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As the sun sank and night began, students and staff gathered in the Great Hall. Delicious, steaming food appeared on all the tables as dinner started. The staff table was fully occupied, though various Professors looked rather annoyed about something - McGonagall and Snape, in particular.
Headmaster Rickard listened intently to something Professor Rivera told him, while Professor Hathmore seemed rather keen to pretend no such conversations were taking place as he chose his dinner. The bustle and noise of the hall increased as more students arrived - with various teenagers acting as if they'd be starved all afternoon.
Post by Jacob Thatcher on Apr 12, 2019 19:23:54 GMT 10
Jacob was one of the first of his classmates to arrive, having run the entire way there from the common room. He collapsed into a seat and felt he could cry at the sight of food. Did it smell and look more amazing than usual or was he just that hungry? Sophia once told him to accumulate and hide snacks around the castle but he'd never listed. He was such an idiot.
'I could eat a hippogriff.' Jacob gasped, piling food onto his plate with little interest in what it was, unless it was green. All green things were icky, he decided, casting a glare to the Slytherin table and wondering where the snakes were. Hopefully someone drenched them again. What did they do with their free time anyway, if not harassing others? Did they gather in groups and hiss? Jacob chuckled at the image of that, while stuffing chicken into his mouth.
Killed by Devin Kudosen by act of the Killing Curse. June #24, RPG year 1 -- he was a 5th year Gryffindor. Jacob died to save his best friend, Luckett Langford.
Post by Mathias Sallow on Apr 12, 2019 19:30:59 GMT 10
By the time Mathias figured out what reminder he'd left himself, it was time for dinner anyway so heading to join Becca would be a waste of time. Still a bit achy and scratched from his battle with the tree, though he'd changed his clothes to something considerably less torn, Mathias lingered by the doors of the Great Hall in hope of catching Becca before she went to her house table.
She'd said it was okay, but he still wanted to apologise for not being able to meet up with her as planned. Maybe they could reschedule or something? Not that he ever planned too far ahead these days, but still. She probably wouldn't want to hear about his event with the tree or the possibly magic stick he'd earned in the process, but so long as she knew he hadn't deliberately snubbed her he'd be content.
Gerald was quick to enter the hall after his trip down the stairs. He was excited and wanted to tell Ryan and Dani what he did. It was amazing. Maybe he could try other dares here too?
Sitting at the table. he put his book in his lap, not opening it, instead looking at the others in his house. They looked like insteresting people, but still they seemed too busy to talk to, so instead Gerald began to put food on his plate, waiting for the other two to arrive, grinning at his earlier actions.
Marrow found himself hurried to his room and where he just put his stuff on his bed. Began to put everything away in a very systematic way. then proceeded to toward the dinning hall. Has he got there he set down and started to look around he had to one thing right fast and it had to be tonight. He kept mumble under his breath back straight chin up eye contact be proper and get it right.
Becca approached the Great Hall after changing out of her wet clothes, and spotted Mathias near the entrance. She smiled warmly at him and walked to where he was standing, "Hey! I'm glad to see you, I was worried you'd gotten yourself into trouble or something when you didn't show up. Is everything okay?"
While she waited for him to respond, she looked at the Slytherin table to see if Lailee had shown up yet--not having seen her when she finished changing and headed to dinner, or perhaps anyone else she'd want to sit near and talk to. Disappointed, she could only hope someone would arrive soon to keep her company.
After changing her clothes for what felt like the millionth time that day, Lailee walked into the Great Hall, scanning to see who had already shown up for dinner. She spotted Becca, but had expected to since she had taken a longer route back to their dormitory, giving herself some time to think and reflect on what had happened.
She was disappointed that Amara hadn’t shown up yet, she wanted to talk to her some more to try and decipher what had happened by the lake and get a feel if her friend was upset with her or not, since her expression had given nothing away.
Lailee thought about just ducking out, eating one of the sweets she had bought on the train but not consumed, and avoiding everything and everyone while she sorted through all of the confusing and contradictory thoughts and feelings she’d experienced throughout the day. Lailee hated feeling this way, uncertainty being her least favorite emotion that existed. She would rather have her nose punched than not know something.
