressive. Whoever went through the trouble of swapping the solution deserves at least a slow clap. That’s commitment to a prank. Also, I’ll you this much... didn’t think you had the edge to be caught dead with something as controversial as a WonderWitch concoctions. Who knew you had a little rebel streak beneath all that fur?" Her mum hated the brand, but some of their cosmetic products were also in direct competition with her own brand so Calliope hadn't ever weighed too much thought into them - too much pink for her tastes.

Calliope turned the bottle over in her hand with a little too much flourish, more curious than careful. The glass slipped, clattered, and then shattered against the stone floor in a spray of shards and liquid shimmer. She froze for a half-second, lips twitching in annoyance at herself and already ready to blame the bottle for being 'pathetically flimsy'. If the ground started sprouting fur, she was OUT of here.

SarcasticStrawberry · 09-14-2025, 05:31 PM

So this was Hogwarts? It was so different from Uagadou, even though she had many stories about Hogwarts from her parents and pretty much everyone else in her family. It was even better than they had described so far anyhow. England was so much different that she had imagined too. She had been to many places with her parents on dug sites before she was sent off to school. Now her mum had taken a 5 year contact with a site in Europe and here she was Hogwarts, in her dad’s former house. That was pretty cool just don’t tell him she said that. Julia, her little sister was sorted right before her into Ravenclaw, their mum’s house. The house she was supposed to be in or so she thought.

Nice chat, hat. Nice chat.

She sent a little wave to Julia who had settled in at her own house table pretty well. Scout scanned the Slytherin table for a familiar face, maybe someone who had parents that worked a site with her mum once. Not noticing anyone right away she took the closest empty seat she could find. This was worse than the train, at least she had her sister. Scout Ryker was officially the new kid. She never seen that one coming.

SilverTiger · 09-16-2025, 01:27 AM

She had gotten a bit distracted by the sight of Nyle moving away from the Hufflepuff table as she had made her own way toward the Slytherin, but Teagan chose not to get involved in whatever was happening there. Just yet, anyway. She could always track him down later and ask what was up. Odds were she’d cross paths when she next ventured out to the grounds to practice her skateboarding tricks, when she wasn’t thinking about whether or not she’d try out for Quidditch again this term. After the past three terms technically being on the team, she was finding it was another extracurricular activity she was rather good at. Although deep down, she still was more connected with her skateboarding.

Unlike Calliope, as she did a bit of fast footwork to avoid the spray of glass and liquid from the bottle that had just been dropped. If the state of JT could be taken as proof, she assumed she’d rather not be hit by any of that, but once it had been successfully avoided, she slid into a seat near her teammate and the others. “That’s kind of a mean prank, if it was one”, she commented, tucking her feet up beneath her in case the mess traveled. After becoming monochromatic first year, she preferred not running afoul of rogue potions and the like.

Finally. No older siblings to cramp her style, and the curly-haired blonde was rather pleased with that fact as she had made her way into the feast. Malachi had graduated, and that meant she was the only Wild left from her family here at Hogwarts. Yes, it was OWL year, but Simone wasn’t planning on thinking about that until much later in the term. There were much better things to think about, and she’d found herself looking to see if any of her dormmates had arrived as she slid into a seat at the table.

She definitely chose to stay away from the clinging happening with the Gryffindor interloper. No offense, but that wasn’t her style. Nor was ending up bearded or hairy, whether or not Calliope was correct about what had happened and the potion that had led JT to his predicament.

“I’ll pass on being hairy or bearded”, she commented idly, turning her attention to the new face (Scout) at the table. Since she didn’t see Astrid, Laini or the others yet, and the other situation wasn’t exactly earthshattering either.

“New transfer?” The girl didn’t look like a first year, after all. “I’m Simone. Welcome to Slytherin.” Simone Wild, but it wasn’t as if her last name was as well-known as some of the others.

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