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Nedea Zobelle |
Ravenclaw Table (OPENING FEAST) |
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Ravenclaws post here for the opening feast.
Last Edited By: Joseph Witchard 06/22/08 12:05 PM.
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DanteCross |
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Dante walked into the great hall different then the previous year. He didn't have his hair blue and spiked up anymore. Now his hair was half blond and
half his natural color brown. He also had it parted down the middle. Dante grew some over the summer as well. He probably grew about 2 inches in height.
He never saw it so empty before but he knew it wouldn't last. He didn't know how he managed to beat just about everyone but he did. He walked over to the Ravenclaw table and sat down towards the end of the table. He couldn't wait to see the sorting this year. As he waited to started remembering what his sorting was like. He remembered how nervous and scared he was during the beginning of his first term. Thoughts of the first time he met Lovely ran through his mind as he continued to remember pretty much every encounter they had last year. He missed her greatly over the summer and couldn't wait to see her again. Dante missed all of his friends over the summer. He couldn't wait to see them as well. Sure they wrote back and forth but it really wasn't the same as hanging out with him in person. He also had an interest in the sorting. He was going to pay close attention to who got sorted to which house because he planned on recruiting some first years to the Hogwarts Coalition. Being a leader he knew if the group were to survive it needed younger members to carry on after the older students left. So he sat patiently waiting for the others to arrive. "I wonder when the feast is going to begin?" He thought to himself as stomach pain told him that he was hunger. Dante didn't eat much that day because he knew how good and how much food he would be eating at the feast.
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Alessandra Driscol |
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Oh yes, it was that time of year again. Time for the school year to begin. Not that Alessandra minded or anything, because it meant that she would be able to
see her man candy, Nicholai Armstead, again. But over that summer, Ale had grown into a beautiful young woman, and she no longer saw him the way she used to.
Though she was best known to be a henchwoman of Ellyse Raven, Ale did have her own life. Over the summer, she had gone to Tahiti to vacation with her pureblood
cousins and their hot friends. Not only did she come back with the best tan, but she came back with more experience in the boy department. Now she knew how to
make every boy tick, tick, boom. She was more mischievous, but she was also more knowing. She would even go as far as saying that she knew more about boys than
Elle herself. After all, the only real relationship Elle had was with Nate.
What was going on with Elle anyways? It wasn't like Nate was going to be coming back any time soon or anything. Elle had been living in the past for too long, and she needed to get a grip and move on. Nate had left her a year ago, and he certainly wasn't looking back. Plus, there were so many other boys at their big school. Elle could have gotten any one of them, but what did she do instead? She decided to sulk. Ale was sad for her friend's loss, but honestly, one year? Wasn't that enough time to get over it? Ale merely rolled her eyes at the thought. It was time for her to go watch the munchkins get sorted. Ale didn't like to remember her own sorting, but she distinctly remembered the hat trying to put her in Gryffindor. She was utterly repulsed at the idea, and pleaded to be in Ravenclaw instead. The Hat had decided to go with Ale's choice, which was good, because she didn't want to be with a bunch of pompous gits. It was a good thing she was in Ravenclaw, because if she wasn't, she wouldn't have met Elle or Kiana Santini in the first place. As Ale entered the Great Hall, she saw that the tables had been filled with food. That only meant one thing - she missed the sorting. Thank god, I don't think I want to see so many first years in one place. Ale snuck a glance to her friend Kiana at the Slytherin table and saw a cute Seventh year, who was probably a Pelletier, the most handsome family at Hogwarts, eating his dinner. She winked and took a seat at the far end of the table, away from a young second year... who happened to be her Quidditch Captain. She was thoroughly aggravated by this, because she knew that he probably knew nothing about the sport. At least, not enough to be able to actually compete with other teams. She gave him a nod of acknowledgment, but nothing further. She looked around to see if anyone else she knew was coming before she took a piece of chicken from the platter in front of her.
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Anita Rodriguez |
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Anita had been one of the first students to arrive at the feast, and during the entire sorting, she'd buried her face in one of the numerous books
she'd carried with her. She applauded lightly, only half listening, as some students were sorted into Ravenclaw, but remained more focused on the pages
before her than anything else. She was taking an intense number of classes this term, which wasn't unusual for the spunky bookworm, but wanted to get ahead
as quickly as possible. She felt the best way to achieve the upper hand in her upcoming classes was to start reading the texts they'd required.