Remembering Becca’s offer to sit with her at dinner and not yet seeing Amara, she waited for her roommate to finish talking to the Ravenclaw boy (Sallow, was it?), standing a few feet away and looking from table to table to see if anything interesting was going on.
Eleanor sprinted from Gryffindor tower to the Great Hall, stopping just short to catch her breath and smooth her hair so she could walk in without seeming like she had been stampeding through the castle like a starving dragon.
She saw Jacob had beat her there, not surprising as he had taken off like he hadn't eaten all year. She then spotted a lone snake, recognizing her as one that trailed behind she-who-must-be-avoided, and couldn't resist the temptation. She walked into the room, using her elbow to "accidentally" bump into Lailee, then snapped, "Watch it Pickett." She paused, then sighed, "Karmett, I mean."
It was a lot less effective of a taunt when she couldn't even get it right, and she huffily turned towards her own house table, feeling letdown at the wasted opportunity to rile up the snake den. Oh well, she could assume that after Jacob finished filling his inner black hole, he would likely be charismatic enough to make her forget her failed attempt at instigation.
Kier sat at the table in his usual odd manner, his cheek resting on the smooth wood and his arms dangling down out of sight. Perhaps the only thing not normal was that his plate was actually empty. After the events of today his appetite had taken quite a hit, and he wasn't sure if it would come back until he at least got a little revenge first. So, he waited patiently for the right moment, gaze shifting lazily around the room but never resting on any one face for too long.
In the end, he had never gone to Madam Pomfrey about his arms. He was too sure she would know things he didn't want to be known. Plus he couldn't risk her wanting him to rest and end up missing dinner as a result. This would be a dinner to remember as far as he was concerned, and nothing would keep him from it. For now, some first aid mixed with stubbornness and a long-sleeve shirt under his robes was all he needed. The rest was future-Kier's problem.
He closed his eyes and ran through his plans once more. Everything was set and ready to spring into motion the moment he deemed the time to be right... the only thing that could ruin his plans was Mardling. Despite telling himself he didn't, part of him still felt he owed the Slytherin. He had made sure to send a note via owl to the boy warning him of the impending event, though he had been careful not to incriminate himself. Instead, he planted a few seeds pointing to the other two boys who had managed to get on his hit list. Revenge didn't always have to involve him directly. Now... if the owl didn't find the boy in time, well, Kier had nothing against collateral damage.
The note;
Mardling, I overheard two Gryffindors talking about pranking the 5th-year Slytherins at dinner. I didn't catch exactly what kind of prank they are going to do, but it might be smart to steer clear. As far as I'm concerned, we are now even. Just remember I no longer owe you anything. -Bane
Lailee stumbled a bit when someone bumped into her, her gaze narrowing when she saw it was one of the insufferable Gryffindors of her year. Bernam...Belham...no, Bernard. Eleanor’s attempt to rile her up worked as annoyance flared at being ran into, obviously on purpose as there were not too many people around yet and therefore plenty of room for the git to find a pathway that didn’t involve trampling her peers.
Annoyance flared to an emotion Lailee couldn’t quite place when the Gryffindor spoke and called her by name. She bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood to distract her from the swirling emotions that threatened to burst forth. Before she even realized what she was doing, she had gripped her wand tightly and closed the gap between herself and Bernard, who was walking away.
“Do you need glasses, Bernard? Or are you too incompetent to move around someone when they’re in your pathway?” Lailee snapped, anger a much easier emotion to deal with than the confused headache of her current identity crisis, “Next time, watch where you’re walking or you’ll regret it.”
Eleanor smirked, turning back to the Slytherin with a raised eyebrow, “Is that the best you’ve got? Did nothing from the snake queen rub off on her groupies?”
She crossed her arms, relaxed and amused as opposed to the other girl’s tense stance. She wasn’t too concerned about being hexed, there’s no way that the Slytherin would do anything that would get her in trouble in the middle of the Great Hall, not during a meal time where there were staff present with with all of these witnesses, at least.
“Nevertheless, I didn’t see ‘someone’, all I saw was an insect that would be better off on the bottom of one’s shoe.” Eleanor continued in a moment of Gryffindor bravery, “If you don’t want to be run into, park your behind at the table and stay out of people’s way. Now run along, I’m pretty sure your mere presence is enough to make my housemates sick up and none of us need that tonight.”