The curly haired brunette tucked her hair, falling in her face, behind her ear, still reading as the food magically appeared before them. She was not interested in dinner, as she'd eaten plenty of sweets on the Hogwarts Express to keep her alert while she read even in her carriage with other students who preferred the quiet and solitude that books provided. Annie was not interested in Quidditch, and therefore had no reason to discuss anything with the students who'd sat near her: Dante, the team's captain, and Alessandra, another member of the team. She hoped that some students in her own year, who she enjoyed conversing with more than total strangers, would soon arrive to keep her company. Thus far, she'd been extremely surprised not to see any of them. She couldn't imagine them all having missed the Sorting Ceremony. She only hoped that her friends would be returning this term, but they'd made no indication of any other plans in the letters they exchanged over the summer holidays.
no more pain, no more games no drama ::no more drama in my life:: no more tears, no more fears no drama |
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Malena Vargas |
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Looking around the Great Hall, for the first time the festivities did not impress Malena. Now a fifth year, she was used to Hogwarts and knew all the
idiosyncrasies, but she did not like doing anything without her brother, Roman. On the train, he hadn't been feeling well and had thus taken himself out
for the evening. Yet, she had promised not to miss the great feast on his behalf. Personally, she knew why he wanted her to go. He wanted to see who was sorted
into which houses and if there were any worthy names for them to get to know better.
Malena looked at her fellow Ravenclaw students and decided to take a seat next to Anita. They were in the same year, but they really didn't know each other all that well. Although, Anita was a person Malena wouldn't mind getting to know better, a possible friend outside of her dear brother, Romi. Malena was usually surrounded by Roman and full blooded Slytherin students, such as the Rackohn's and Juliet's. Her name suggested she spoke Spanish, which always put Malena at ease. Even though she was quite fluent with British English, she felt she sometimes bumbled the words, and this was something she was highly sensitive about... especially in a classroom setting. Politely sitting next to Anita, she smiled quaintly and quietly stated, "Hola, Anita. I hope your summer went well, yes?" She took a few helpings of the food in front of her and put them methodically on her plate. Observing her surroundings she heard her housemates talk about Quiddich, a sport which intrigued her, but not enough to converse about with her. She thought it would be safe to talk to Anita; light conversation that didn't have to get into the uncomfortable silences that rang throughout her house this summer due to the differences between the parents and the children. Blood status seemed to be taking more and more of a precedence in their family discussions, and sometimes silence was the only answer. Waiting for Anita to answer her, she turned her head towards the Great Hall entrance... just maybe Roman would feel well enough to come down and help save her from this potential social disaster. |
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Lacela Milanovich |
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When the sorting hat shouted "Ravenclaw", Lacela rose from the little rickety stool in disappointment. She was hoping to be in Slytherin with her eldest sibling, Lindal, or, at the very least, in Gryffindor with Lorenze. It was not that she disliked her privacy, however, with the loneliness she felt for the last several years while her older siblings were away at school came the desire to spend more time with them during her time here. She walked resignedly to the table that must belong to Ravenclaw, for they were the ones cheering, all the while seeking out the faces of her brother and sister. Lindal's immovable face was easily located at the Slytherin table, for she had always, at least to Lacela's knowledge, chosen a form that sat so obviously above everyone else in some fashion. However, Lorenze's face was harder to locate, him being so short in stature, and she had to scour the Gryffindor table, or she hoped that was it, for sometime before spotting him. She sat down in the middle of the biggest gap at the table, and away from the majority of her now fellow housemates. A normally social and inviting girl, Lacela simply felt let down for not being in a house of her own choosing. She wanted to be with her sister, whom she could always talk to and hid nothing from, or her brother, who was always there when she needed him and protected her. She knew nothing about this new house, and, seeing as how even her aunt Sasha had been a Hufflepuff, Lacela began to feel separated from her family as she looked about the table. She had paid no attention to any exchanges that might have been going on around her, as the moment the food had materialized in front of her, Lacela had placed the foods she liked onto her plate, pulled out the book she had begun to read during the summer months, and read, while she ate. It was not until the shouting of those around her that Lacela looked up for the first time to see a boy from the Gryffindor table, seated fairly close to Lorenze, standing and waving his hands to something behind her. She turned to look, and saw, for the first time in her life, a ghost that was wearing really funny looking clothing, or perhaps had been before he died, seemingly taunting a Slytherin girl. Interested, Lacela turned to watch the spectacle that was taking place, also not far from where Lindal had placed herself, and, in usual fashion for her, antisocially ignoring those around her. She sent her sister a brief smile she could not be sure was even seen across the distance and over the ruckus, and resumed watching the antics of the ghost.
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Jessica Marsden |
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Jessica happened to be seated at the table right across from Lacela. She had paid close attention to the sorting ceremony, clapping and
cheering whenever a new student was sorted into Ravenclaw, as was tradition with Hogwarts.
JESSICA MARSDEN HAS ACHIEVED ACCEPTABLE AT THE SUBJECT OF DIVINATION
Frowning, Jessica allowed another sigh to escape her mouth. Acceptable wasn't terrible; it was the last passing grade, and thus was still considered an O.W.L. But Jessica had gotten much better marks in all of her other classes, and it disappointed her to see that she was still lagging behind in her worst subject.
Glad that her dad wasn't there to be disappointed, she gently folded the piece of parchment and placed it back in her robe pocket.
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DanteCross |
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Dante watched the sorting ceremony and waited for someone to be sorted into Ravenclaw. Finally he heard the hat say his house and he smiled at the new
Ravenclawer. It was a girl who didn't look to excited about joining Ravenclaw. He watched her walk over to the table and sit down.
"Welcome to Ravenclaw!" He told her with smile. "I'm Dante Cross, a second year. You're going to have a great time in this house. Congrats on becoming the newest Ravenclawer." He said enthusiastically and he did a few silent claps in her honor.
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Jeffrey Caudwell |
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Just outside of the immense Great Hall, a short and smart looking young boy stood on his own waiting in a tense and nervous silence, having been told to hang
back from the rest of the first years until a professor came out to sort him into one of the Hogwarts houses. Though he wasn't personally familiar with it,
apparently this would be a slightly different routine to the usual tradition of standing in a long line in full view of the rest of the school, in front of the
Head table with the rest of the first years. The board of school governor's had initially insisted that Jeffrey Caudwell be sorted during the ceremony
along with every other first year and not be behind closed doors as they felt very strongly about tradition, but due to his highly unusual medical
condition, a medi-wizard who fell in good standing with the board was granted the opportunity to make some small amendments in the boys sorting. An owl had
fluttered through the open window of his privately reserved and locked off compartment on the Hogwarts Express during the journey to the school and had carried
a hastily scribbled note that informed him of the arrangements.
He would be sorted in the Entrance Hall just after everyone else, but they had flat-out refused to exclude him from the proceedings completely and had insisted that he would participate by joining the other students at his house table in the very first feast of the year. In their infinite wisdom it was their opinion that once the main sorting was over and the students were all occupied with eating and conversing among their friends he, Jeffrey, would be able to slip in to the hall and take a seat among the others students and generally remain unnoticed by the masses and begin the adjustment process more comfortably. Obviously these so-called smart grown-ups didn't have a clue what they were talking about. Far from stealthily dropping a hand full of Galleons into the middle of a crowded hall and simply hoping that no one would notice, it was far more likely that many heads would turn and that people would see the lone figure walking in, instantly see his disfigurement and be unable to stop themselves from asking him questions about it as soon as he sat down ... It had already happened once when he had disembarked from the train and he had been rather unfriendly to the kid who had approached him, though no others had approached or spoke to him during the traditional trip across the lake, He removed his tough white leather glove from his right hand and reached up, brushing his fingertips slowly back and forth across the Hogwarts crest on the breast-pocket of his finely tailored school robes, taking in the pleasant texture of the embroidery while taking another calming breath and stepping back up to the large door of the Great Hall, which he had managed, with a bit of effort, to open up a little earlier. He had been peering in through the narrow crack every few minutes as he heard the names being read out and houses being bellowed from the fold in the ancient sorting hat which was being placed on all of the first years heads one after the other. He had been drawn back to the door now as he heard the noise level begin to rise as people began to converse among themselves. The feast had started and spying the professor carrying the grimy looking hat down the centre aisle between the tables, Jeffrey retreated from the doorway, slipping his white leather glove back onto his hand. Why bother changing the arrangements at all? What had they been thinking? He had been in isolation for over five years and now they planned on throwing him straight into a room with hundreds of other kids. His glazed blood red eyes stared at the doorway, he took a shivering breath, the scars that lined his face only enhanced the frown he had plastered there. |
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Joseph Witchard |
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Joseph was attracting a lot of stares as he walked between the House tables, carrying out the stool and the Sorting Hat. Usually, this task was reserved for
the deputy headmaster or another teacher. Joseph supposed that was why many of the older students were watching him so closely. It did bother him to some
degree, but not near as much as the mumbling hat in his right hand. "I don't give a flying toad if it's tradition or not, you're doing
it!" he whispered, a note of annoyance in his voice. It was difficult to tell, as it was a hat, but Joseph knew by its expression that the Sorting Hat
didn't appreciate his response.