Interestingly enough, she didn’t really have anything against Karmett except that she was one of the Slytherins that appeared to worship Seabrook and the regular, run-of-the-mill baiting that took place between their two houses. More than anything, it was amusing to rile up Karmett because she was so easy to upset, yet she wasn’t likely to threaten them with certain death like Seabrook may.
Astra had been rather hungry, and she was glad that it was dinnertime. Once she entered the Great Hall, she had noticed that other people were already here. Astra headed over to the Hufflepuff table, eating some food.
Astra had also wondered if Ruby would get here. It would be fun being able to talk with a fellow 1st year. Well, there was already a Hufflepuff here, whom she didn't know yet. Astra felt quiet, though, and just wanted to eat.
Lailee bristled as Eleanor began to spout off insults, anger flaring as the Gryffindor continued to speak obnoxiously. Her eyes darted to the head table, taking note of the professors who were in attendance. There was no way she could react like she wanted to, getting few sharp words and good hexes in, without attracting unwanted attention and everyone was quick to blame the Slytherin in an altercation even when the Gryffindor was the instigator.
“I’m not even going to justify your inane drivel with a response.” Lailee replied haughtily, hoping her disdain would mask the effect of her words. She was fully prepared to turn away and walk to her house table, but was reluctant to turn her back on the unpredictable cow and find herself on the receiving end of a jinx.
Instead, she tried to make eye contact with Becca, hoping to silently convey that she wanted someone to watch her back. She turned and took a few steps, then turned back around, her temper still flaring and getting the best of her, and hissed, “I highly doubt you would be so brave if we weren’t in a room with a bunch of professors. Watch your back, Bernard.”
Lailee turned around to retreat to the Slytherin table, not wanting to do something she would regret, not wanting to earn detention over a Gryffindor, not wanting to do something that would result in her new parents being notified.
“I’m not scared of you.” Eleanor scoffed, “You’re a nothing, a nobody. The only reason anyone knows your name is because of Seabrook, and that’s not something to be proud of. You’re so much of a nobody that your own parents didn’t even want you and stuck you off with somebody else.”
Eleanor had no clue why Lailee was adopted, only that over the summer her name had changed and the Slytherin girl seemed to be defensive about it, just like it seemed she was defensive over everything. But she couldn’t let the snake walk away thinking that Eleanor could be intimidated or that she had won, so she was willing to try to push any buttons.
She glanced at the head table, to see if they’d gained any unwanted attention. She pretended to shiver, mockingly saying, “Ohh, watch my back, I’m so scared.”
Becca watched as Bernard purposefully bumped into Lailee and monitored the disagreement that had began soon afterward, trying to focus both on Mathias and Lailee. When Lailee looked in her direction and made eye contact, she knew she needed to intervene before things got out of hand and they wound up losing house points.
“If you would excuse me for a moment?” Becca asked Mathias, nodding towards the two girls near the Gryffindor table, “That’s the universal sign for ‘I need to step in before blood is shed’ and I don’t want my roommate to get expelled for murdering a fellow student. I will be right back.”
Becca approached Lailee and Eleanor just in time to hear Eleanor remark about Lailee’s family not wanting her, and she winced, bracing herself for an explosion from her roommate. She didn’t know much about the adoption thing, but had seen the bruises that Lailee had come back to school with following summers and holidays, had noticed the way she flinched and her skittish behavior. She was pretty sure she had even witnessed a nightmare or two, though Lailee never was one to share details of such events.
“You need to go sit down, Bernard.” Becca warned, her tone cold and implying that she was completely serious and it was non-negotiable, “I’d hate for you to have an unfortunate accident due to your...carelessness.”
She put a hand on Lailee’s arm, partially to show support and partially to restrain her in case she lost her temper and went after the lion. She hated being involved in a confrontation, and furthermore, Slytherin was in the lead for house points, and she wasn’t looking to have a professor change that because of a lack of self-control between both girls. “Lailee, go sit down, too. She’s not worth it.”
Looking back towards Mathias, she excused herself to return to the Ravenclaw boy, deciding there was little more she could do.