Exiting the Great Hall as quietly as he could, Joseph closed the large door behind him. Hoping this would go well, he turned around to face one of his newest students for the first time. His immediate thought when he first saw Jeffrey Caudwell was that the boy had lived a terrible life. The young boy had scars all over his face; his eyes looked like they had seen much better days, and he genuinely looked unhappy to be there. Joseph couldn't blame him; not after everything that had happened to him, and especially because of all the special procedures put in place for his arrival. The headmaster cleared his throat and smiled at Jeffrey. "Mr. Caudwell, it is a great pleasure to meet you. I'm Joseph Witchard, and I run the school. I would like to apologize for all of the annoying circumstances you've had to deal with on your first day."
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Jeffrey Caudwell |
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The door had opened up the rest of the way as the professor had strolled through it, the ragged sorting hat still swinging at his side and the stool under his
arm and once he had passed through the door of the Great Hall, it swung closed behind him bringing the dull roar of sound coming from within to a minuit and
muffled hum.
Jeffrey had backed up quite a way from the door before the Headmaster had exited the Great Hall and now stood a fair distance away, un-moving just a few feet away from one of the many enchanted suits of armour that lined the corridors of the school, his gloved hands clasped together tightly in front of him feeling uncomfortably vulnerable, being the focus of the professors attention. He had been trying to calm himself for weeks since he had received his Hogwarts letter in preparation for the moment that he would enter the school and now that it had come, he felt as though his nerves had only tightened ten-fold. From the moment the man had come into his presence and despite being addressed in such a pleasant manner, his narrowed stare darted nervously at the area around the Headmaster rather than directly at him, each quick glance betraying an undeniable look of suspicion, and keeping direct eye contact as brief as he possible could, though from another persons point of view, it was almost impossible to tell exactly which direction he was looking in through his blood filled eyes and was just as difficult to gauge his expression past the scars. He was a little frightened that he might expect a handshake, but was relieved when he spoke, his words confirming that he knew better than to make such a gesture. He was silent for a moment, taking a long time to take in Professor Witchard's welcome before he finally responded, lowering his head for a moment, his gloved hands slackening only slightly to fall to his side and in his effort to try and start making a good first impression, he made a respectful bow to the man, though his eyes kept a wary stare around the man's feet. "Thank you, sir." he whispered timidly, his voice shivering slightly, "for going through the trouble as well ..." he glanced now at the closed door behind the man, the time was rushing by in his head, "What must I do now, sir?" he asked raising his head a little. |
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Joseph Witchard |
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Joseph couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy standing before him. Though it was meant to be an exciting experience, being sorted into your new House
always did seem to cause first-years to be exceptionally nervous. Professor Witchard remembered his own sorting, and he was no exception; though it had been a
chilly evening that night all those years ago, Joseph remembered how he had sweat profusely during the events leading up to the teacher calling his name. One
girl had even asked him if he was ill.
Thank you, sir. Jeffrey spoke in a whisper, and Joseph knew immediately that the boy must be especially nervous. After all, who wouldn't be in his state? The headmaster had read all about what had happened to the boy; Jeffrey had more than enough right to feel scared in this strange, new environment. Even though they had just met, Joseph already had a lot of respect for the first-year; it took a lot of courage for Jeffrey to do what he was about to do, and Joseph wasn't even sure if he had the guts to do such a thing. He had worried once or twice if they were doing the right thing by sending to Hogwarts instead of educating him at home. What must I do now, sir? At this question, Joseph sat the stool gently onto the stone floor. "Just sit down and try on this hat," said Joseph. "I'm well aware that may sound a bit mad, but it's what we do here." Joseph stood aside to give Jeffrey a clear path to the stool, holding the Sorting Hat in the air with his other hand.
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Fretster |
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Freddie walked into the hall, late as every year. Not having many friends or people he knew left, he sat alone at the very edge of the table, as close to the
door as he could manage. Not being in the mood to really talk to anybody much, he was still very, very, hungry.
Looking over the other students he saw a few familiar faces at the other tables, but no one he really cared to talk to at his own. Strange, he thought, that you should not be comfortable with other Ravenclaws. He felt strange in his own body, having grown massively the summer. He sat with his broad shoulders squarely and upright. Not today
New siggie in the making. Freddie is a-changing
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Jessica Marsden |
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Having finished her practice exam, Jessica had now finally begun to eat. She had been focusing so much on the questions that she had forgotten how long it had
been since her one pumpkin pasty on the Hogwarts Express. Now, she had loaded her plate with a respectable amount of mashed potatoes, roasted chicken, and a
few other vegetables that the school elves made so perfectly. Taking a bit of potatoes, Jessica tasted the Hogwarts flavor that she had longed for all summer,
and apparently, all night.
As Jessica began to enjoy the feast more, she saw Freddie Holding walk in the Great Hall. What a surprise she thought, smirking slightly. He's late. She looked him over, noting how much bigger he was than the last time she saw him last term. Jessica raised her eyebrows slightly as he sat at the end of the table, completely isolated from everyone else. This made her wonder if he had a rough summer, such as a loss in the family during his time off. She tried to catch his eye in order to wave at him.
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Jeffrey Caudwell |
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Taking another calming but shuddered breath, he looked on as the professor placed the simple looking stool on the stone floor that looked almost as worn-in
as the grimy looking sorting hat that now hovered just a few feet over it, the illusion of a furrowed brow and invisible eyes staring down at the boy ahead of
it. Swallowing lightly, his mouth now feeling very dry, his hands rose back from his sides and came to clasp one another once again. In all honesty he had
known what to do, his father had once told him about the talking hat and that it selected houses, but in his own mind, every second that he was out here in the
Entrance Hall was another free second that he wasn't in the hall with all those other people. As he began to walk toward the stool with the professor
holding the hat aloft, his face screwed up in a mix of determination and disgust, partly out of forcing himself into moving forward and partly out of the
thought of having that filthy looking hat placed down upon his clean and very well groomed head.
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Joseph Witchard |
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Joseph also heard the laughs coming from the Great Hall, and his brain immediately reminded him that he needed to be back in there to help supervise the feast.
Otherwise, the students and staff were doomed to an unfortunate event that would most likely be caused by Kylie Bishop. Later Joseph thought to himself. This boy has done a lot to get this far, and I'm not
leaving him now. After all he's done to get here, I owe the respect to give him the amount of time he needs.
Though Joseph didn't really understand why, he felt nervous like Jeffrey (though not near as much). He figured that it was probably just because he knew how difficult it was for Jeffrey, or else what the Sorting Hat might say to him when he placed it on Jeffrey's head. The headmaster had noticed that Jeffrey looked a bit annoyed at the hat, and he knew that could lead to nothing good. "Well," said Joseph softly, "here goes." He sat Godric Gryffindor's old hat on the boy's head, nervous for the poor boy in front of him, yet curious as to what the Sorting Hat would decide.
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raindawson |
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Her fingers drummed the table as she picked at the food in her plate. Rain remembered her first day. She was terrified. All the faces around her made her want
to faint. She felt like everyone was reading her mind and watching her. And then when the hat itself could read her mind, she nearly had passed out from the
shock. Her mother had never mentioned that. But then, her mother never really mentioned anything about witchcraft around her father and she was stubbornly
silent after her father had left.
Rain played with a fork idly and looked around and the now familiar faces. It was her seventh year. Her final and last year before she was out in the world doing whatever it was that she wanted to do. She licked her lips, staring at her reflection in the goblet in front of her. Did she look terribly different? She frowned. Same pale face, same blue eyes, and same light brown hair settled around her shoulders. She'd looked the same forever. But at the same time, there was something different in her expression. The innocence was gone, replaced by an almost distrusting look. Rain widened her eyes to get rid of it, but this only made her look like a cartoon character. She snorted and pushed the goblet away. With a pang, Rain realized that this was the last first meal she'd ever have. She furrowed her brow and concentrated on it more trying to take in the moment and keep it with her forever.
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Joseph Witchard |
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((OOC: Just so everyone is aware, Jeffrey's sorting is happening in the entrance hall, behind closed doors.))
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Fretster |
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Freddie noticed that the Headmaster was not in the hall. Thinking nothing of it, he started piling massive amounts of food on his empty plate. Having a
riligous moment of silence, he started devouring the meagre morsles in front of him. Looking up and around during bites, he tried not to catch anyones eyes.
Reaching over to grab a jug of apple juice, he saw a flash of recognition pass over someones face. Who is that? Glancing away, he continued eating.
New siggie in the making. Freddie is a-changing
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Rain was afraid of catching someone's eye. She watched Fretster eating his food and quickly looked away as he looked up. She never knew him really, but saw
him through the halls. Cheeks flushing, she pulled more potatoes into her own place and dug into it with more vigour. She didn't realize before how hungry
she was. Where was the headmaster? she thought looking around. She reached for the jug of apple juice and poured herself some, sipping it slowly.
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Fretster |
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As he brooded over his food, Freddie started for the apple juice again. Only the jug was gone!
Searching for it, he saw it in front of the girl he noticed earlier. Taking out his wand, he floated the jug closer. Spilling some, and not noticing or caring. He looked over at the other tables and saw some familiar maces. Barely nodding his head in recognition, he stowed his wand away and pushed his plate away.
New siggie in the making. Freddie is a-changing
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